AN: Hey y'all! Thank you for the reviews! I'm sorry if I take long to update sometimes. Sometimes the inspiration just flows and sometimes, it takes a little while to get it all back. So if I take a little longer, don't worry! I will never give up on this story. And for people wondering how long it's going to be…I'm still not sure yet…but there is at least ONE more twist coming…one that y'all might kill me for…but it will all be okay. I promise! Anyway, here's chapter 11!

Chapter 11

Charlotte's POV:

When I rush out of Addison's house, I can barely breathe. I can barely think. I can barely do much of anything. I fumble for the keys in my purse and head over to my car with unsteady feet. I step into the car and slam the door. All I could do is stare forward for a moment.

It was over. Addison and I weren't together anymore. I feel tears about to trickle out of my eyes so I close them. I never expected to love Addison this much and now that I lost her, I feel...empty...desolate...bereft. This was the exact way I felt about Cooper...but this was worse. So much worse. Cooper...I think to myself and shake my head. I want to blame this all on him, but could I really? I should've been more forceful with him and told him to get out of my office while I had the chance.

I never took my relationship with Addison for granted...but now that we're over...I can't even begin to fathom it. I don't want to believe that we're broken up. Maybe we really aren't. I continue to sit there and I sigh. "Who am I kiddin'?" I ask myself and bite my bottom lip. Addison really let me have it. Many people have argued with me in the past, but she was one of the few that actually hurt me with what she said to me. She couldn't have meant half of it... I tap the steering wheel rhythmically and open my eyes slowly. People say things that they don't mean when they're mad...but at the same time, the truth comes out more than anything. I couldn't tell which one it was, but I really didn't have the strength to decipher it anymore.

I needed to get away. I couldn't sit in this driveway anymore. I didn't even know where I could go. I had my house, but I rarely went there over for the past few months. I only paid the mortgage and the bills to keep the electricity running but that was about it. I had no pets to take care of, and I always stayed at Addison's place, so my house was almost always vacant.

I look over at the house next to Addison's: Amelia's house. I contemplate going over there and staying the night but Addison would expect me to go over there the most. I needed to go somewhere she wouldn't expect me to go. I sigh. I had no idea where that place would be. Just because I couldn't go over my best friend's place didn't mean I wouldn't tell her about what happened. I grab my cell phone and text her. "I don't know if you heard anythin' of what happened 'bout a minute ago but...Addison and I are over...and if she comes over lookin' for me, just tell her you don't know where I am..." I send that, realizing how depressing and dark it sounds but I could care less at that moment.

I set down my phone before starting up the car and pulling out of the driveway. I would just go home. It was the only place I truly belonged anyway. I wouldn't go to Amelia's and I just couldn't stay with Addison.

I drive through town toward my house and I hear my cell phone beep. I look down slightly to see that it's Amelia. She sent a few text messages in a row, but I couldn't check them until I got home. I didn't want to end up wrapped around a telephone pole somewhere. That wouldn't be good at all.

About ten minutes later, I am walking into my house. I turn on the lights. I close the door and I lean against it. I look around slowly. Everything looked the same, just like how I left it a few months ago when I started staying over Addison's every night. I let myself slide down the floor and I stare up at the ceiling.

I was lost. I had no idea what to do. I couldn't think about anything or anyone except Addison, about what she said to me in her rage, and about what I would do now. I am lost in my jumble of thoughts when my cell phone beeps again. I look down to read the bunch of texts Amelia sent me.

"What?! What do you mean you and Addison are over?"
"...Charlotte, call me, or something! I just got home now. I was out. You can come over even."
"Are you really going to ignore me? Ugh. Come on! Can you at least tell me where you are? Are you at home?"
"CHARLOTTE! ANSWER ME!"

I sigh when reading all of them and finally compose a reply.

"I'm sorry, Amelia, I was drivin'...but yeah, we're done. We had a huge fight...'cause I told you what happened earlier, and she said so many mean things to me...we're just done. It's okay though. I'm fine! I'm at my house for now...but I want to be alone. But really...don't tell her where I am...I'll see you at work tomorrow!" I send the long text to Amelia and set down my phone.

I stare forward and feel the tears coming. "No...it's not okay...I'm not fine..." I say to myself in regards to my text to Amelia and begin to cry softly. "I'm so not okay!" I bury my face in my hands and sob loudly.

At least no one was there in my house to see me crying uncontrollably. As long as no one would see me like this, I would be fine.

My cell phone beeps again. I try to calm myself down but I am still crying madly. I look down with blurred eyes at the screen. ":( I want to hear the whole story tomorrow. I'm sorry, Char! *huge hugs*" I read Amelia's text and that makes me cry a little harder.

I NEVER cried this hard over Cooper...ever! As surprising as that sounds, it was true. I fell for Addison so much quicker than how I fell for Cooper.

I ball my hands into fists and scream out. "AGH!" I grab a shoe that was sitting next to me and I toss it dramatically across the room. It collides with a picture frame and it crashes to the floor with a big smash. "Great!" I yell out, like someone could actually hear me and like they would say something about it.

I push myself up from the floor and I sulk across the room slowly. I bend down to pick up the frame with an annoyed groan. Only a few shards broke off from the frame, but it was still ruined. My heart breaks when I see what picture it is.

It was the picture from me and Addison's "official" first date. I remember Amelia running out with her camera saying that she needed to take a picture so we could remember it and could look back on it when we were an old married couple. I hate when people take pictures of me but I made the exception. Amelia's a funny one. I think to myself.

Addison wore the most amazing blue dress. She looked absolutely gorgeous. I looked lame compared to her. I chose a white colored dress and wore my hair in an up do. I swore that I looked terrible in that picture but Addison told me that I looked breathtaking. I believed her too, and by just hearing that comment, I even got the picture framed. I wasn't one to take pictures with people but this was my favorite one of Addison and I. I run my finger over the broken glass, over Addison's face and a few tears fall upon it. I sniffle lightly before putting the frame back where it was just a few minutes earlier.

I get the dust pan out of the closet to get the glass up from the floor and I dump it into the trash can. I put it back before leaning against the counter. I look around my lonely and silent abode and I just sigh. I never felt so alone in my entire life. This was sad. A person can go their whole life without needing any company. They could be totally fine by just being alone all of the time. Then, you meet a person that changes your world...hell, they even change you. And then, the worst happens, and you lose them...and you feel so incredibly lost afterwards…so incredibly empty. That was how I felt at that moment.

I run my hands under the cold water of the sink and I splash some of it upon my face. I needed to make sure I was still alive, because I really didn't feel like I was alive anymore.

I could barely deal with my own thoughts at that point. I needed to talk. I knew that I couldn't talk to myself, because that wouldn't help anything. It would just make it worse. Addison was out of the question, and so was Amelia. Sure, I could tell her to stop by at my house, but I wouldn't want to cause her any trouble. And who else could I really talk to? I truly didn't know.

I go lay down on the couch and I stare up at the ceiling. I think about all of the things that Addison and I have done over the past six months. Specifically, I think about of all of the things she has said to me. It was weird though. I had a weird memory. I could remember things that happened from a long time ago and at the same time I could forget what the day of the week was most of the time. The main thing I was thinking about was when Addison told me that she loved me. I could remember exactly what she told me by heart because it touched me so deeply to hear that from her. I close my eyes softly as I hear her soft, angelic voice speaking in my mind.

"Charlotte...Charlotte, look at me...I want you to listen to me right now, okay? I know we've been together for a day now but believe me when I say this...I'm one of the good guys...well, good girls. I know you've been hurt in the past. I get it. It happened to me too. It's agonizing, paralyzing, and it just hurts. I don't know how long we'll be together, or how serious we'll get, but I promise you that I will never hurt you...ever. I wouldn't even think about it because I...I care about you, and I can't hurt someone that I care about. I want you to believe that...I need you to believe it. I don't make promises that I can't keep and I wouldn't ever break a promise like this. You don't have to be afraid with me. You don't have to be afraid that I'm going to get up and leave you like nothing happened. I can't. I can't walk out on someone that...that means the world to me. I won't ever hurt you, Charlotte...and that's a promise. So, don't be scared to lean on me or rely on me...or even fall in love with me...because I'll be here for you...there's no doubt about that. I'll be the best partner...girlfriend you've ever had...and if I can't be your best, I'm going to try my hardest anyway...because you're worth fighting for, Charlotte."

As I watched her saying that to me on that romantic night, I knew that I was in love with her. Our relationship was still so fresh and new to us but deep down inside, I knew that I loved her. I wouldn't say it was love at first sight...but it was definitely different from anything I have ever experienced before. So...before she had the chance to say it first, I told her that I loved her...and she returned the feelings.

I keep thinking about this night as I open up my eyes slowly, as silent tears cascade down my face. Certain lines of the speech ring out in my mind and fight the tears. "You broke your damn promise, Addison...you broke it!" I scream out at the top of my lungs, as if she could hear me from this far away. "Goddamn it, I hate you!" I yell out even louder as I begin to sob again.

I didn't though. I didn't hate her. I loved her more than anyone in the entire universe. I wished for one of two things at that moment; a wish that I could stop loving her, so that this pain could go away, or the second option would be to go back in time, and make sure Cooper didn't make a move on me.

I knew that couldn't happen though. None of those options really would work out. Besides, even if they could, I would never want to stop loving Addison. As much as it hurt at that moment, I couldn't even imagine myself not loving her. I wanted Addison...I needed Addison...and I loved Addison…more than anyone. This was a fact that I couldn't change, even if my life depended on it. I can lie to myself and act like I don't care…that I don't love her anymore, but it would all be a horrible lie. Frankly, I hate lying. It never helps anything.

I grab a pillow on the couch and shove my face into it as I let out a frustrated scream. Now I was really losing it. I was thinking about all of our great memories together and it just broke my heart into a million pieces. At this moment, I think of our first date. We waited a month or so after we got together to actually go on a date. I was nervous, because I didn't want to go public, or have anyone catch us, but I did it anyway. Our first date night wasn't perfect in the least...or it at least wouldn't seem that way to others.

We headed to a restaurant in Los Angeles called Il Grano around seven. Addison picked this amazing blue dress to wear that matched her eye color perfectly, where as I opted for a chic white dress. The atmosphere around the restaurant was wonderful. It was quiet and peaceful; those were the two main things I enjoyed in a restaurant. The food was superb. Overall, the whole night was a great experience...up until one moment...and I remember it perfectly.

We had just finished eating our meal and I was stuffed. We weren't even going to stay for dessert, because we had too much to eat. I lean back in my chair and smile lovingly at Addison.

"So...what do you think of all of this?" Addison asks me curiously. "I hope it isn't too much..." She bites her bottom lip nervously.

I look around the restaurant. "Yeah...it's a bit too much..." I watch a shocked expression appear on her face. I grin. "Hey, hey...I'm kiddin'..."

"Charlotte...don't joke about those kinds of things..." She looks at me sternly.

"Addison...you should know that my jokes suck by now...and that they aren't funny in the very least...I'm an overly sarcastic person." I explain to her, still with a grin upon my face.

"...Is it really too much, Charlotte? Because if it is, we don't have to come here again..." Addison replies back apphrehensively.

"Darlin'...please...calm down..." The grin disappears and I smile happily at her now. "I love it...and I mean that...I love it here...and the food was amazin'..." I put my hands on my stomach. "I may have gained about ten pounds but I think it's worth it!"

She finally laughs now and smiles back at me. "You really mean that?" She asks before I nod in agreement. She sighs. "Good...I'm so glad...because I didn't think you would like...this...kind of stuff..."

I simply continue to smile. "Addison...I love it...trust me...if I didn't...I would have left by now..." I probably wouldn't have walked out, even if it was a terrible date, but I truly was having an amazing time and I loved that Addison planned this special night for me...for us.

A waiter walks over to refill our glasses with more red wine. Pinot Noir, to be exact...my favorite. We thank him before he walks away. I am about to take a sip of it, because wine was one of my weaknesses, well, alchohol was, specifically, before Addison's voice stops me.

"Hey...not so fast..." My red haired beauty tells me. "Don't you think we should have a toast...?"

I raise an eyebrow before grinning and set my cup back down. I wasn't the kind of person that proposes toasts but I knew Addison was. "Sure...what should we toast to?" I ask her curiously.

"Well...let's have a toast to us. A toast that we will both be safe and healthy...and that we don't go insane with our jobs..." She laughs and I can't help but laugh along with her. "But mostly...to us..." Addison reaches her hand across the table to squeeze mine. "Here's hoping that we will have...many, many happy months to come...and that we don't end up killing each other, because God knows that could happen..."

I grin widely. It was true. "Yeah...let's hope..." I reply before smiling at her warmly. "To us!" I am about to reach for the cup when Addison pulls back her hand to grab her own glass when her hand bumps my glass of wine. Naturally, I wasn't paying attention or I maybe could have stopped it. The wine rushes across the table and down onto my new, expensive white dress.

I look down at my dress slowly, as it's one of those moments where it takes a few seconds to sink in. I notice the giant red stain and the wine that's soaking my dress and my jaw drops. I couldn't say anything.

"Oh my God...oh my God...Charlotte...I'm so sorry..." I hear Addison's frantic voice and I don't look up at her.

I close my eyes. Don't Charlotte...it's just a dress...don't freak out... I try to tell myself because I had my jaw clenched tight. A dress that was four hundred dollars. I look up at her slowly. "This dress is so expensive...it was four hundred dollars..." I realize how cold I sound when I say that. I see waiters rushing over to help clean up the table and they even start dabbing my dress. "No, no...stop...stop it! My dress is ruined...there's no fixin' it!" Half of the restaurant is staring at me at this point so I stand up. I was making a scene and disrupting others so I had to leave. I watch Addison with her shocked expression, almost as if she would burst out crying, before I turn on my heel and head out of the restaurant.

I am storming off but I can still hear Addison. "The money's already there...and a tip..." She tells the waiters as I run out the exit and over to the car.

I lean against it and sigh. "Damn it..." I realize how much a real Wicked Witch I must have looked like in there and I look down at the pavement ashamedly.

I knew that I shouldn't have acted like that. Addison and I both knew that money wasn't an issue for me. I have two jobs and my family was pretty wealthy to begin with. I was all set. I could buy forty of the same type of dress and I would still have a great amount of money left. I made a scene and I shouldn't have.

I want to let out a scream...or maybe even a few tears, when I feel something building up inside of me; laughter. Uproarious laughter that was uncontrollable and I didn't have a clue why!

I place my hand on the hood before beginning to laugh uncontrollably. I think of how shocked I acted...over a damn dress...and how long it took me to realize it spilled all over and somehow, I find that completely hilarious.

"Charlotte!" I hear a click click click of heels behind me and Addison's voice but I am too busy laughing my ass off to do anything about it. "Charlotte...? Are you okay? I'm sorry!" She must've mistaken my laughing for crying so this makes me laugh harder. "Okay...you're laughing...?" She continues to walk over and stands next to me after a moment. "Charlotte...what's so funny...?"

I am still laughing when I look at her. "Everythin'! Everythin' is so damn funny!" I cover my face before laughing harder.

"I don't think I know what you mean, Charlotte..." Addison looks at me with a puzzled face.

"This whole night...was amazin'! The best night ever...and then, you dumped the wine on my dress..." I am trying to explain through the laughter and she begins to frown again. "Wait...just wait..." I tell her as she just looks at me now. "I freaked out over my dress..." I look down at it and I see the stain. I am beginning to calm down now and soon, I'm not laughing. "It was just a dress...it's not the end of the world..." I continue to look down before I look up at Addison. "Addison...this was the best night...best first date ever...I promise." I reach my hand over to caress her cheek.

"But, your dress...I ruined your dress..." Addison says in a soft voice.

I shake my head. "Baby…it's okay…" I smile at her blissfully. "It was just a dress. It may have been new and it might have cost four hundred dollars but…I can get another one tomorrow if I really wanted to…" We both knew it was true. "This was an amazin' night, and I'll never forget it."

Addison smiles at me now. "Really? You mean it?"

I nod in agreement. "Yes…I mean it." I cup her face with both of my hands as I kiss her deeply. I pull back after a while and look at her. "Now…why don't you say you take me home and you can help me get out of this dress?" I wink at her. She obviously agrees. We end up going home and having an amazing night there as well.

After a while, I stop daydreaming and sit up on the couch. I couldn't sit there any longer. If I did, my thoughts were going to eat me alive. As much as I didn't want to do this and as much as the thought of it made me nervous, I was going to do it. I was going to pay someone a visit. I needed some advice. I needed some guidance. But more than anything, I just needed someone to talk to, because just talking to my walls wasn't going to do much of anything. It would just make me even more confused.

I change out of my clothes and change into different ones, before I leave my apartment in haste. I take the fifteen minute drive to my destination and before I know it, I am knocking on her door. I look down nervously until the door opens. I never thought I would be saying this, but I was going to the one person's house that annoyed the crap out of me, the one that loved to pick on me, and the one that made me crazy...and not in a good way. My arch nemesis; Violet Turner.

AN: Okay! That's the end of this chapter! Next chapter is going to be in Violet's POV…just to get a different perspective in, and I'm going to get an Amelia POV in here as well…just letting you guys know! Give me a review, and let me know what you thought! : )