Ok, so please don't kill me! I know it took FOREVER and a day for me to post this. and aside from that, it's my shortest chapter. But things have been so busy, I barely found the time to write just this. So please enjoy, and also review because I won't update until I get at least 2 more.

Justin's POV:

I didn't know how long I'd been driving. 6, 7 hours maybe. But it didn't make a difference now. The only thing that I ever should have loved had been driven away. Not by that dirt bag Zeke, or Alex, Max, or anyone else. By me. So now I was driving away, to where exactly I didn't know. I just knew that I had to get away, away from anything that could cause more pain and guilt. Which was everything.

I decided to pull over at a local bar. By the looks of everything and a map I guessed that I was somewhere in New Jersey. Plus, everyone in the bar had a very strong accent.

"Hey, you." said a young woman, in a very flirtatious tone of voice. "Need a drink?"

"Um… I guess one couldn't hurt." I said uncertainly. Who knew what kind of people hung out at these places?

"So, a girl got you down? Don't pretend that's not it, I've seen plenty of faces like yours in my time." I noticed that she was very pretty, with black hair, blue-green eyes, and porcelain skin. She was also tall and had fairly large bust.

"Actually, yes."

"Well, don't let it get to you, they always come around." Dang, she read me like a book!

"I don't think this one will. I screwed up bad, and I deserve every bit of agony she's given me. God only knows how bad I've made her feel."

"Now, I won't believe that for even a second. Look at you! Just by glancing at your face I can tell that you would never, EVER try to purposefully hurt anyone. Isn't that right?"

"Well, if you put it that way, I guess it does make sense. Back then I didn't know how bad I was hurting her, and now that I've tried to fix it, she won't even give me another chance! If this situation was reversed, I would be forgiving to her!"

"So you see, it's not your fault at all, honey." While saying this she gently placed her hand over mine. My first instinct was to pull away, but I stayed put. "By the way, my name is Amy. And yours would be…?"

"Oh, Justin. Justin Russo."

By now she was tracing small circles on the palm of my hand. "Well then, Justin," She said with a smile. "Why don't you follow me to the back, and I'll see what I can do to make you feel better."

"Uh, I don't know about that." I said nervously. The offer sounded good now, and Harper wasn't going to forgive me any time soon, but what would be the consequences later?

"Come on. What's the worst that could happen?" said Amy slyly. She gave my arm a tug, and all of my ability to reason was overrode by the alcohol in my system. So I followed her.

A few hours later, I was driving away yet again. But this time, I was frantic. I didn't know what came over me, but the point is, I gave in, and now I was in trouble.

Great. Just great. Things were bad enough with Harper, and now you do this? She was already hurt more than she ever should have been, but now she will be broken beyond repair. How can you live with yourself? How will you tell her?

All of these thoughts came rushing through my head at once. Oh, God, if I was a monster before, then now I was the devil. She deserved to have me work for her, but I couldn't even give her that! I had to go hook up with some random girl at a bar in New Jersey just because I was feeling a little rejected. If the situation was reversed, would she have done this to me? No. She would have held strong, even though I'd have been desperately angry at her, and thought about how much I meant to her. But of course, me being my selfish, rotten self, I couldn't be a little strong for her. And now she would be even more hurt.