A/N: Herro peoples. Another week, another chapter.

Emily POV

Why. What could possibly be more important than our relationship at this point? I rack my brain trying to think of at least one possibility as to why she wouldn't come with me and I have absolutely no explanation. She said she loved me. She said she wanted to be with me. I feel a hunger so deep for the answer, the ocean would be jealous. I have spent months in agony, I deserve better than this. I refuse to let this get me down. I'm going back for her soon enough. Maybe this is good for us. Maybe we both need this time apart to figure out how we feel about this. I just have to make it through the last couple tour dates and I refuse to spend my time on the road moping around anymore. Maya is alive and wants me back. That itself should be a good enough reason for me to be happy. Right?

I finally muster up enough strength to pull myself out of bed and put an end to the gurgling sounds coming from the empty pit that is my stomach. I walk over to the freezer pulling out a microwaveable meal, feeling too lazy to actually cook anything, and pop it in the microwave. I spin around, waiting for my meal to warm up only to come face to face at a very uncomfortably close proximity with the last person I want to talk to right now and get scared shitless.

"HOLY SHIT!" I half yell, putting my hand over my heart to make sure it was indeed still beating.

"Are you ok?" She asks with concerned eyes, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Well besides the fact that I almost just had a heart attack I'm just peachy" I say, turning back around to retrieve my meal from the beeping microwave and make my way to the dining table.

"No, I mean with the whole Maya not coming with you thing?" Samara says, taking the seat across from me.

"Yaa, I'm fine, why wouldn't I be. And no offence Sammy but if I actually did have a problem, do you really think I would talk to you about it?" I rhetorically question, moving my attention back to the source of the steam hitting my face.

"No, I know you wouldn't. Even though after all this time you still chose her over me, I still care about you Em. I just don't want to see you get hurt"

"You don't have to worry about me, I'm not going to get hurt"

"But don't you think it's a little weird. I mean, this is every teenagers dream, no 18 year old in their right mind would turn this offer down... kinda makes me wonder what Maya is hiding in Cali, whether it's something or... someone."

I stop spinning my fork and turn my attention back to Samara at the accusation. "What is that supposed to mean?" I question defensively.

"Oh, I don't know, nothing really. But you can't lie to me and say the thought never crossed your mind, I mean what could be better than going on tour with a rock band."

I sit there silently trying to block out every word that leaves the blonde girls mouth with no success. Every syllable she enunciates pounds against my brain like a 500 ton brick. It is killing me inside to know that a part of what Sam is saying is true. Everyone, especially someone like Maya, would want to tour with a rock band and the thought had crossed my mind but I knew in my heart it couldn't be. She wouldn't, I know she wouldn't replace me so quickly. I fight hard to prevent the tears from spilling down my cheeks but I know I won't be able to hold it much longer. Samara's words are piercing my heart like bullets and I need to get away. I can feel the anger building up deep inside of me like a balloon slowly filling up with air and if Samara doesn't shut up soon, I'm gonna pop.

I feel the bus come to an immediate halt and Ezra emerges from the pilot's door "Alright, we're parked for the next couple of hours. You guys can free roam if you'd like but be back by 11 or we're leaving you." Samara and I both turn our attention to Ezra as he speaks. Midway through his sentence I was out the door so by the time Samara turns back to me, I would already be gone. If I couldn't swim to clear my head, running always seemed to help. I didn't know where I was or where I was going, I just needed to get away.

ExM

Caleb POV

Me and Toby feel the bus stop, knowing we would now be able to walk on a floor that's not moving, we turned off the PS4 and made our way towards the front door. Just as I draw back the curtain separating the TV room from the kitchen where the exit door is, I see Emily fly out the door and take off down the road. "Whoa, I'm guessing Em really needed some fresh air" I say as I watch her retreating figure from the window. At my words, Samara quickly rotates her body towards an empty frozen food tray with frantic eyes and sighs. "Where'd she go" Samara asks. Toby, Ezra and I just point to the open door, flapping destructively against the bus due to the wind. She groans and begins making her way to the door but Toby stops her. "Relax, she's fine, she probably just needs to clear her head" Toby says, releasing her shoulders. "But we were having an important conversation and I kinda wanna finish it" she says trying again to exit the door with no success. " Sam take a hint, if she made her way out the door that quickly, I don't think she really wanted to finish that conversation" I say grabbing Toby's shoulder and guiding him out the door. "We'll follow her to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid but you need to stay here" I say sternly, feeling as if I am scolding a child. She just nods sadly and makes her way deeper into the bus, closing the door behind her. Toby and I, look at each other, shrug our shoulders and begin making our way towards the almost non visible blob that is Emily. This is gonna be a long night.

Emily POV

My heart is beating at an inhumanely possible speed, my throat has lost 100% of its moisture, my calf muscles are throbbing for me to stop but I just keep running. I don't know where I am or how long I've been running for but it has defiantly gotten a lot darker than it was when I left the bus. A while ago, I heard Toby and Caleb calling my name but I have found a way to block out all noises surrounding me. It is just me and my thoughts going to battle over what I think vs. what I know. Head vs heart. And now I'm beginning to think that this war is even harder to win than the one between me and Samara. How can I beat myself? I think I think I think too much. My brain is overloaded with millions of imaginary scenarios, a new image flashing with every step I take.

I snap back into reality when my face comes into contact with the wood chip covered floor. I quickly sit up, feeling around my body for injuries and taking in my surroundings. I am completely submerged in trees, the sun is slowly retreating from the sky but is still high enough to illuminate the forest surrounding me. I hear multiple forms of wild life around me but nothing life threatening. There are no paths or trails for me to follow and the sun is slowly retreating behind the high trees as the cold wind picks up. I hear multiple twigs snap and growling coming from behind me. I slowly turn around to come face to face with the cause of the creepy noise.

"Fuck"

A/N: Haha, cliffhangers are evil, I know but oh well. Please review and I'll probably update faster