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Dreaming With A Broken Heart

so far away

"I can't wait to see my boys!" exclaimed the short, dark haired girl as she skipped off the plane that had landed at the Pierre Elliot Trudeau International Airport mere minutes ago. "I hope they still recognize me!"

"Jesus Christ, Dash," groaned the blonde boy dragging his feet behind her. The seven hour plane ride had taken a toll on his energy level, unlike his best friend whose energy seemed to spike once the plane from Heathrow touched down. "You've been gone for two months, not two years. I'm sure all your animals will remember you. Sam included."

Dash shot a cheeky grin over her shoulder at her friend and slowed her pace to tuck an arm around his waist. "My poor Candy Kane," she teased. "You don't look like you could stay awake for one more minute."

"It was a seven hour flight, Dash." Tugging his cell phone out of his pocket, the six foot blonde turned it on, quickly checking the time. "And it's four in the morning. Give me a break. I think I'm lucky that I'm able to stay vertical right now."

Dash chuckled to herself as they came to a stop outside of the gate, waiting for the rest of their friends who had been sitting further back on the plane. "Why don't you sit down while we wait for everyone else, Kane? Rest your legs."

The blonde lazily shook his head. "If I sit down now, I'll never get up."

Pulling her phone from her carry-on and turning it on, Dash stifled a grin at her best friend. Kane was always such a drama queen after lack of sleep. Years of late nights and ridiculously early mornings had taught her that.

The moment that the home screen loaded, Dash's phone began to vibrate violently - alerting her of the text messages, voice mails and Twitter notifications that she had missed while overseas. "Jesus Christ," she murmured as the messages continued to poor in. She tucked the phone into the pocket of her sweater as she waited for everything to load.

"It's about fucking time. What took you so long?" Kane snapped as a group of four staggered up to where he and Dash were waiting. "Let's get out of here. I'm fucking tired, man."

"Ignore Kane's attitude," Dash interjected. She smiled at her band mates and tour manager. "Let's get our baggage, guys. I think it's about time we head home."

"Yes!" groaned the red headed girl in the group. "This tour kicked my ass. And I really missed my bed."

"Not your boy, Spence? Just your bed?" teased Dash.

"Just the bed," grinned Spencer, tossing her dark red hair over her shoulder and tugging on Kane's arm. "C'mon big brother, let's get you home."

The airport itself was deserted. It was one of the reasons Dash loved late night and early morning flights - the usually crowded and hard-to-navigate airport in Montréal was always empty - and it was calming after months away from home. As much as Dash loved her lifestyle and the people she traveled with, Montréal was home and there was nothing that made her heart happier than walking through YUL with her luggage, knowing that she was on her way home - even if only for a few weeks.

The five-foot spitfire that was making her way to the baggage claim of the Trudeau Airport was Dash McCafferty - lead vocalist of Canada's newest up and coming band, Hanging on for Hope. The group had spent the last two months as one of the three opening bands for Rise Against as they toured Europe. It was by far the most exposure that the band had experience since their signing to Atlantic two years previous.

Dash still found herself questioning the reality of her situation constantly. She still could not grasp how three years ago, four of their members - herself; their lead guitarist Kane; Hunter, their bassist; and Ezra, who played guitar as well - had been working their way to university degrees and now here they were: four fifths of Hanging on for Hope - a mere pipe dream that had become a reality.

"Dash, you're sure Sam won't mind dropping Kane and I off?" Spencer's voice pulled Dash out of her reverie. The black hair girl shook her head in response.

"Of course not. You guys are on the way." Dash pulled her phone out of her pocket with the intent of texting her boyfriend to check where he would be waiting for them, when the most recent text from her best friend, Carson Foley, caught her eye.

From: Carson Foley
'I just ran into Sam at the shop and he told me everything, I'm so sorry to hear Dash! You know I'm here for you if you need anything. Call me once you're ready to talk. Xoxo'

Dash pulled her eyebrows together, her thin lips falling into a frown. What the hell was Carson going on about? Had something happened while she was gone? Surely if anything had happened in her family, her parents would have told her. Sure her phone had been off for the majority of the trip, but Dash had specifically given them and Sam her tour manager's number in case of an emergency. Garrett hadn't mentioned a thing.

As she scrolled through the mass of text messages she had received while overseas, Dash found that they all had the same message, yet no one specified as to what exactly they were sorry for.

From: Dax McCafferty
'We haven't talked in ages but u know I'm always here for you little sis. Call me if u need me'

From: Kim Martin
'Stay strong my pretty lady. Love you'

From: Jack Foley
'Carson told me what happened. U know Im here for u kid. U know where to come find me if u need me'

From: Chuck Comeau
'Sorry about everything Dash. You know where I am if you need to talk. Pierre says its been too long since you two have written together and he expects to see you soon. Xo stay strong mon petit ange.'

And the list went on.

Dash's heart was slamming into her chest by now. She took notice to how sweaty her palms were as she closed her eyes, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm herself down before her band mates and tour manager took notice. Something had happened. To one of her parents? To Sam? To one of her dogs? Dash bit her lip as it dawned on her. If something serious had happened to her parents or her boyfriend, she would have been immediately informed. But if something had happened to Maxwell or Bean, it was likely that Sam would keep it to himself until she got home, for fear of upsetting her whilst she was on tour.

The was it, she decided. Something had happened to one of her dogs and her boyfriend and family had decided to spare her the details until she returned to the country. Immediately, the worst possible scenarios began running through Dash's mind - Was one of them sick? Or maybe gotten hit by a car? Maxwell was always running out whenever the front door was opened, it was only a matter of time before he rushed out into the streets.

Dash was pulled out of her thoughts as a hand tugged on her elbow. "Hmm?"

Spencer was looking at the older girl, eyebrows raised. "You didn't hear a damn word I just said, did you?" Realizing that her band mate had been talking to her the entire time, Dash grinned sheepishly and shook her head at the drummer.

Letting out a sigh and rolling her eyes, Spencer replied, "I asked you if you had checked your messages yet. Kane just got a voice mail that Carson left last week, going on a rant about how he needs to be there for you because she can't be. What the hell is she talking about? What's going on?"

Dash let out a short breath before shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know, but I did get a shit ton of messages when I turned on my phone. It's got me a little worried." Dash paused to look up at her band mates, who were all staring back at her with concern. "I've ruled out anything too serious, but I'm thinking something happened to Maxie or Bean."

Immediately, her friends nodded. Dash treated those two dogs like they were her children. "That sucks, I'm sorry, Dash." Hunter pulled her in for a quick hug before stepping away from the tiny girl.

"I mean, obviously I don't know for sure, but I think it's a safe assumption." Dash turned her attention to the baggage carousel that had begun to circulate. She needed to get home and figure out everything.

It was then Dash remembered that she had two voice mails that she had yet to check. The drama with the text messages had distracted her.

"Saturday, September 25th at 8:24pm. Bonjour mon chéri, it's Momma. I just got of the phone with Samuel and wanted to let you know that your father will be at the airport to pick you up. And we've got Bean and Maxie at our place, so we thought it might be nice if you stayed the night with us? Your dad will be waiting just outside the luggage claim. Je t'aime. I will see you soon, my angel."

Strange, Dash thought. In the months that she had been coming home after tours, Dash had never gone home to her parents' house. Without fail, Sam would pick her up and the two would head back to the apartment that they shared in the city.

Shaking her head, Dash quickly opened the only other voice mail waiting for her, left by her boyfriend, Sam, about two weeks ago. As she listened to the familiar voice through the speaker, she quickly realized why everyone had been sending her those cryptic messages.

"Thursday, September 9th, 1:54am. Hey, um, Dash. I just... I'm sorry to leave a voice mail like this, but you never seem to answer your phone anymore and I don't think I'll have the nerve to do this the next time I see you. But I can't do this anymore, Dash. I thought that we could make this work and I tried so hard for it to, because it was us, because we were us and we were supposed to be together. If anyone could make long distance work it was us. But it's been two years of this, Dash, and it hasn't gotten any easier. If anything, it gets even harder to say good-bye to you every time that I have to put you on a plane or watch you drive off on that damn bus. It's not fair to either of us. You deserve someone who understands and wants to be a part of this crazy life that you're living, that you worked so hard for. And you know that I would never ask you to give any of that up for me. Never. But I think that, in turn, I deserve someone who'll be there for me - for longer than three weeks at a time. And I think you know that and that you'll understand that.

"And, uh, don't worry about your things. I'll keep everything at the apartment until this leg of tour is over. We can figure out everything then. And don't worry about Max and Bean, you know I'll take care of them until you get home.

"I, um... I think that's all I needed to say... I'm sorry, Dash. I really am. I love you. I'll probably always love you, but at least for right now, that doesn't seem to be enough to make this work. Au revoir Dash. I'll see you when you get back."

"Oh mon Dieu," she gasped as her arm fell to her side, phone still in hand.

Her band mates turned to look at her; Kane suddenly snapped out of his tired state to step forward. "What? What is it? What's wrong? Is it Bean?"

No. No. This wasn't happening. This was not happening. She and Sam had been together since high school. He had said it right in his voice mail: they were Dash and Sam and they were supposed to work. Their relationship was one that was supposed to be able to endure the hardships of long distance. If anyone could do it, it was Dash and Sam.

Dash looked up at Kane, his eyes wide with both concern and worry. She felt the backs of her green eyes burn as she allowed herself to fall into her best friend's arms.

"It's over," she sobbed, no longer caring about keeping up a tough exterior for her band. "That's what all those messages were about. Sam ended it. We've over."

Notes

i wanted you stay
cause i needed
i need to hear you say
that i love you
i have loved you all along
and i forgive you
for being away for far too long

Comments

OH MY GOD THEY WERE SO CLOSE

I love this story!

I aboslutely love this!
daMN I NEED MOoRe
sydnerella sydnerella
7/10/13
I'm so anxious to read more, oh my God :3
Luciferrr Luciferrr
7/9/13