Hannah.

Amy came round to ours and I comforted her as best as I could. I couldn't cure her broken heart but maybe I could cure her broken mind. Stop her from doing something stupid. That's why I was happy when she said she had decided to go on a break to Beaut. She left as I gave her one last hug and told her to be careful and call me if anything happens. She thanked me and left our apartment. I waited until I saw her walk down the street before I started to really release my temper on this matter.

"Amy didn't do anything it's that slag Becky and your whore of a brother. I mean seriously how could he do this to her?!" I looked at Callum and felt so sorry for Ames I mean I had this wonderful guy and hers had trodden all over her like shit on the ground. I looked up (I had to he's that freaking tall) and felt so lucky.

"At least I can trust you. I mean it's not like you knew anything?" Callum coughed and I knew it. It was his lying cough, the cough he made whenever I asked if my cooking tasted nice (even though it's burnt crap) he would nod and cough.

"How could you?! She is my best friend! She's like my sister! You know how much I love her and care about her! Did you not think this little bit of information about your brother fucking a dog behind my sis's back was relevant for me?!"

He just stared at me; I'd never lost it with him before. I had always stayed calm we had never argued. "I'm going to' take a shower", Callum said and walked into the bathroom. That's when she sent me the text telling me she was at the airport. I was pleased that she was so focussed on moving on, but could tell that you were still upset.

That's when Callum's phone rang, a text message, from his douche bag of a brother no doubt. I picked up the phone and looked at the screen it said:

Message Received: Sandra xx

What?! I didn't know what to think at first. I knew I could trust him but the whole Jamie, you and Becky thing, I didn't know if he'd tell me the truth again? So I went with my instinct and opened the message.

Hey C. God I miss you already.
Have you told Hannah about us?
Has Amy found out about Jamie?
Maybe u, me, Jamie and Becks could go out.
Well must be going Ill see you in 5.
Later Babes! 3

BABES?! Even I don't call Callum babes. What is she thinking and what is going on? I had to find out, so I did what was expected of me and barged into the bathroom. "What's this?!" pushing the phone in his face, "Care to explain?! Why is your EX fiancé sending you texts about getting back together?! Calling you 'C' and 'babes'! Asking if you Jamie and Becks could go out… And my favourite part, 'HAS AMY FOUND OUT ABOUT JAMIE?'!"

He looked at me and I looked at him. God damn it. Why did he have to be gorgeous just standing there in nothing but a towel showing his god-like body. This is the best guy I could have ever wished for and he was mine. He made me laugh, he protected me and he loved me. Well at least I thought he did. And that's when it happened before I knew it I was sobbing to my hearts content. He touched out for me, but I couldn't face him.

"DON'T! JUST DON'T!!" He stepped and put his hands to his side. "I'm going to stay with my brother at his flat. There wont be much room but it's better than staying here with... with..." I couldn't finish my sentence so I just walked. "I'll collect some stuff tomorrow."

That's when I heard the faint sweet voice of his "But, I Love You."

I returned the next day and collected some clothes and essentials but he wasn't there. There was however a voicemail message on the answer machine. It was from him.

Hi Hannah. Um, I, I… I'm with Jamie we are heading...away.
We need to see someone... sort something out...I'll call tomorrow.
Please we need to talk. Oh, and, I... lo- *BBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEP*

The line went dead. I was so angry at him, then why the hell was I smiling? That's when there was a knock at the door. I rushed there thinking on the off chance it could be him, he could have come back to me. I turned the knob on the door and looked at the figure staring back at me. It was shorter than me and had a devilish smirk on their face that I wanted to rip off.

"Hi Hannah" said Sandra.

Amy.

I woke up as usual but for some reason couldn't stomach my breakfast. I had wished I had said 8am rather than pm... I just wanted to know what his side of the story was. I know its stupid, but you know what it's like - when you like someone that much - you have to do what you can to have them...

So the day went slowly. I floated in my pool for a few hours, just thinking about how things could turn out. How, if I'd let them, things could be as normal as ever... I couldn't make my mind up - would I want him back after being unfaithful? Or would I rather that we go separate ways even though I know I love him with all my heart? I had proven to myself the night before that at times it just gets to me, and I cant cope with the loss...

Weighing out the possibilities took what seemed like forever. Every time I found a fault with him, I found a positive to counteract it...

He's big headed - but as he so famously said 'he's adorable.'
He is far too loyal and protective - keeps you safe and makes him dependable.
He ups and goes whenever he finishes a job - it means I can travel and see different places like I've always wanted.

What ever I thought, I know there was a silver lining. I hated myself for always having a positive outlook on things... I just wish for once that I could make my mind up. But either way, the fact he was with her and the fact I had lost him would never go away...

I checked my left arm, looking at my watch. I saw the time clearly reading 6.30 and decided to go out and buy something to eat... My skin had wrinkled as the water had soaked in; my forehead had tanned with white lines across it. I looked at the mirror as I pinned my curly locks back, my face had eyes looked duller than ever and my awful tan lines made me look worse. The fact that thinking had caused me to look so bad, frustrated me. I screamed at angrily stared at the mirror. I was sick of the sight of myself... I lost my temper and screeched at the mirror with emotional rage... "Amy, why are you such a wreck? Where the hell did you go wrong? You were stronger than this, nothing could pull you down! Get a grip!"

It was then that I had noticed, no matter what creature or height or even depth of water you gave me, I would face it... I had no actual known fear but when it came to my weakness, I realised it was my heart. Before him I had closed it off, created a protective barrier so that I wouldn't feel the pain of losing someone... I knew that when I was happily in love that I was glad to have let down the wall that was created between me and boys. But now, this pain was so unbearable that I needed to sort it out. I needed the solution to the problem. So now, determined, I looked up at the mirror and started to sort out my face.

I used exfoliaters and moisturisers to give myself more of a glow, I applied make up and added a few extra curls to my hair. I felt better already... The time now read 7.15. I grabbed my bag and headed out to Marcel's. He is the man of the baguettes - you want a quick yet filling and healthy meal choice? Go to Marcel! I came back, finishing my sandwich. I opened the door using my back and turned round to find a shadow standing over me holding a bat. Of course -I screamed, but then the instinct kicked in and our Winchester training came in handy... I grabbed the bat whilst kneeing the mystery figure in the stomach. Surprisingly it sounded like a higher pitched voice than I was expecting... I threw the bat outside before kicking the door shut. I flicked the light on before leaning down to see that the figure, which was now doubled over in pain, was. I grabbed the thin, long hair and lifted it back so I could see my attackers face. Of course, you can guess it was her!

I grabbed a curtain tie and tightly suspended her arms. The bitch sat there glaring at me from the corner of the room, where I had situated her. She said some annoying things. I swear if it wasn't for the bottle of double-strength vodka, I would have kicked her head in but as I saw that it was 7.52pm, I decided to wait for the boys.

8pm hit and they arrived. The cut on my lip from the struggle, and the over powering smell of alcohol gave away the fact I hadn't had a good time and from the moment they walked in, they knew to be on edge...
"What's up Aim?" was the first sentence Callum managed to say after "hi".
Wiping the blood from my lip I nodded in her direction. They looked to find an alcohol-drenched, angry-faced, gagged and bound slag. Callum raised his eyebrows and stepped aside to let Jamie in with sight of as there. The room was silent and we all stopped to look at him reaction.

The only thing he did was look at me. The look in his eyes was one id never forget. He looked so scared, so confused, I looked at him and just knew - he was giving up. I felt the lump catch my throat as I saw his next action. The salt in my eyes stung and the pattern of my breathing became annoying. All I wanted to do was cry.

Hannah.

"Hi Hannah" she smiled at me and walked in! She walked straight past me into the apartment. I was like 'Excuse Me?!' How dare she have the nerve, she comes into my apartment and she sits on my couch. I can't believe her my blood is actually starting to boil as all this happening. She sat there looking at me and started to give an Obama speech.

"I'm so sorry darling for your loss (nobody had died, what on earth was she babbling about?). I know how much you loved Callum but darling he wasn't for you. He loves me and we are going to have a house and start a family together. But that's not the reason why I'm round here. I'm actually here to ask if we can have the peace. No hard feelings". She reached out her hand as if she expected me to grasp it, shake it and kiss each of her cheeks.

"Ok" I sweetly replied. And then I did the proper thing to do. I swung my arm and did a Winchester jaw breaker. She fell to the ground with a split lip and a bruised cheek, and I was secretly satisfied. She lay there as I grabbed my mobile and dialled the number I should have dialled hours before.

"Hello" the groggy jet lagged voice replied to my call.

"Callum It's me. Um....I've...got someone here who wants to talk to you." I threw the phone into Sandra's lap and she picked it up and cautiously placed it to her ear. And began to speak:

"Hello, Callum....No....I....but......her......we......ok....bye." She gave me back the phone. And I placed the handset to the side of my head.

"Hi."

"Hannah I am so sorry. What she said is...well...some of it is shit. I've got to admit though some of it is true. I have been with her but I didn't want to start a family with her or buy a house together." That's when a light bulb flashed in my head and I knew the reply I should say but I didn't want to say it.

"How did you know all those other things she'd said," tears dwelling in my eyes, "you're a liar. You're with Jamie in Beaut; well that's what you said anyway I don't know whether to believe you anymore. So bye Callum."

"Don't hang up. Listen to me for once. I LOVE YOU!! I'm coming back from Beaut and I'm going to meet you at the Boat House at 7pm tomorrow. OK?!"

"The Boat House very romantic. Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye"

I'm not sure why I agreed to it but I did. I agreed to meet the guy who I loved and who had lied to me. I wanted to kill him as much as I wanted to kiss him. I looked over at Sandra bleeding on the floor and grabbed her by her hair. "Get out of our apartment and out our lives you psychotic cow!" I let go and she rose from the floor. She gave me a dirty smirk and walked out the door. I collapsed on my couch and closed my eyes, waiting for tomorrow to come.