Liv laid on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, fighting to catch her breath. Her whole body still tingled and trembled from the amazing bout of love making that Owen just introduced her to. “Are you okay?” He reacheds over to cup her cheek, to gently turn her head to face him. He is laying on his side, facing her where she lays on her back. He smiles at her gently and she nods at him. “I think so..” “I am so sorry!” He breathes and she freezes.

  “Owen.” Liv looks up whe she hears Lacwy speak the name. Turning to face the woman, all she sees is a blur as her friend runs past her and launches herself at the tall, stoic figure standing in the doorway. Lacey wraps her arms around Owen, hugging him so tightly that Olivia feared that she would make his eyes pop out like one of those squezy, buggy eye toys. “I'm okay Mom.” Owen tells her, hugging her in return. He pats her back gently, but Andy must have seen it as him tapping out of the match,

  Owen moves beside his father as they head out into the darkness in search of the unknown figure that his mother saw. Neither of them have weapons, since Owen does not keep any at the house for far that the town's people would somehow know and that it would confirm every bad thought that they had about him. He does not want to confirm their lowest opinions of him, so he inhibits himself to please people that will never stop judging him. Although that realization is a nice little break through, it is not really very helpful to them at the moment, as they go to face a killer without a way to defend themselves.

Owen was in his room later that evening, looking throught the clothes in his closet to see if he had anything nice enough to wear to this bizarre meeting with the killer. The meeting that no one in his family wants him to attend. Liv sits on the bed watching him, anger in every line of her body. She did not offer to help him sneak pass Lacey, but she also has not threatened to turn him in to his mom, so he counts that as a win. She is neutral on the subject. Or so he thought.

   “Liv!” Owen's hart stops beating in his chest when he hears the deafening sound of the gun going off and he sees Liv fall backwards to the ground. He hears her cry out in pain and his stomach knots up. He can not breath and he feels his throat tightening up when she does not move. “No. No, no, no! Liv, get up, baby! Get up!” Owen cries, looking at her.