A/N : Wow! So many reviews! I'm glad people are still reading and enjoying this story because I am enjoying writing it. Thanx to; Queen of Tact, purfectchild, L.A., robyn, crashnburn-021, kj, desiree, Jellybeany, star, Michelle, Cookie, BlueCat (and the author of the nice anonymous review), for reviewing the last two chapters. I'd also like to say something to the person who said this story sucked, I'm happy to say that you seem to be in a minority in your opinion. If you don't like the story then don't read it, and please, if you ever write a review like that again, at least have the guts to put a name on it.

Here is the next chapter for those who do want to read ( I think this one should answer Cookie's question)

(Disclaimer - see chapter 1)

The road was uneven, as most of the roads were around a small Kansas town, like Smallville. My tears hindered my vision and the emotions running through me made my whole body shake. I was in no condition to drive, but I knew I must. There were so many reasons why. Lex might go and find Clark and God only knows what he might do. The last thing she wanted was her friend dead and her husband up for murder. Even if Lex wasn't going to kill Clark, there was still this awful thought in the back of my mind about death. I knew it was a possibility, that Lex may want to put a stop to his pain permanently. Even if he didn't plan to do it, his erratic driving could easily have caused an end to his life.

I caught sight of him again, half way out of town. The Mercedes shone as it sped down the road like a silver bullet from an angry gun. My own car should have had no trouble keeping pace but I wasn't in control of myself, never mind the Ferrari. I blinked back more tears, pushed my foot down on the accelerator and forced my shaking hands to turn the wheel as we rounded the next bend, one behind the other.

I had no idea what I was going to say to him, even if I caught up with him. I had already apologised and told him I loved him. There was precious little more I could say or do that could make things better now.

Unfortunately, I was never to find out what I might have said or done. The fates were against me on that one. I don't know if it was meant as some sort of punishment for the pain I had caused, but that's the only explanation I have for it.

One minute I was driving speedily down an empty road, save for Lex's car and mine, the next thing I know my entire world is, literally, turned upside down.

As if in slow motion, I heard the tyres squeal and then the scenery, that had been racing past, began to rotate. The blue sky became the ground and the fields were above my head, before everything suddenly righted itself again. The process repeated once, twice, I don't know how many times, followed by flashes of red and orange and, finally, black.

I knew Chloe had followed me in one of her own cars, but I refused to stop. My mind was still spinning from what she had told me. To be betrayed by your partner in life and your best friend - I promise you it has to be one of the most painful things you can experience. Another is finding out she could be pregnant from that one night they shared together and a third is realising she is physically afraid of you. I didn't realise how close I was to feeling a fourth pain, worse than all these three put together.

I kept track of where Chloe's car was behind me, constantly checking my rear-view mirror. I deliberately swerved a lot and took every available turn, so that I might lose her in the chase, but truthfully, part of me wanted to get caught. The last thing I wanted to do was walk out on Chloe - I loved her. As much as she had hurt me, I didn't want to leave her, but I honestly didn't know what I was doing, I wasn't in control at all.

On my next glance back I lost sight of the red vehicle and it was then I heard the unearthly scream of the tyres against the road. Still, I didn't stop. I had no idea what was going on until I dared to look back one more time, just I time to see Chloe's car fly, end over end, accompanied by a soundtrack of eerie thumps and crashes.

I swung my own car around and slammed the brakes hard. I was out of the Mercedes and screaming her name in a matter of seconds.

Even after all that had happened, yes, I was hurt, but I didn't want this. It was too much. My stomach turned over, in time with my heart as I realised the worst might have happened. Chloe could be dead.

I didn't even try to stop the tears I felt come to my eyes from falling. I ran towards her car as it found its resting place, upside down, in a field next to the road. I never made it as far as the door, not even as far as the field. As I stood by the edge of the road, a few feet away from the wreckage, something must have ignited the fuel tank. A arm of angry, orange flame, lashed out at the sky, making a searing heat and an indescribable sound. Shards of metal and glass shot out of the fire ball and I jumped down onto the ground, before I was forced there by flying debris. After a few seconds, I rose as far as my knees and watched the carcass of the Ferrari burn.

"Chloe!" I screamed her name across the wreckage, my eyes scanning everywhere for some movement, some form of life, anything that would show she was still alive. I found nothing. I wept like a child, for I felt as helpless and as vulnerable as one right then. Without my beloved Chloe, my life was pointless, my existence futile, my very being unnecessary.

A/N : Please keep reviewing and I will post more soon.