A/N: this chapter is really short, sorry i haven't had a lot of time to right..I will try to make the next chapter longer. Thanks again to all the readers and the feedback. Enjoy as always :)

I didn't know how long I was driving or where I was driving to. All I knew was I didn't want to go back.

I kept my eyes fixed on the road, my hands death gripped to the steering wheel.

Everything I was feeling was hurt and anger. I looked back at the text message that Dakota had only sent me minutes ago.

"We need to talk...i don't think I can do this anymore, for now I can't be with you…"

I started to cry again, letting the tears fall slowly. I bit my bottom lip.

I was a mess, a horrible mess.

I finally got off of the highway and pulled out to the nearest exit. I didn't know where I was but I knew I couldn't drive anymore.

Every time I had passed a car on the highway, I thought of what would it be like to smash into the car so I wouldn't have to deal with the overwhelming drama anymore.

I saw a hotel and pulled inside of it's parking lot.

The silence was overwhelming in the car for a few moments as I folded my arms on the steering wheel, laying my head on them. I closed my eyes wishing it would all go away knowing it wouldn't.

I didn't want to go back, and I sure as hell didn't want to do this promotion tour.

All these things ran through my head and more..I laid there and cried again...the tears running down my face as I fell asleep in my pain.

The next morning I woke up the sound of my cell phone going off. I was hunched over the steering wheel still, my eyes hurting when I woke up to see the sun blazing in my eyes.

I sat upright my back killing me like crazy and grabbed my phone. It was Joan.

"Hello?" I said lazily as I stretched out my legs hearing the bones crack underneath my skin.

"Where the fuck have you been!" she screamed at me. "Cherie, Rob, Dakota and me have been calling you nonstop since you decided to walk out of the house. Plus do you know what time it is! We have to be at the airport in a half an hour."

Shit I forgot about that.

"Oh, well ill meet you guys there." I said not even answering her question of where I was...mainly because I couldn't tell her.

"You better, because it is a long ass flight to New York."

"I know, I know. I'll be there." I said hanging up the phone on her.

After what seemed like hours of driving around looking for the airport I finally got there. I took the bag I had in the car and stepped outside.

I slammed the door, paparazzi surrounding me. I looked like a mess. My eyes were all bloodshot and red from crying and my hair is was messy.

I placed my hood over my head, put on my sunglasses and ignored all the questions for the annoying ass paparazzi but putting on my music full blast from my iPod.

I texted Joan to find out where they were inside of the airport.

"Hurry we are in gate A15, plane is leaving soon."

I looked up from my sunglasses..

A11...A12...A13..A14…

I saw gate A15 and looked as far as I could. I saw them.

There was Joan and Cherie sitting there talking. And then I saw her…

She was sitting there on the terminal chair, her hair up in a ponytail. She was in sweatpants, sneakers, and a tight fitted t-shirt, defiantly dressed down.

I tried to see her eyes...to see what she was feeling but I couldn't.

I thought about turning around and saying fuck this. I would lay down in bed and cry myself to sleep again.

Until I saw Joan look at me and motion me forward. They were about to board the plane.

I sighed. There was no way in hell I could tell her that I was thinking about forgetting it. I had to just suck it up and do this.

I started walking towards them. The heaviness of my breathing grew as I got closer to Dakota. She never even looked at me, that hurt even more.

When I finally reached them, Joan and Cherie stared at me. I must have looked worse than I thought.

"Jesus you look like shit" Joan didn't hesitate to say.

"Well thanks" I mumbled and pulled my hood farther on my head.

She laughed a little and motioned Dakota to come forward. It felt like my heart stopped a bit.

"We have to go now" she said as she grabbed her bags and walked towards to entrance towards to plane. "So let's go"

She walked in with Cherie and disappeared into the hall.

It was just me and Dakota standing there now. I looked at her through my dark glasses. Her eyes were dull and not the bright blue they use to be. She looked like she had been crying for hours.

I took off my glasses to look at her but when I took them off and was about to say something she looked away and started walking towards to door to the plane.

Her shoulders were slumped and she walked slowly away. I put my glasses back and followed her to the airport.

I was tempted to grab her and kiss her, but I stopped myself. I just walked behind her at a safe distance...hearing her sobbing quietly. Soon enough I started to feel myself cry as I walked on to the plane. I felt my heart break into small pieces with every step I took…

After the 6 hour silent non stop flight to New York, I was more depressed then before. We walked out of the plane in silence, and it was the same as it was on the plane...silence. The tension between me and Dakota was heavier than before.

She didn't even bother looking at me. I couldn't really understand why she was so upset that she had to break us up.

We walked out to the limo. I watched her the whole way. I wanted to kiss her and make every thing better between us..but I chose not to. Instead I sat across from her in the limo and kept my mouth shut.

We had been driving an hour or so and she did nothing but look out to the busy New York City streets. Cherie was leaning her head on Joan's shoulder while she was writing music.

I sat there and looked at them, wishing that was me and Dakota right now.

My phone vibrating and falling onto the limo floor took me out of my day dream. I saw Dakota look at me for the first time since back in California. It was Rob. I forgot I had left him randomly after Dakota kicked me out of her room.

"I hope your okay, Dakota texted me this morning that you were safe. Give me a call when you get to NY so we can talk. Love you"

I closed my phone and shoved it deep inside my pocket. I wanted nothing to do with him right now. I looked over at Dakota who was completely overwhelmed with sadness. I could feel it radiating off of her.

I looked back at Joan and Cherie, now they were both sleeping.

I turned my head over to Dakota again. I decided I needed to talk to her. This silence was killing me.

I got up out of the seat and sat down next to her. I felt her move away from me a little, hoping I wouldn't notice.

I sighed and looked at her.

"Dakota.." I said, my voice choking a bit.

She didn't say a word...silence.

"Listen, I know your hurt for me inviting Rob over and for doing what I was doing on the couch with him." I cleared my throat.

"But I didn't mean to hurt you...that wasn't the intention."

I started to feel the tears overtake me. I swallowed hard.

"I don't want to lose you"

She looked at me and finally spoke to me tears running down her cheeks, but it wasn't what I expected her to say…

"Something happened between Rob and me…"