I stared down at the number on my hand in awe. I have had the absolute worst day ever and yet here I was with a small smile on my face. I stared down at the name scribbled under the number, Jax. Was that short for anything? I've never heard of anyone with that name before and to be honest, I'd probably never meet another one as good looking. He still was conceited but that didn't stop my smile. The hottest guy ever had given me his number. As bad as it sounded I didn't get hit on often. It wasn't that I wasn't cute, because I am decent looking. A little thicker than most but decent. I twirled my hair around my finger. I Lacy LeeAnn Hope had gotten a phone number without even trying! I wanted to squeal. I wanted to call Bre...My smile faded. Yeah I needed to call her. I hoped she would pick up. I needed answers. I was so confused about the whole situation. Why didn't deputy Hale see any bruises on her face? Was it possible she had lied to me? That was so out of character for her so I knew she had to have been telling the truth. Bre oh Bre what didn't you get yourself into? Why didn't you leave him alone like I begged her too? Why did you ignore all of my warning signs? Why didn't you listen to me?

I walked over to my car and was still lost. I knew my best friend was in deep trouble. I knew she must have suffered deeply after Hale left. Maybe he even beat her more because I sent the police. I did the only thing I knew how to do. I went to the police and they did nothing. What else am I supposed to do? I sat in my driver's seat and just cried until I couldn't cry any more.

I finally came to my senses and straightened up. I fixed my make up in the mirror and drove straight to Bre's. This shit was going to end now. I reached under my seat and found my trusty metal baseball bat. I kept it there just in case I got mugged or someone attempted to rape me. Or even worse hid out in my backseat attempting to murder me. Yeah it was obvious I watched too many movies. Anyway back to the task at hand, I grabbed my bat and hopped out of the car. I seemed to bounce as I walked and practically hoped up the stairs. I knocked lightly and when I got no response I pounded on the door with the bat. I kept pounding until finally the door opened and Daniel stood there with a smug smile on his face.

"Lacy, what a pleasure to see you. How can I help you?" He was taunting me. That made me want to kill him more. I hated hearing my name come out of his mouth, it had always bothered me the way he said my name but this time it left a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. knowing he put his hands on Brianna made it sound so much worse.

"You know damn well why I'm here Daniel. Wheres Bre?" He grinned like the cat who ate the Canary. He obviously knew that I knew that he had hit her why was he acting so nonchalantly? Was he really proud of what he had done?

"You actually just missed her Lacy. I'll be sure to tell her you came by." He went to shut the door but I put my bat in the door jam.

"Yeah why don't I come in and look for myself, because you and I both know that you don't let her out of your sight. So why don't you cut the shit where is she?" His grin quickly faded from his face and it was followed by a look of pure hatred.

"Bre won't be seeing you for awhile. You're no good for her, so take your nosy ass home. She doesn't need you as a friend. Oh and by the way Lacy...The next time you send the police to my house you will regret it." With that he slammed the door hard enough to knock the bat out of my hand. I stood there dumbfounded and to be completely honest. I felt like I had failed her now more than ever. She had to have heard me. Why didn't she come to the door? Didn't she want me to know she was okay ? After her distressed phone call this morning, you would think she would care. Was he that controlling of her that she was afraid to call out to me? Or did she really not care?

I somehow managed to make my way home, how I wasn't quite sure because I don't even remember getting in my car. As soon as I walked in I could tell by the look on my mom's face she was about to yell at me for disappearing in her car for a few hours when she had no knowledge of where I was. I raised my hand to stop her from yelling. I started to cry and I let it all pour out. To her credit she didn't say a word till I was finished. She wrapped her arms around me and held me until I stopped crying.

"Mom how come the police didn't see any bruises? Why wouldn't she come to the door to explain? He'll why won't she call me?" My mom rubbed my back as my concerns turned to sons. She did not say anything until I finished crying

"You know I was always worried something like this would happen because of how she was brought up. You know Sherri didn't care what kind of people she brought around her daughter. But what stopped my fears is I knew she had you. I raised you to always do what you think is right...Even if it isn't what everyone else finds right. You have always found your own way. You're strong, independent and one of the most hard headed people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing Lacy. We will figure this out, but for now there is only one person who can answer your questions and maybe you should try to call her. She just might pick up." Mom was right, I should just call her. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and dialed her number. It rang three times before she answered.

"Hello?" She asked, almost cheerfully. How could she be cheerful after all the bullshit she put me through?

"Bre thank God! Are you okay? I've been trying to reach you all day! What happened? Why didn't you tell the cops what you told me?" My voice was frantic and panicked but I couldn't help it. My breath was coming out as fast like I had run a marathon. Everything spilled out at once but I couldn't stop it. It had been held in all day.

"I'm fine. Daniel and i had a misunderstanding and I lied to run away. I was stupid and childish. Why would I ever run away from a man who devotes his life to me. That was stupid.". My mouth fell open. What was she saying? That she lied to me? My stomach felt like it fell down an elevator shaft. Something about this didn't seem right. It almost sounded...Rehearsed.

"Bre, what's going on? You don't sound like yourself." My stomach was now doing flips.

"The main reason I answered this call was to tell you. It's not good for me right now for us to be friends. I want to be better for Daniel and to do that I have to work on bettering myself. So we need some distance. I'm sorry for the hurt you're experiencing but it's what's meant to be. So please no more phone calls or random stop ins . We need a break. Also please don't send the police over again. I love you Lacy good bye."

Call ended flashed on my screen and I broke into tears.

a/n: been awhile since I updated this one. Let me know what you think