After Clay, Justin and Mia talked about the clubhouse he dropped her off at her house. As soon as Mia got in the house she felt everything overwhelm her and she cries. she covers her mouth and cries, she closes her eyes and she opens them again to sees a bottle of whiskey. Mia inhales and walks forward, she goes to reach for the bottle but quickly stops. 

She squeezes her fist shut and hits the side of her leg. "Fuck..." Mia whispers. She ignores the footsteps coming downstairs and her mother looks at her daughter looking at the bottle mesmerized.

"Mia, sweetie?" She says softly.

Mia inhales and looks at her mom, "Hey. mom, what's up?" She asks.

"Nothing....just...you came home late." She says as she slowly walks over to her daughter. Mia gives her a small smile, "I just needed to clear my head..." Mia says quietly.

"Okay, well...your brother isn't home right now, so how about you go upstairs..." She says.

Mia feels herself relax as she knows her mom understands that she's been avoiding Bryce. "Thank you." Mia says.

"Of course, sweetie." Nora replies. As Mia goes upstairs Nora looks at the whiskey that her daughter was looking at. She grabs the bottle and pours it down the kitchen drain.

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Mia walks beside Clay and Justin as they head into the school. "How are you, today? I heard you finished the tapes." Justin asks.

Mia looks at Justin and Clay, "I'm...not okay, I mean. All the things that happened I barely knew about, then what Bryce did. I was there, but I didn't know..." Mia says quietly.

"I'll help you guys, I'll help you guys with this clubhouse thing...I just...I need to find out the truth and help Hannah." Mia says as she nods her head.

"Honestly I'm glad you're helping, don't think we could do this without you." Clay says. Justin nods his head agreeing. 

"What the hell have you got to say for yourself, young man?" Someone yells. The three students turn and see Jessica's dad walking towards them. 

"Oh shit." Mia whispers. 

Jessica stops her dad and they whisper yell at one another. Her dad looks back at Justin, "You be very careful of yourself, young man." He threatens him as he points at Justin. 

Justin and Jessica look into each others eyes until he walks away.

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Mia walks over to Justin and Clay, but she stops when she sees Sherri. "What's she doing here?" Mia asks. Sherri tenses up and Clay opens his mouth, "Mia, she's here to help us." He states.

Mia grips the strap of her bag tighter than usual. "I can go if--"

"N-No...no, it's...it's fine, Sherri. I-I-I'm sorry, I just need to get use to...everything now..." Mia gives her a tight lipped smile and sits down. Sherri nods her head and talks about her time in the clubhouse.

"They put my picture in this box with, like, a hundred others." Sherri states.

Mia shakes her head and closes her eyes, "For what, like trophies?" Mia asks.

"Insurance. What happens in the Clubhouse stays in the Clubhouse." Justin states. 

"We have to get those pictures. We'll go during the game." Clay says. 

"You go. I'm out." Sherri states.

"Wait. Why?" Clay questions.

"I can't go back there." Sherri whispers like she's in pain. Mia sees her scared eyes and nods her head, "Yeah, I get it." Mia states trying to make Sherri feel better. 

Mia looks at Justin then Clay, "I'll go." Mia says nodding her head. Justin shakes his head, "No. Most definitely not." He states.

Mia squints her eyes, "What? You were just going to let Sherri go--"

"Yeah, but that's because if Sherri got caught, it wouldn't be suspicious, but you're Bryce's sister. And if you got caught, people would talk about it." Justin explains.

Mia crosses her arms and arches a brow, "And...because, Sherri's tough she can take care of herself." Justin says.

Mia scoffs and looks at Clay.

"Clay?" Mia says. He tenses up and scratches the back of his neck, "Well...uh..." He trails off and blows air out of his mouth.

Mia laughs in disbelief, "Such bullshit..." Mia says as she opens her bag.

"Listen, Mia...I'm sorry, but--"

She pulls out a switchblade and they all scoot back, "Holy shit! Mia, put that away!" Justin hisses.

Mia slices her arm and they all gasp. "Uh...what the fuck?!" Clay says.

Sherri looks at her impressed, "She's fucking crazy, I think she can handle herself." 

Mia smiles, "Thank you, so...text me when you guys are leaving, I'm gonna go clean this up." She says referring to her cut.

She turns to walk away and they all look at each other worried. As Mia walks away from them she covers her arm tightly and walks to the bathroom. She leans against the door and licks her lips. 

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Clay puts the numbers into the lock and opens the door. They all exchange looks and begin to look for the pictures. After a few minutes of looking Justin speaks out, "You'd think they'd know better than to just leave this shit lying around." 

"Except then they'd know better than to take pictures in the first place." Clay states. Mia sighs in frustration, but it gets cut off as light cuts into the room and Zach looks at them. 

"Shit." Mia says. 

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" Zach walks up to Clay. 

"We know about the Clubhouse. We know everything, and we're not the only ones." Clay states. 

"Oh, you know everything? I don't think so." Zach shakes his head.

"We know enough." Clay retorts.

"Hey, just back off, Dempsey." Justin says. 

"Or what, Justin?" Zach says strongly. "Gonna come at me? I wasn't scared of you even before you fell apart." Zach looks at him in anger.

"Woah, dude! Just calm down." Mia says. 

"And what the hell are you doing here? If Bryce found out--"

"Fuck, Bryce!" Mia says scoffing. Zach squints his eyes as to why Mia would snap like that.

"Do what you want, Zach." Clay states. "I've already gotten the shit beat out of me this week. It's not gonna stop us." Clay states. 

"Really?" Zach questions.

"Yes." Clay answers. 

"Cause t's gonna keep happening, Clay. To you too, Justin and Mia. It doesn't stop. You can't take shots at the top and expect to not get hit back." Zach continues.

Clay looks Zach in the eyes, "I'm not afraid."He says strongly. Mia smirks impressed about how much he's changed. 

Zach nods his head slightly, "Good." He grabs a box from the shelf and places them on the table in front of the three students. "You already have three of these. There's the rest." Zach states as he starts to walk away. 

"Wait, wait. It was you? Why the big mystery? Why couldn't you just talk to me? Tell me what was going on?" Clay asks getting frustrated. 

"Cause I'm a fucking coward." Zach yells out. "And you're not." He walks out of the clubhouse, all of their eyes leave the door and look at the box. 

"This is the thing I don't get. Why are these girls getting themselves into this situation in the first place?" Clay asks.

Mia and Sherri look to each other then Clay in disgust. "Are you shitting me right now?" Mia questions him. 

"Seriously, Clay? You're gonna blame the girls?" Sherri questions him as well. 

"No, I just--Look, I mean, this girl's laughing. Like she's having fun." Clay shows the picture and Mia feels her stomach turn. 

"Oh My God. This is Nina, that girl on the track team." Sherri says. "She's Jessica's friend." 

Mia nods her head, "Yeah, I've seen her at meetings." Mia nods her head.

They all look at her and Mia stops as she let something slip. "Meetings? Like--"

"I drove Jess to one of her survivor meetings. It was no big deal." Mia says and looks back at the photos.

"Clay, you don't know what was happening in this photo." Sherri states.

"And you don't know what happened after." Mia adds. 

"But clearly, no one's forcing her to be there." Clay states. 

"Look, girls don't just "get themselves" into bad situation." Mia snaps.

"Guys make the situations bad." Sherri adds. 

"You don't know what that feels like, to be a girl in that room." Sherri states. 

Clay gets quiet for a second and everyone keeps looking through the pictures. "Yeah, no. You're right." He states.

"We're just saying, it's complicated." Mia says with her eyes on the photos.

"yeah." Clay whispers. 

"Shit. Shit, guys. Look." Justin shows a picture and as soon as Mia saw she felt like she was going to throw up. She closes her eyes and turns away. 

"Shit. Sorry, Mia." Justin says. 

"Oh My God." Clay says.

"Was that...Chloe?" Mia tries her best to mask her shaky voice. 

"He did that to his own girlfriend?" Sherri questions. 

"This is how we take him down." Clay states. Mia keeps her eyes on Clay's door and Mia shakes her head as her ringing goes out. How could this be her brother? What happened? Mia's thoughts get cut off as Clay says, "He's fucking raping her." 

Mia flinches and quickly stands up, "Mia, I'm sorry I didn't--"

"No. No...I just...I have to go, just text me." Mia says giving them all soft smiles. 

She grabs her bag and quickly leaves the room. They all look at each other, "Maybe, we were wrong to have Mia help us. I mean, I understand she wants to help but...this is her fucking brother we're trying to take down, guys." Sherri says.

Clay bites the inside of his cheeks and wonders if Sherri's right.

Mia quickly enters her house and sees Bryce sitting in the dining room. Mia runs her tongue over her teeth. 

"Hey, Em! What's up? Want to come have a drink with me, or watch me have one. How long you been sober?" He says with laughs. Mia walks to the kitchen and grabs a kitchen knife.

She speed walks back over to Bryce and he quickly stands up. Mia kicks the chair and he stands against the wall, "What the fuck, Mia?!--"

"Shut the fuck up!" Mia yells.

She moves the knife towards his neck. "What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?" Mia hisses. 

"You're asking me, what's wrong? You're holding the knife to my fucking neck!--"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Mia says. Bryce closes his mouth. "Tell me why I shouldn't slit your throat now?" Mia whispers with a shaky breath.

"I'm your fucking, brother..." Bryce says quietly. 

Mia shakes her head, "No, you are not my brother. My brother wouldn't have all this shit floating around. I mean I could get past it, if it was fake--"

"They are--"

"NO THEY'RE NOT!!!" Mia yells. 

"What is going on he--" Nora stops talking as she sees what's happening. "Mia. Stop this." Nora says strongly.

Mia ignores her mother and burns her blue eyes into Bryce's. "You think you can take what you want, when you want it?" Mia whispers. She chuckles and shakes her head.

"You're just like fucking John--"

"Oh come one, Mia. Please don't say that. They're lying, I could never do this." He says.

Nora turns and sees Barry coming downstairs. "Nora, why the hell are you just standing there?!" He yells at his wife.

"She's got a knife!" Nora says with disbelief.
 Barry runs over to them and wraps his arms around Mia's body he drags her away, kicking and screaming. 

"You're a monster, and...m-monsters deserve to die." Mia hisses. Barry turns her around and grabs the knife from her hand. He points it in her face, "Now...all this rebellious crap that you've been going through has gone on long enough!" He yells.

"Dad it's fine--"

"Shut up, Bryce." He snaps. 

"You will not use this fake news to act out even more, I won't allow it!" He yells. Mia scoffs, "You honestly can't believe that Bryce didn't do this!" Mia yells.

"YOU WILL NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME--"

"What are you going to do, huh?" Mia says walking up to him. Nora looks at her husband and daughter in worry about what might come next.

Bryce shakes his head, "Mia, just leave it alone--"

"You gonna ground me? Hit me? Sick your rapists pedophile friend on me?--"

"Get out." He growls. 

"What?--"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE!" Barry yells. Mia opens her mouth in shock, she tries to say something but he keeps going.

"I DON'T WANT YOUR LYING CRAZY, WEAK, PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A DAUGHTER TO BE HERE!" He yells.

"You can't kick me--"

"I just did. Pack your things you have 10 minutes." He says walking away.

Mia chuckles, "Whatever..." Mia says quietly. HSe runs up the stairs ignoring her mothers calls. She grabs clothes that'll last her a week, her money she's made from her job at Monet's, and a separate bag from her school bag, and some other things.

Mia runs down the stairs and Nora follows her. "You can't leave--"

"Didn't you hear? Dad just did." Mia says wiping her nose in frustration.

"Mia, sweetie--"

"I love you, mom. And tell Marisa. Hasta luego."  Mia says with a small smile. She catches Bryce staring at her in the back. Mia looks away from him and walks out of the house. She continues to walk away, but she stops. She turns around and looks at the house. 

She inhales and closes her eyes. She opens them and screams with all her sadness, anger, and fear, "FUCK YOU!!!!" 

She wipes her eyes as she didn't notice that she was crying. She walks away and towards a familiar house.

She knocks on the door and it swings open. 

"Mia?"

"Hi, Mrs. Baker. Can I stay with you for a few nights?" Mia says with red eyes. 

Olivia gives her a supportive smile, "Of course, sweetie. Come in. And it's Olivia."