I wake up and notice Truex is already out of bed. So, I roll out of the covers needing to pee and race to the bathroom. I open the door, Easton is passed out against the wall, Mya right next to him. Trying not to wake them I put down the toilet seat and relieve myself. I flush and lift the lid just incase Mya has to throw up again. Easton stirs and opens his eyes, looking very miserable. I run the water and wash my hands.

"Hey, honey. Feeling okay?" I ask, smiling. Its good to be on the other end of a hangover.

He groans and looks toward Mya. "Better then she is, I'm sure." He answers, sympathetically.

"Where's Tate?" I question, curious why he didn't take care of Mya last night. I remember them coming into the room after Truex and I escaped to bed. Mya was throwing up until late into the night, I got up a few times to get her water. If Tate wasn't with her, he has to be pretty messed up too. He didn't seem too bad when we left the club, but the party went on until early this morning. I should go to his room to check on him and see if he needs anything.

He shrugs. "No idea."

"How much did he drink last night?" I ask, hoping he can remember. Again, he shrugs. I see that he's trying not to wake up Mya. "Carry her into the bedroom." I tell him, holding the door open. I fold back the sheet and comforter as he lays her down on the mattress, I cover her up and together we leave the room.

Truex is watching the news and the whole suite is trashed, we're definitely going to have to tip the housekeeping good today. I walk past him to the door, picking up Mya's purse. I take out her room key. "I'm going to check on Tate, make sure he's okay." I tell them both, not waiting for a response as I open the door. At the elevators I turn to see Easton and seconds later Truex join me in the hall.  "I hope everyone made it back to their rooms okay." I state, worriedly.

"Those that didn't, left this morning." Truex replies, easing my concern a little.

"I think after we check on Tate we need to order him and Mya one of those IV things. It worked for me, it chould help them too." Truex nods, as the elevator doors part. We step on and take it down a floor, to their room.

Once outside the room I knock, waiting for him to answer. Truex scoffs and takes the key card from me, opening the door. I don't want to see anything I'm not supposed to, so I hang back a little. A drunk Tate naked on his bed, could potentially be scarring.

The boys don't say anything, so I know its safe to come into he room. I see him passed out in bed. They shake the bed trying to wake him. "Tate, ole buddy ole pal. Need anything?" Easton asks, smirking as Tate groans loudly. "Wake up and take care of your fiancé, she's a mess." Easton, orders more seriously.

Finally, Tate opens his eyes and lifts his head. "Where is she?" He questions, looking at the rumpled sheets of his bed finding them lacking Mya's presence.

"Our room." I tell him, feeling for his dazed state of mind.

He groans again as Easton continues to shake the bed. I hit his shoulder. "Stop. You're going to make him sick." I scold.

The toilet flushes and I look towards the bathroom door. When Becca comes out wearing one of Tate's shirts and nothing else my eyes almost pop out of my head. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, Becca. Seeing shock, guilt and shame on her face I start towards her. I'm going to kill her. "You bitch!" I scream, fighting against Truex's hold as he passes me off to Easton. Truex jumps on Tate not saying a word as his fists start flying. I start to kick out at Becca yelling at her, not feeling a second of sympathy as tears streak her face. Easton, yells for Truex to stop. I turn to see a bloody Tate and want to get in a few punches of my own.

"How could you?" I cry out to him instead. The devastation of his betrayal causes my heart to sink to my stomach.

Tate doesn't answer, he just groans holding his hands over his face. Truex gives one last disgusted look towards his friend and completely ignores Becca who's quietly sobbing next to the bathroom door. We make our way out the room and to the elevators. "What do we tell her?" I question, panicked. My heartbreaking for my friend.

"The truth." Truex answers, not happy with the situation either.

"Is your hand okay?" I ask, noticing the blood on his knuckles.

He nods. "Its nothing, most of it is his." He states, looking down.

"I hope he's missing some teeth." Easton, mutters angrily. The adrenaline pumps through my veins, we are now all fully awake.

"I'm still in shock." I say, shaking my head. "How could they do this to Mya?" I question, baffled. Becca is her good friend and Tate, of all people. "I just wish he would've denied it. I wish she would've said something." I add, irritated.

Finally, the elevator doors open to take us back to our room. However, I step back stunned when I see a rumpled Mya looking at us questionably, "Hey, I was wondering where everyone was? How's Tate?" She asks, amused.

I look away as I start to cry. I can't do this, but I don't want her to see Becca in Tate's room either. "What the hell is going on?" She starts to rush past us, but Truex holds her back. My heart pounds as I hear the suite door open and Becca walks out, wiping at her tear streaked face. Mya stops fighting, she just stands perfectly still until Becca looks up and notices us standing in front of her.

"I'm so sorry, Mya. I don't know what happened." She sobs.

Mya, looks at her then at Truex's hand on her upper arm. She sees the blood and nods again, in a state of stunned silence. "I need my things from the room." She states, her voice hallow but composed.

"I'll get it." Easton replies. Truex takes out the room card from his back pocket and hands it to him.

"We'll be in out room." I say, wrapping my arm around her waist, turning her back to the elevator. Becca does the smart thing and stays in the hall to wait for another lift. "Its going to be okay, Mya." I comment, hugging her even closer.

"I know." She replies, hugging me back. I can't phantom what she is feeling right now. "I hope Easton doesn't finish what you stared." She smirks up at Truex.

Truex grins, "Oh, I think he wanted to get a few licks in himself. He was too busy holding back Briar to be able to participate."

She chuckles through her tears, "Did you get feisty, B?"

"Honestly, I think I blacked out in my rage. I don't even remember what I was yelling at her. All I know is, I wanted to strangle her."

She shakes her head sadly. "Not worth it. I knew it, he isn't the one. I should've gone with my instincts, instead I ignored all the red flags. He hasn't helped with a single thing to do with this wedding, nothing. Its been mostly you and I, and that's not how its supposed to be. That's not what I wanted."

"Sorry, if I changed your mind about him. You were right." I admit, remembering the hotel in New York. I told her it was cold feet, I told her they were in love. You shouldn't have to tell someone engaged to be married that she loves her fiancé. What was I thinking?

She wipes at her cheeks as a few new tears fall. "I wanted to believe you were right. Its not your fault. I'm completely to blame. Still it just hurts." She replies, crushed.

"No, he is a piece of shit. It's his fault. No one else's." Truex corrects, firmly.

I think of Becca, she's also to blame. Some friend, I still can't even wrap my head around her betrayal. Becca doesn't seem like the type of person to throw away a friendship.

"What did you guys see, exactly?" She questions as we step off the elevator to our room.

"We don't need to get into that, Mya." I caution her curiosity.

"I want to know." She replies, adamantly.

I sigh. "Tate was sleeping and the boys were trying to get him up. Seconds later we hear the toilet flush and Becca walk into the room wearing one of his shirts and nothing else. The most fucked up part is that she didn't wash her hands." I add, trying to ease the pain the only way I know how. Through a joke.

"I would've never imagined her to do something like this. I mean its, Becca." She says, in disbelief.

I nod, "I know. We could've reached the wrong conclusion. It is possible, but she looked so guilty, Mya. They didn't deny the accusations." I shrug, being truthful about the confrontation.

"It doesn't matter. It became pretty clear to me where I stand with Tate last night." She states, simply.

Truex holds the door open and we walk into the room. He continues to walk past us to the television, Mya and I stay near the door. "What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life with him. I love him. I do. I'm hurt that he did this, but I think I have feelings for someone else." Too shocked to respond I look at her with my mouth hanging open. She finally notices my muteness isn't going to change so she continues. "I think I like Easton." She whispers, embarrassed.

"What?" I question. These two that have been at each other's throats, they can't possibly be developing feelings for one another. "Seriously?"

She nods. "Tell me I'm an idiot." She blushes, her eyes still red from crying.

"Oh, I think you know you are. I would've never put you two together." I say, honestly.

"I don't know what will happen. I'm certainly not ready to jump into anything with him. I just like him and it felt weird being with Tate and thinking of him."

"In bed?" I ask, grossed out.

"No! Just in general." She clarifies, giggling.

I shrug one shoulder. "It's looking good for you. He took care of you all last night and he's packing up your things for you." I remark, hopeful.

"That's only because he's a sweetheart. He'd do it for a complete stranger." She replies, smiling.

I nod in agreement. "You're right. He's a good guy."

A knock on the door has us jumping and we chuckle at each other. I'm closer to the door so I open it for Easton. He walks in with her suitcase and a duffle bag. "I think I got it all." He tells her.

"Thank you, Easton. I owe you one."

He shakes his head. "This one is on the house. How are you doing?" He asks, giving her a comforting hug.

"Not great, but glad it happened before the wedding. Did he say anything while you were there?" She asks.

"Just that he can't remember what happened last night and that he thinks Truex broke his nose." He responds, smirking.

"I love my brother." She states, smugly. Loving the fact that Tate is now suffering from a broken nose.

"He fucked him up pretty good." He grins, happily.