A/N I just realized that I haven't done an Emily POV for several chapter lol I feel bad :( I also couldn't wait to upload another chapter seeing as I have been a writing machine lately. I guess I'm just hyped to finish this off and start fresh? But don't worry, I'm trying to make the end good :)

Emily's POV

I could hear people arguing downstairs but it was all in German so I didn't know what it was about. It sounded like Simone and Tom but I couldn't be sure so I peeked out of the spare room I was hiding in. Damn panty-stealing Tom! At first, I didn't see anyone but I could hear faint sobbing coming from Bill's room. Why on earth would he be crying? Quickly walking over to his room, I opened the door slightly and saw Breanna curled up in a pillow. I rushed over and sat next to her.

"Bill?" She whimpered and turned to face me. When she saw it wasn't him, she threw her arms around me and cried into my neck.

"Shh, sweetie what's wrong? Tell me what's going on. Come on, deep breaths." I instructed and pealed her away from me, brushing the hair out of her face and wiping the tears. She took a few ragged breaths before coughing and swallowing hard.

"Si-Simone caught u-us."

"Caught who? What happened?" By now I was panicking a little. There were people fighting downstairs, Bree was balling her eyes out in Bill's room, she asked for him when I first came in and now she's saying 'Simone caught us?' Had something happened between Bree and Bill? "Shut up and tell me!" I yelled at her and it seemed to shock her into life.

"Um, Simone caught us ma-making out and then we went downstairs and now they're all arguing because of me!"

"Who? Who is us?" My head raced with images of Bill and her together and I felt sick.

"Tom and me."

"Oh… oh god. I thought you meant Bill!" Her face twisted in disgust and horror at my words.

"I would never do anything with Bill." I could tell she was sincere and I snapped out of the little trance I had of my boyfriend and best friend together. "Simone… she's never gonna trust me ever again." The water dripped from her eyes again and I hugged her close, trying to calm her down. It must have been about 15 minutes later that the screaming downstairs ceased and a door slammed, making Bree jump out of my hold. She ran out of the room and into the spare room. I quickly followed her and found her peering out of the window that faced the front of the house. I looked over her shoulder and saw Tom walking into the garage. Soon, a car reversed out and sped out of the driveway and down the street.

"Oh shit," Bree muttered, turning away from the window and rubbed her forehead. "Shit, shit… fuck! Why? I've fucked up again, Em!"

"You haven't. I'm sure it'll be alright. Tom probably just needs to calm down or something, yeah?" She forced a nod but I could see that she was terrified of something happening to him.

"Bree? Bree where are you?" I could hear Bill's voice calling throughout the top floor and I shouted out to him. When he came in I was a little taken aback; he had this strained and frustrated look on his face.

"What happened? Where did Tom go?" The worried brunette showered Bill with questions and he held onto her shoulders.

"It got pretty nasty. Tom… said some things he shouldn't have and he really upset mama. I-I don't really know where he would have gone but he needs to cool off, we all do."

"No… I need to find him." Breanna's voice was so quiet I almost didn't hear her.

"Trust me Bree, he needs to be alone."

"I, I think," She paused and grimaced as if she was thinking of something painful. "I just need to talk to him Bill. Please help me find him." Bill and I could tell there was another reason. You could just hear it in her voice. As soon as Bill agreed to help her, she ran around the room grabbing her phone and shoes.

"Can you stay here with mama and Gordon?" I nodded at Bill's request. "And… don't ask her about it, ok? Just sit with her?"

"Ok. Where is she?"

"Kitchen." The three of us went downstairs and Bree and Bill left me with Simone and Gordon. I found them sitting at the dining table and I took the seat next to her. She attempted to take a deep breath but it was cut short by her sobbing. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tried my best to comfort her while giving Gordon a sad smile.

Bill's POV

Breanna and I sat in silence as we surveyed the town for my twin. I pushed my foot down a little harder as we passed yet another Tom-free street. Bree was actually rather calm, I was surprised. I kind of expected her to be frantically searching but she just looked out the car window with a deadpan stare. Something is definitely up. I racked my brain for ideas on where he could have been but I could only think of the park, and we had been there.

"Stop." Bree's voice was exactly like her expression; emotionless, apathetic and cold. Maybe she's angry at him? I thought hopefully as I pulled into a parking space. "He's in that ice cream shop back there." I looked around at the area we were in and was a little confused. We had driven past that ice cream place about three times before; hadn't she seen him? "Can you stay here?" She said it as more of a rhetorical question and closed the passenger door before I could even reply.

"Gott. What is going on around here?" I asked no one and thumped the steering wheel.

Bree's POV

I stood near the door of the shop for a minute before finally working up the nerve to go and sit down in the same booth as him. He didn't flinch as I slid in opposite him and I noted that he hadn't touched the ice cream in front of him. I wanted to say something to him but I just couldn't come up with anything decent, so I just sat there in silence. I only broke it when a waiter came past and asked if I wanted anything; well I hope that's what they asked because I just said "Nein."

"Bill's waiting in the car isn't he?" I snapped my eyes away from the window as he spoke and stared at him slightly stunned.

"Um, yeah." He gave a nod but didn't lift his head to meet my gaze. I fiddled around with a napkin as I thought of a way to say what I wanted to. "Uh, I was thinking that maybe I should… go back to the city for a while. Give you guys some space." I really, truly didn't want to but it just seemed like the best thing right now. Tom didn't utter a single word. It was almost as if I hadn't said anything at all to him. I felt tears well up in my already red eyes and I stood up, walking out. When I pushed the door open, the rush of cool night air stung my eyes and I blinked furiously and kept my head down. Once I got back to the car and a very impatient looking Bill, I asked him to drive back to their house.

"He didn't say anything bad, did he?" I shook my head and turned away from him, signaling that I didn't want to continue the conversation. As soon as the car stopped I got out and ran into the house and straight upstairs. I hauled my cleaned suitcase out from under the bed and started to throw my clothes inside, letting a few tears flow. I took out my cellphone and called for a cab. Bill appeared in the doorway a few minutes later with a confused face.

"What are you doing?" I sniffed and shrugged as if to say it was nothing.

"Just, um going back to Berlin for a while."

"Why? What did he say to you?" I angrily threw a jacket into my suitcase and turned to Bill.

"Nothing. That's the problem. I told him I was going and- and he didn't say anything. He didn't even flinch!"

"Oh." Bill seemed to shrink a little and my rage grew as he appeared to me more like his twin in every way. Suddenly, little things I hadn't noticed before turned into the main feature and it was as if he was fading into an exact replica of Tom. Great, now my mind is playing tricks on me!

"I don't know if I can do this anymore." My mouth seemed to have taken its own reins and now I couldn't control it. Bill gave me a sad look and I groaned, frustrated at the situation. "Everything is getting to me Bill. I'm starting to think that maybe I can't deal with this… maybe I'm just not strong enough to handle these things. And to make it worse, I'm wrecking your family." He walked closer and pulled me into a hug.

"You are not wrecking the family, you're making it stronger. Mama and Tom have kinda sorted a few things out now. And you know, I think you can do it. You are a very strong person and this is overwhelming but you're actually doing better than you think. You have managed to hold it together so far, so why not a bit longer?" The last bit confused me and I stared up at him. "Emily told me about you… being too young. I figured that is what this is about?"

"Um, partly. I think everything is just getting to me though. I mean, tonight reminded me of my parents and I think that just pushed everything overboard. When Simone said that she was disappointed in me it was just like when my mom said it and that just… I think I kinda lost everything then." I sighed deeply and Bill rubbed my back soothingly.

"I'm sure she doesn't mean it like that. She was probably just… I don't know but I know that she would never say that if she knew what it reminded you of." I nodded into his chest and sniffled, making a gross sound and pulled out of the hug.

"Ugh yuck! You know, I don't think there has been a day that I haven't cried?" I chuckled and Bill smiled sadly at me. I looked over Bill's shoulder to see Simone in the doorway with Em and Gordon standing behind her. "Simone, and Gordon, I really can't tell you how sorry I am that I let that happen. I promise that it won't happen again." I walked a little closer to her and she gave a nod.

"I have to apologize too. I should never have made you feel like you were responsible for Tom. I put pressure on you and I'm really sorry; I know that that is the last thing you need at the moment. Can we call it a truce?" A smile spread across my face as I nodded furiously.

"Yes. And I won't let anything like that happen again, I promise." That seemed to be the only thing I could say.

"No, there you go again. It's not all up to you; Tom needs to take some responsibility too."

"Ok, yeah. That would be nice." I chuckled nervously until Simone engulfed me in a tight hug.

"Oh liebe. You are such a good kid and a good example for my boys."

"Aw well, thank you. But no pressure!" We both chuckled and I saw Emily breathe a sigh of relief. Everyone heard the front door open and we all gave each other a look; Tom was home. Unless the dogs had managed to open the door on their own, which I seriously doubted. Everyone's eyes seemed to settle on me to make a decision of some sort. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a little scared right now. "Um, well… I have to finish packing, so…" I let it trail off as the uninformed eyebrow furrowed.

"What do you mean packing? Where are you going?" Emily stepped forward and cross her arms. She was obviously pissed at being left out of the circle. Well, it wasn't really a circle anyways… only Bill, Tom and I knew. Ugh, I'm getting all sarcastic and snarky! Cool it, Breanna. God now I'm talking to myself too. Am I going insane or something? Maybe I need to see a doct-

"Hello? Answer me!" Emily waved an annoyed hand inches from my face and I was brought back from God knows where.

"Oh I'm uh, I'm going back to Berlin for a while." I paused as jaws hit the floor and I instantly felt bad. "I figured it was for the best. I mean, I'm just stuffing things up here so why not?" I sniffed and lowered my head as Bill squeezed my shoulder.

"Breanna, you are not 'stuffing things up'. Why would you think that?" Gordon questioned and I shrugged.

"Well, it's my fault that Simone and Tom are arguing with each other and… Tom obviously doesn't want me here anymore." Ok so I oversold it a little but that was what it felt like. Simone held onto my hand and looked into my eyes seriously.

"You did nothing wrong. Actually, I think you might have helped us. There were a lot of things that we all needed to say to each other and we finally did. So I actually owe you my thanks." I gave her a half smile but it didn't seem to make me feel any better.

"Tom still doesn't care if I leave or not." The sadness poured out of my voice and I felt like crying again but I held myself together.

"I'm sure he does. He loves you." Emily rubbed my arm as I shook my head.

"He didn't do or say anything when I told him I was leaving; what kind of love is that?" I knew it was an impossible question and Emily just looked away from me.

"Stay here." Bill said in my ear before he took off out of the room. I heard him go downstairs and immediately knew what he was doing. He's gonna bring Tom up here and make him apologize. Well, I wasn't sticking around for it. I turned back to my suitcase and quickly chucked the rest of my clothes inside, much to Emily's displeasure. She tried the whole time to stop me but I just blocked her out and continued. I knew the cab would be here soon and my heart dropped at the thought of leaving and never seeing Tom again. Quickly zipping up my suitcase and grabbing my bag, I forced my way out of the room and down the hallway with Emily, Simone and Gordon following along and begging me not to leave. I made my way down the stairs and jogged towards the front door. Unfortunately I didn't see Tom coming out of the lounge and I ran straight into him, sending both of us to the floor amongst my bags.

"Oh scheisse, sorry." He held his out for me but I ignored it and got up off the floor on my own. I bit my tongue to keep from saying anything; and I mean anything. At this point, all I wanted to do was jump into his arms and pretend like everything was ok. It took all of my willpower not to. Instead I picked up my stuff and walked to the door. I felt the tears return to my eyes but I refused to cry. I opened the door to see the cab there with an impatient looking driver. I took a deep breath and turned around to face the people I was leaving.

"Simone, Gordon thank you for being so accommodating and nice to me. And I'm sorry for causing problems. It really was great to meet you and I'm sorry that I am leaving you with a bad impression but… Emily I'll give you a call later." Emily was crying and I felt so bad that I was hurting her but I knew that Bill would look after her. "Bye." I said and quickly turned away as the pressure in my eyes built and my vision started to blur.

"Bree, wait!" I heard Tom call out but I was determined not to give in. I threw my things into the back of the car and climbed into the backseat. "Breanna I love you!" That was the last thing I heard as the car pulled away from the house and the only man I ever loved. I don't quite know how, but I managed to keep it together and not ball my eyes out right there. I stared out the window as the car drove down the driveway and onto the road. Suddenly a flash went off and momentarily blinded me.

"Shit!" I cursed and hid my face in my hands. Fucking paparazzi! Can't they just piss off? The driver didn't seem to notice and I rolled my eyes as I saw a black car behind us. Great, now I'm being stalked. The following hour was the longest one I had ever experienced and the most frustrating. The driver, whose name was Fredrich, didn't know any English and I still hadn't learnt German so there was no way I could tell him about the car following us. I was so relieved when he finally stopped in front of the hotel. I paid him, jumped out and quickly gathered my suitcase and bag from the trunk. That damn paparazzo was still there, taking pictures of me.

"Breanna, what is going on? Why are you here without Tom? Have you parted?" At least this one speaks English. I thought bitterly and flipped the dirty bastard off before heading inside. Of course, that was going to be everywhere by tomorrow but I couldn't have cared less. Once I got into my room I just collapsed onto the bed and let the tears flow. I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking of how I had screwed up so many things… even my own relationship.

My ringing phone woke me at 8 in the morning. I took one look at the screen and turned it off, throwing it onto the floor. It was Emily. She had called me non-stop ever since I left. I hadn't even bothered to listen to the million voice messages she had left, they would all say the same thing; Bree, please come back. I sighed and rolled over on my back angrily, my mind was racing and I couldn't get back to sleep. I finally gave up all hope of getting any more sleep and dragged myself off the bed and towards the bathroom. My appearance hit me like a train, I looked really bad. Bags under my red, puffy eyes, makeup smudged all over the place and greasy hair. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed myself clean, hoping to shed some of the sadness but it didn't work. I wrapped a towel around myself, not bothering to dry off, and wandered out to deal with my phone and its gazillion messages. Surprise, surprise most of them were from Emily but there were several from Bill as well. Nothing from Tom. I couldn't hide my disappointment but I just brushed it off, calling him just about every name I could think of. After listening to most of the voice messages, and deleting most of them, one caught my attention. It was from Bill.

"Breanna. I know you are probably just going to delete this but I thought you should know anyhow… Tom left. I think he is trying to find you. Please just co-"

I ended it right there, knowing what the last bit was. My heart skipped a beat when I heard that he was coming after me. No matter how angry I was at him, I still loved him and he would still have that effect on me. He probably won't find me anyway. I sighed heavily and stood up, walking over to my suitcase. I had no idea what I was going to do today; stay here and wallow in self-pity or go out and do something, potentially getting mobbed with paparazzi. Neither sounded that appetizing so I just chose the second option. I was going to go out and drink myself stupid. Ok, maybe not stupid but I was definitely going to get drunk. A darker, rebellious side suddenly took over and I found myself wearing black ripped jeans, a graphic tank top that revealed quite a lot of skin, my new black, leather jacket and a pair of 3inch knee-high boots. Yeah, 3inch boots… I was bound to break something today. My makeup was pretty dramatic; I think I had applied more eyeliner than Bill and the foundation was caked on. If I had seen myself walk down the street, the first word that would come to mind would be 'slut' but that was I was going for. I grabbed my phone, wallet, key, sunglasses and a grey beanie. I took one last look in the mirror and sighed. Something just didn't feel right; I shouldn't be dressing like this and getting drunk.

"Ah fuck it!" I exclaimed and jogged out the door, away from my reflection and my doubts. Thankfully, no sneaky pap's noticed me in my amazing disguise. Eventually I found a bar and flashed the bouncer a smile. Apparently that was all it took, no ID or anything. Backwards countries! Not that I was complaining, I really wanted to just get plastered and forget about things for a few hours. I approached the bar and gaped at the selection of alcohol.

"Guten Morgen Schatz, was kann ich für Sie?" The rather attractive bartender asked and I stuttered for a bit.

"Um, do you know English?" He gave me a strange look before shaking his head. I pulled out my phone and selected Google Translator. I quickly typed in 'What do you recommend?' The tall man nodded in understanding and poured me a glass of, what looked like, beer.

"Danke." I smiled and he returned it. Wow, he certainly is attractive. I took a sip of the drink and nearly spit it everywhere, much to his amusement. It didn't taste exactly phenomenal but I was willing to try anything. I picked up my phone and typed in 'Will this get me drunk?' His smile grew and he nodded. Before I could do anything he took my phone from me and started to type something. I took another sip of the chalk-tasting drink while I waited. He handed my cell back to me and I read the screen. 'You aren't from around here are you?'

"Nein," I chuckled. "America."

"Ahh." He bopped his head and smirked. I gave him a confused look and he used the translator on my phone again. 'You can't hold you're alcohol.' I burst into laughter and blushed. We managed to carry a conversation using my phone for nearly 2 hours. Lukas, the bartender, told me that his shift was about to end. He kindly offered to accompany me back to my hotel but I refused the offer, citing that I wasn't drunk enough just yet. He laughed at me and shook his head. I took my cell back from him and read the blurry screen. 'You are plenty drunk. Please let me take you back to your hotel.' I blinked furiously at the screen as it started to swirl around and change color.

"Ok." I realized that I really was drunk and excused myself to the bathroom while he got ready. Man, do I look like crap. The girl that stared back at me in the mirror just didn't look like me. Maybe it was the alcohol? I just shrugged to myself and exited the bathroom, searching for Lukas. I found him leaning on the bar and wobbly approached him, smiling madly. He held his arm out to me, flashing a grin. I looped my arm in his and we left the bar. I told him which hotel I was staying at he nodded, obviously knowing where it was. Thank God for that, I can't even remember my last name! We got into his car and I found that I couldn't even see straight enough to put my seatbelt on, so he leaned over and did that for me. A song came on the radio and I started to sing along, getting just about every word wrong. Lukas laughed at me the whole time and managed to make it to the hotel without crashing the car. He pulled into a parking space and seemed to study me for a while before rolling his eyes. He motioned to the hotel and then back to me. I think he was trying to tell me that we were here. I raised my eyebrows for some reason and held my key in front of my face, going cross-eyed.

"Oh Gott." He sighed and slightly shook his head from side to side before getting out of the car. He opened the passenger's door, unbuckled me and helped me out. I leaned against the car as the world spun and I was unsteady on my feet. Lukas wrapped an arm around my waist and draped my arm around his neck, helping me to my hotel room. When we got there I couldn't even get my key out of my back pocket. Poor Lukas awkwardly shoved his hand into my back pocket as I giggled like a little girl at him touching my butt. Once he opened the door, I attempted to walk on my own using my hands to steady myself. I could hear Lukas stifling giggles behind me and I turned around to glare at him but lost my balance and the floor came up and wacked me in the face.

"Holy fucker. Stupid floor… Lukas! Help me up," I rolled onto my back and held my hands up towards him. He took them and pulled me up onto my feet. "Ooh bad idea!" My head wobbled and my eyes crossed at the sudden change of angles.

"Ach, Sie sind betrunkener als ich dachte." I gaped at him in drunken awe as he spoke.

"Whoa! You can speak French! You gotta teach me…" He blinked at me a few times before reaching into my front pants pocket for my phone, not that I was thinking that. "Oh you don't waste no time, do ya?" I smiled deviously and wiggled my eyebrows at him. Lukas just rolled his eyes and sat me down on the couch. I sat there humming a tune to myself while he translated something. 'Is there anyone else here with you?' I pouted in thought for a moment as I tried to clear away some of the fogginess in my brain.

"Nope!" I popped the P and shook my head, hair flying everywhere. 'Are you safe enough to be left alone?' was the next question and I shook my head again and grabbed onto his arm. "Please don't leave me." He gave me the phone and I suddenly remembered that he didn't speak English. It took me a while to type in my drunken state and I got several words wrong but thankfully it corrected them. Once he saw the message he sighed and put his hands on his hips. He typed in 'Wait a minute' before pulling out his own phone and calling someone. I kept quiet the whole time and just watched him talk. Wow, he really is good-looking. I knew that he was 23 but he didn't look a day over 18. He had a rather muscly physique and a light tan. His dark brown, spiked up hair went well with his grey/blue eyes. Overall, I would have definitely been flirting if I still had some control over my actions. I suddenly got a thought and carefully made my way over to my duffle bag, retrieving my laptop. I turned it on and managed to plug it in as Lukas hung up on whoever he was talking to. I set my laptop up on the end of the double bed, lay on my stomach and patted the spot next to me. He came over and lay down next to me and we, somehow, managed to continue talking to each other.

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