The sound of her cell phone ringing, made her prance across the living room floor with hopes that it was her lover calling. But, when she flips it open, her face goes from complete happiness to sadness at the sound of Alice screaming in her ear. "ANGUS?" She covers her mouth and smothers her sounds. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "How can I? My car’s parked in your lot. There’s no way for me to meet you. Besides, I’m an hour away from L.A." "What? You promise?" Helena asked momentarily. "I’m getting dressed. Ok, bye." She rushes and pulls something on.

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"God, damn!" Bette shouts. "This fucking phone sucks."

Tina puts her drink down. "You couldn’t get through?"

"No, my fucking phone lost reception. I hate this piece of crap!"

"Calm down, Bette. I’m sure it’s nothing," Tina replies, seizing the situation. "We can call on my phone," Tina suggest, handing Bette the device.

"Thanks, T. What would I do without you?" Bette asked, wondering what life would actually be like without her. She quickly calls Shane back immediately.

“Bette, where are you?” Shane asked frightened. She thought she’d never have to see any of her friends hurting themselves again. She thought that suicide had ended with Jenny. But she was wrong. Angus was having problems and he needed some professional help.

“I’m on my way,” Bette replies, helping Tina pack up. Where’s Angelica?”

“She’s ok. Paige is holding her while I talk to Angus. He’s not doing so well, Bette. He needs a doctor.”

“Is he cut real bad?”

“No. The knives that you had weren’t sharp enough to puncture the skin. Thank god you haven’t sharpened them lately. And do you want to hear something else eerie?”

“What?”

“He had a knife in his coat pocket. I’m surprised that he didn’t use that one,” Shane replies.

“Jesus,” Bette says, blowing out a fresh breath of air. She couldn’t get home fast enough.

“What happened?” A startled Tina asked.

“Angus tried to kill himself. But, Shane caught him just in time. After he made the attempt and it didn’t work, he proceeded to get more knives and finish what he started. But, the knives weren’t sharp enough to slice his skin. I mean he’s got a small cut, but nothing deadly. I’m scared, T. What if this is deeper than we imagined? What if Angus tries this again, but this time succeeds?”

“God,” escapes from Tina’s lips. “That’s awful. I know he and Kit were going through their small breakup but I never saw this coming. This is unlike him. Has this happened in the past?”

“I don’t know. Shane,” Bette says, cutting Tina off.

“Yeah?”

“Call the hospital and have an ambulance come and get him. He needs to be evaluated immediately. I don’t want him in my home any longer. Too much has happened and I’m afraid that DSS might try and intervene if they found out about this. Bette yet, how about you drive him there. That way we won’t have to worry about answering to the police and ambulance when they get there. It’ll be like putting icing on the cake before it’s served.”

“Wait! What about Angie?”

“She’ll be fine. I’m pulling up now.”