Carson wasn't sure how she made it back to their house.... Well technically Jacks house in one piece. She couldn't really call this her house anymore now. It was painfully obvious to her now that maybe it had never been her house. 'Had this past year actually meant nothing to him? No..... That couldn't have been it, it had to have meant something. She thought she had gotten to know Jack pretty well this past year. Maybe she was just being irrational and overthinking everything. Maybe there was a reasonable explaintation.' she thought.

But she honestly didn't want to hear it right now. Maybe a few days away from Jack would do her good. Do their realationship good. But where could she go, she really had no where to go. It's not like she had an apartment of her own. 'Maybe she could go to Cam's. No, that would be one of the first places he would look for her. Or maybe the Umberger's? Nope, he would definitely look for her there. Maybe she could go over to Joel's? But she didn't want to disrupt his life again with her drama' she thought shaking her head.

Racing upstairs she went to the closet and pulled out the large duffle bag from the shelve. Throwing the bag on the unmade bed, she unzipped it and moved around the room grabbing her belongings and shoving them in the bag. 'Maybe she was a bitch. Just like Lorianne had called her over Thanksgiving. Is that what she had become?' she asked herself.

"CARSON?....... CARSON?" She heard Jack holler throughout the house. His heavy footsteps hit the staircase next, when she didn't answer.

She continued to shove her stuff in her bag and went into the bathroom to grab her toiletries. When she walked out of the bathroom, she found Jack leaning against the bedroom door with his arms crossed across his chest.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching as she moved towards the bag.

"I told you I'd be out of here by the time you got here. And well I'll be out of here in a few minutes," she said quietly, willing herself not to cry in front of him. As she felt her eyes fill with tears.

"Carson I didn't say you had to get out and your being ridiculous," he replied with a sigh.

"Am I? Because I really don't think I am. I'm always tell you the truth. I thought we agreed to always be honest with each other," she replied, shaking her head. Walking over to the bed she started shoving her toiletries in the duffle bag.

"I am honest with you Carson. When have I been un-honest with you?" He asked, unfolding his arms and walking into the room. Coming over to stand next to her.

"We'll obviously you haven't been honest with me," she scoffed. "If you have to sneak around with your ex and have secret meetings with her. I mean honestly who knows how long that's been going on and what's been going on."

"Carson," he groaned, throwing his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose. "It wasn't like that. I swear to god it wasn't. I wasn't secretly meeting her or keeping it from you intentionally. I had no clue I was meeting her today. All I know is that I went to the meeting, the meeting I was supposed to go to, and was informed that I was supposed to meet with the winner of the twitter contest. When I found out who it was I tried to just give her the jersey and than leave. But she cornered me and begged me to go have a coffee with her and to catch up. That's all it was Carson. You have to believe me," he finished, looking back at her face.

Carson studied his face for a minute trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. There was nothing except genuine honesty on his face. But she just had this naggling feeling in the back of her mind that was telling her not to trust him.

"I'm sorry John but I can't," Carson replied sadly, shaking her head. She turned her head back to her bag to hide the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Going to zip the zipper on her duffle, his hand reached out to grab her wrist gently.

"Cars," Jack whispered.

"Let Go," she replied, pulling her wrist from his loose grip. Zipping the zipper, she grabbed her duffle. Walking out the bedroom door without looking back at Jack still standing where he had been. Shifting the bag on her shoulder, slowly making her way down the stairs half hoping maybe he would come after her. But it didn't seem like he was going to come after her. When she hit half way down the stairs the front door flew open and in came the girl from earlier.

"Babe I'm here," the girl called, obviously looking around for Jack.

Her eyes finally landed on Carson who was frozen mid-step. A devious smirk form on her face.

"Oh your still here?" The girl asked.

"Carson........ Carson wait a minute," Jack called, coming out of the bedroom and running down the staircase. Almost slamming straight into her and knocking her down the rest of the steps. "Carson why did you just stop in the middle of the staircase?" He asked.

When Carson didn't answer him he followed her line of vision to find his ex-Kelly standing there with a smirk on her face.

"What are you doing here Kelly and in our house?" He asked confusedly, pointing back and forth between himself and Carson.

"You told me to come over later," Kelly said innocently.

"You what?" Carson whimpered.

"No that's not what I said Cars," he said, looking at Carson and shaking his head. Than turned his head towards Kelly, "That's not what I said and you know it Kelly. Now again what are you doing in my house? Or I'm calling the cops for trespassing."

"Oh but it is Jack. Remember how your were telling me the other night how much you couldn't stand her family shit anymore? How you couldn't be with her because she wanted to take care of her brother? How she was probably just like her mother?" Kelly asked, still with a smirk.

"No...... No...... No baby I didn't say that," Jack denied, shaking his head.

"You said that?" Carson whispered, feeling the tears fall down her cheeks.

"No I swear to god baby I didn't say that. I wouldn't tell her that," Jack replied.

"Oh yes he did. He said you would probably become a crack whore just like your mother," Kelly added cheerfully, she loved watching their realationship desolve in front of her.

"How could you John? I trusted you with everything and now everything is destroyed," Carson said, the sob she was holding back ripped through her lips.

"Jesus Kelly stop fucking telling stories and get out of my house. Now...... Carson I didn't say anything like that to anyone," Jack replied, frustratedly. Wanting badly to rip his hair out.

"I..... I..... I can't," Carson sobbed, quickly making her way down the rest of the stairs. Trying not to embarrass herself more by tripping on anything with her blurry vision.

Outside she could hear yelling coming from inside from Jack. But she wasn't waiting around to find out what happened.