Hey, I'm really sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I really hate this chapter. It's too mushy and I think I will change it at a later date, but I will keep it if you guys like it. Not the whole chapter, though. Just the ending. Also a big thanks to my beta VA-ladyda-IF-ladyda-HON-ladyda

Before I even realize what I'm doing, I throw my phone at the wall, leaving an incredibly deep hole in the wall. My masseuse is stunned for a minute before squeaking out an "I'll just leave you alone for a minute" before he hauls ass right out of there. As soon as I'm alone my eyes start filling up with tears but I refuse to let them fall. Instead I take a deep breath and swallow down the lump that's appeared in my throat. I take another deep breath and stand up, allowing the sheet to fall to the ground. I clear my mind for a minute to help me think about what my immediate actions will be.

To confront Lissa, or to not? The hardest question of my life so far. I rub my temples, I could feel a headache coming on. I need to get out of here, away from Lissa and all her problems so I can sort through all of mine. I'm done trying to be there for her when she is never there for me. The betrayal from all my friends is tearing my heart apart and will tear my life apart if I let it. Even Mason can't be relied upon. He only warned me for his own gain. He's been in love with me for years. He would be a great catch for the right girl. He's really weedy and nerdy looking right now but I know when it's time for college he will fill right out and become popular with the ladies. I can't wait for that.

But for now he still loves me and right now I honestly need that. Okay, so here's the game plan; I'll get dressed and I will pack my things and haul ass off this island without li… I can't even say that name without chocking in disgust… without slut guts knowing. Then I'll get Mason to come get me from the airport and I'll… go home and? Pack my shit and leave. I don't have the patience to deal with the ice cold bitch (aka mum). I don't know where I'll go but anywhere is better than here, there and anywhere my so called 'friends' are. Not to mention Abe is also not gonna happen, he's in Russia on business. He would fly me out but I just don't think I would be able to deal with going to that certain place, not when he promised to take me there when he had the time and money.

I yank on my clothes and stumble over to the wall to dislodge my phone. It turns out that I am not as strong as I had hoped. The only reason my phone went through the wall is because is thin. Shit. How am I going to pay for the damage without my mother knowing? A smirk forms on my face, slut guts can pay for it. It's the least she can do. It's called compensation.

As I walk towards the door of the small but luxurious and cosy (also cheap as possible, given the dry wall is built as cheap as possible) room, the masseuse sticks his head in. "Is it alright to come in now?" I laugh in my head and reply "Yeah, actually i'm done for the day." "What about the damage? You just can't leave without paying for it" he practically squeaked out but was surprisingly sounding firm.

"Just charge it to Vasilisa Dragomir" I say carelessly, stepping away from the door and towards the elevators.

When I get to my room I instantly head over to Lissa's room to check her schedule out. I need to know how much time I will have to haul ass before she comes back to her room to nap for an hour or two. Glancing at the time on my phone I realize it's now 1:30. Shit, Lissa's nap is scheduled for 1:45. I swing around and run all the way to my room, only remembering at the last second that I never unpacked anything in the first place, except for my phone charger and other bits and bobs.

I pick my stuff up and am out the door in a matter of seconds, on my way to the reception desk to ask for the room of the pilot to Vasilisa's plane. Gotta do this quick though, I only have a ten minutes left.

Finding the pilots room was really easy and quick,-thank god—but getting him to fly me back to America without her might prove to be a little problem. So I quickly made a game plan while knocking on his door. I decided to tell him a family emergency has happened and I need to fly home ASAP, without her majesty, of course.

When he answered the door I was completely surprised to see him all dressed up, ready for a flight. His weathered old face smiled softly before saying "The planes all fuelled up if you're ready to go" "Um, how do you know I want to go?" Is he a psychic or something? I'm actually being serious. His face goes red and he turns completely bashful. "My grand-daughter is mad about social media and all the techy things this new generation is full of. She and my daughter, her mother, live far from me so Annabelle decided to make me all those talky profile things. I have almost gotten the hang of it, I believe. Anyway, long story short I know that an unfortunate event has taken place in your life at this time and so I have made all the flight preparations and have the crew ready to leave. I take it from the duffle bag in your hands that you are ready to leave?"

A lump of gratitude clogs my throat and makes my nose slightly runny. All I can do is nod. He doesn't do anything except take my hand and lead me towards the awaiting plane on the runway.