I sat at the foot of my bed, whispering along with the blaring radio. I had locked myself in my room again, my head swimming. Ali just told me she's pregnant. Cater had moved out and in with his new boyfriend, they were talking about getting married. Everyone was moving on, while I was living in the past. His image was burning in my eyes, I saw him every second of everyday. The haunting memories were killing me. I had tried to get over him, but the weekly reminders had become my addiction. I was addicted to watching my prince, no matter how much it hurt. I grew used to the pain. I got fired from my job and moved back in with my mom. She was really getting on my nerves, telling me to get out and look for work. I couldn't work, I couldn't sleep or eat. He had consumed my life.

I opened my eyes, staring into the light emitting from my lap top. It glowed through the darkness of my bedroom. The screen showed an email from Carter and his fiance Jacob. It said that they haven't heard from me in a while, maybe wanted to get together. I glared at it. I would reply that I was fine, that we would hang out soon, but I have a full schedule for a while, but I would get back to them. Which I wouldn't.

I heard my mother knocking at my door once again. I walked over and flipped the lock on the door, opening it to reveal my mother standing there with a smile plastered on her aging face.

"Guess who's here?!" She became giddy and wiggled around in the hallway. I raised an eyebrow and gasped when I saw Cater walk up behind her. I had told Carter about Randy, he hated me for a while for not telling him earlier, but recovered quickly and demanded details. That was an interesting night.

"Dwayners!" He yelled and wrapped his arms around he, I hesitantly hugged back. My mother had disappeared.

"Hey Cart...." I looked him over, he had become so healthy after he entered a committed relationship. His blue eyes shone like crystal. "What are you doing here?"

"Well I guess you didn't get my email," He grabbed my hands, "We're getting you out of here and into the city life again!" I smiled at him. Since I could legally go into bars now, I had been to a few, I don't drink and they are always filled with smoke.

"I don't know Cater..."

"OH! I'm sorry! Did you think that was a question?" He ripped me back in to my room and dove into my closet. He came out with an armful of pink sweatshirts.

"Man! You have the weirdest fashion sense! That's it, we're going shopping!

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I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a hooker...

I have skin tight neon green booty shorts with a sparkly sliver belt. My stomach was exposed by a purple tank-top with black tiger strips. I looked over at Carter who was laughing his ass off.

"I'm sorry! I just had to." I looked back at the mirror and had to laugh. It was the first time I had laughed in a while.

I soon found my self in a semi-normal looking outfit. Blue flared jeans with a fitted red muscle shirt (though I have no muscle, don't get too excited...). Carter whistled at me and I spun around in my socks and admired myself, smiling into the mirror. I looked to good to be depressed. Though he was lurking in the back of my brain.

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I sat at the bar, swirling my straw in my Coke. Strippers danced behind me, making me feel of out of place. I was not having fun. The lights were turned down in this club. Only shadows could be seen and Carter was off grinding with some guys, knowing him, he would be in the middle, being a little slut. Tops loved to come to this joint for quickies.

Carter walked up to my side, panting. "You having fun?" He took a sip of my drink.

"Yeah, this just isn't my type of place, you know?"

He snapped, "Of course not! I know just what you need!" He grabbed a $5 bill out of his pocket and slammed it on the counter before yanking me out of the club by my wrist.

"Where are you taking me?" I ran to keep up with him.

He stayed silent and ran towards my car. "Get in, I have a surprise for you."

I complied and watched him put the car into reverse. I turned on the radio and rested my hand on the window, it was raining outside. We pulled up to a cute little park that we had been to before. He looked over at me, "I have a surprise for you." His round glitter covered face sparkled from the overhead light, framed in brown hair.

I smiled at him, "What is it?" He took two white envelopes out of the console between the seats. One had the number 1 on it, and the other, a 2.

He put the 1 envelope into my hands, the silence of the moment unnerving me. I quickly ripped the top off to revel 2 tickets to Belfast, Ireland. I looked intently at them, trying to decipher the meaning of a surprise trip to Ireland. He then handed me the second envelope. I was hesitant to open this one. I slowly slipped a finger under the paper seal. I drug it across the surface and withdrew more papers. These were front row tickets to RAW. I almost fainted.

"Carter I can't-"

"I know, but you need to do this. I hate seeing you like this. If you care about him so much that you are willing to let him take your life, then he is worth my vacation time."

I couldn't understand what was happening. My throat had a lump in it, like right after you dry swallow a big pill. My stomach felt like it was going to fall out of my butt. The world spun and I felt sick. I threw the door open the vomited onto the ground, almost falling out of the car. Cater jumped out of his door and ran over to me (avoiding my bodily fluids.)

He helped me to an upright position, "I knew you'd love it! Let's get you home, our plane leave in 18 hours!"