Welcome old and new readers!! I'm back (finally!) lol. Sorry about the BIG delay but I found some free time today and wanted to update. Do me a favor, read it, review it, let me know you still support the story and want me to continue. If not, I'll wrap it up in a the next couple chapters.

The days have gotten cold quickly. After getting into the swing of school, it all passes like a blur. I miss Mikayla more and more these days. Her schedule has gone from busy to hectic, but I could tell that's how she liked it. Always moving. I guess the busier you are, the better the college experience is. I was in the library when I was not running to a meeting or something. Casey started speaking to me a lot faster than I imagined he would. It almost made me wonder if he even cared about me as much as he claimed.

In attempt to find a social life, I called Bree out for a dinner date. She barely got out. It would be good for us. I dressed in the warmest clothes I had and my favorite winter coat. Freezing was an understatement. Soon I heard Bree's car outside and ran down to meet her.

"Hey you," I said cheerfully.

"Hey yourself."

"You cut your hair some?"

"Oh, how sweet of you to notice," she teased.

"It's cute." It was breathtaking. Bree was twisted toward me in her seat, waiting for me to get situated in the passengers seat. She watched me carefully, making me nervous.

"What? What did I do?" I asked dumbly.

"Nada. You're just so…" her dark brown eyes were looking lazily into mine, her bangs now longer, sweeping over her eyebrows, "slow."

I smack at her hand on the steering wheel. "Why are you so mean to me?"

"I'm not," she said pulling out of the parking lot, "Put on your seat belt."

Neither of us being picky girls, we agreed on the nearest restaurant in the next town over. Bree had her face hidden by her menu. I looked down at my own and tried to choose between the pastas or the sandwiches.

"Hello!" A voice surprised us, making us look up. It definitely was not the waiter. It was a girl, maybe a couple years older than us. She wore a tight pair of jeans and an even tighter jacket. She wore her lust on her sleeves and I she gave me bad vibes. She wore a bit more make up than necessary. I looked to Bree who seemed to recognize the women.

"Oh come on, Breezy. Don't just sit there staring. You don't know my name anymore?" She harassed.

"Valerie." Bree was less than thrilled. "Is there something you need?"

Her bluntness caused Valerie to look at her for a tense second before replying, "No, no. I saw you over here and wanted to see how you are doing. You know everyone has been worried about you. Daddy always talks about you." Her voice cut through the buzzing of all the noise in the restaurant.

Bree's eyes burned a hole into Valerie's as she took on this new information. "Screw you," she said tensely.

"Breezy, don't you love us any more?" Valerie smiled sadly. I was getting sick of her teasing and so was Bree.

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"Breezy…"

"Don't call me that," her jaw tightened. Some of the people around turned to look.

"Breezy-"

"I think you should go," I cut in protectively.

"It's none of your concern," Valerie looked to me. Her dark hair nearly whipped me in the face. I was beginning to get fed up with this chick.

"Hey, hey," Bree put a hand up, her anger visible. "Get your fucking hands off of her."

"I didn't touch your "precious", Breezy, relax." Valerie looked between Bree and I, "But she is very beautiful. Useful…"

"Alright," Bree had had enough. She rose from her seat across from me and grabbed a hold of Valerie's shoulder. Valerie, pissed that Bree was touching her, shoved her off. Valerie got close enough to Bree that they nearly kissed.

"Who do you think you ARE? You are nothing, Breezy. Nothing. Just because you ran off doesn't change you. You're still a little bitch."

Bree's face twisted a little as she went from shock to rage. She pushed Valerie hard, accidentally knocking her into the incoming waiter. Valerie recovered and ran at Bree with no intentions of slowing down. Fist in a ball, Valerie hit Bree square in the stomach and clawed at her hair. They became a flurry of hair, arms, shredded clothes and screams. They immediately caused attention and security was over within a minute. I had been too shocked to get in the fight, but as soon as both women had been separated, I was by Bree's side. She was still yelling at Valerie while I tried to talk her down. The security guys weren't as kind, however. Bree was shoved out of the back door and Valerie was thrown out of the front. The restaurant was in full chaos. I must have apologized to 27 people as I exited out of the building after Bree.

She ran toward her car like it was on fire. She had it started and was coming toward me before I made it half way across the lot.

"Get in." She said harshly.

"Bree, hang on. Let's take a minute. Take a breather. Let's talk." I tried to keep my voice calm.

"Mitchie, get in." Something in her voice scared me. I got in. I barely closed the door before she sped off. We didn't speak for a few minutes and it was obvious she was on some kind of search mission.

"Honey, please. Where are we going?" No answer. Her eyes were dark and I imagined her being a villain in a comic book. Carefully, I reached for her knee.

"D-don't. Don't touch me right now," she said brokenly, "please."

"I need to know where you are planning to go," I watched as our speed accelerated.

"I'm going to kill her."

"Is that all?" I laughed nervously.

"I'm not kidding, Mitchie." And with almost cheetah-like speed, she pulled a small gun from under her seat. My eyes were wider than I thought possible and my gasp was the only sound that filled the car.