Three weeks later Brax found himself pounding the pavement. His mind hadn't stopped working since that day at the hospital and he had finally had enough. Getting less then 3 hours every night he vented his angrier on everyone and anyone around him. People had started to avoid him but Brax couldn't care less.

Bianca was the only one that had managed to talk to him. Her words were playing in his head give her time to get her head around this Brax. You knew what was going on the whole time but it was a shock to her. He would have thought that three weeks was enough but she still hadn't called. Many a time his phone had been in his hand, his finger above her name but something inside him made him stop. What he had done was wrong and he knew it but he meant everything that he had said to her. He didn't mean to fall in love in with her but he had. Her smile, her laugh, the way she moved her body, her wit, her brains, her eyes, everything about her drove him crazy. When he closed his eyes her image was burnt into his eye lids and he found it easier to simply keep them open.

Everything had finally exploded today at the restaurant. All the customer did was point out the error in their order and Brax lost it. Throwing the plate of the table, which ended up in half the food landing on the poor customer, he started yelling about how some times life just wasn't fair and you just have to get over it. Heath had come running out from behind the bar and pulled him away. In one second Brax went from yelling at the customer to staring his brother down. Not normally the one to back down Brax pushed his brother back, grabbed his keys from behind the bar and left the restaurant. Jumping in his ute he speed off not caring if anyone was in his way.

That's how he found himself standing there right now again just staring. He wasn't totally sure what he had been doing in the hours since he left the restaurant but he knew he was where he needed to be right now. He didn't even know if she would be inside after what happened with Jack but he had already tried her apartment and this was the only other place he could think to look.

Little did he know that she was inside and she was about to go on stage. She had been left the bay the next day when she had been released from hospital. The car ride home had been painful but Charlie was just glad to be back in her own space. Madison had stayed with her for the next week making sure that she was looked after.

After a week she had enough of sitting around her apartment and went to the club. Marching her way into the office she found Jack at his desk doing his best to work on the paper work that Charlie would normally do.

"Charlie what are you doing here?" he asked looking up.

"Shut up and listen to me. I'm going to come back to work but it's going to be on my terms. I'm going to have regular shifts dancing and I'm still going to run the office. I'm going to pick one of the girls to help me in the office. Oh and most importantly I'm going to be like any other dancer in this club. I'm going to do floor work and I'm going to do private dances."

"Charl…"

"I said shut up Jack. I really don't care what you to say, we both know that you can't run this place without me. Now give me the roster and I will work out what shifts I want to work."

After setting things out for Jack she got to work sorting out the paperwork. Her body was still in pain but it was nothing compared to the emotional pain she was in. Returning back to work was her way of coping, when she was working she had no time for what was going on in her head.

He hadn't left her thoughts since he had left her hospital room. How could he said all that and then just leave like nothing had happened? She wasn't sure what she would have done if he called but it didn't matter because he hadn't. Her heart ached for him but then her brain stepped in and tell her to stop being so stupid. She longed to be back in his arms to feel the warmth of his lips against hers however the reality was cold and grey.

A week after returning to the office she started dancing again. Her bruises were still visible but that was nothing a little stage makeup and a right lighting couldn't hide. She had reluctantly agreed that she wasn't ready to do floor work or private dancers yet, up close it was a lot harder to hide the marks on her body and customers didn't need to see them. She thought nobody noticed the amount of pain killers she was taking every day just to handle the pain but everyone at the club knew. They thought the change in her was because of what happened with Jack but only Madison knew the full stories and she wasn't telling anyone. She thought her friend needed to work through this in her own way but that didn't mean she couldn't keep a close eye on her.

The night in question they were both in their dressing room getting ready together. Charlie's body was almost back to its flawless self only needing a touch of makeup to hide the last of the bruises. Looking at herself in the mirror she ran her hands through her long hair thinking how different it made her look. The memories of the first time she saw this face looking back at her came flooding back.

"You sure you're up for this?" inquired Madison sensing something was wrong. It was a Saturday night and the club was pumping. The girls were dancing together on the main stage which was totally different to what Charlie normally did.

"You know I am. Let's go do this!" she grabbed her friends hand and they made their way to the stage together.

"Let's welcome to the main stage Roxy and Grace!"