Hey everyone! :) i am absolutely in love with Charlie and Brax from Home and Away and i sort of just had the inspiration to write a fanfiction about them. This is my first fan fiction ever and please keep in mind i'm only 13 so this might not be amazing, but i'm crossing my fingers and hoping this first chapter turns out good! Don't forget to review, it would mean a lot to me if you did! Thanks heaps! :)
Love Faye xx
Chapter One
Darryl Braxton remained sitting on his cold, empty bedroom floor. He had been in this same position for what had seemed like forever and he was unaware of the hours that had flown past. He hadn't uttered a single word- not that there was anyone to talk to but still, he hadn't gotten up or made an effort to communicate with anyone. He just stayed there as if he was super glued to the floor, staring aimlessly in the same direction and glancing around his room blankly every now and then.
He remained silent and his face was lifeless. He was deep in thought and obviously he was thinking about her. He was always thinking about her. She never left his mind. But now he had lost her. He had lost the one thing that had meant everything to him and all in one; he was losing his mind. His bloodshot eyes closed for a moment, his posture lazily bent over his knees due to just plain exhaustion. He ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it a bit and then letting his hand carelessly drop back to his side. His head came crumbling down, now buried in his hands which were rested on his knees. Alcohol laced his breath- he had thought the Scotch he had consumed would help him forget everything; most importantly, Charlie Buckton. But once again to his dismay, it hadn't. The alcohol just made him feel sick and hadn't helped at all and he was all too familiar with this disappointment. He had been in this state one too many times before and there was only one reason for it, his on and off relationship with Charlie. They had broken up a few times before and every time he would drink and drink away his troubles. But now there wouldn't be another time. He was almost certain of this because this time she wanted nothing to do with him. For the past 6 weeks that had unfolded after their break up, she refused to speak to him or answer his calls. She refused to even acknowledge his presence or dignify him with any politeness. He didn't blame her. She had no reason to trust him anymore; he had crossed the line and now the line of wrong and right almost didn't exist anymore. It was blurry and would soon disappear.
He had a million different emotions and thoughts going through his head. He was pissed off, upset and mostly angry. His anger wasn't directed to anybody in particular, but to himself and his stupid actions. He picked up the bottle of Scotch next to him and held it up to his mouth gulping the rest of it, feeling the all too familiar sting in his throat as he drank it. Once the contents of the bottle was empty, he threw it aggressively at the wall opposite him in an attempt of releasing at least a tiny segment of his anger. But it didn't do him any favours at all, only leaving him with a dent in the wall that he would now have to pay for, being sure that he would get ripped off by a ridiculously expensive company just to get it repaired.
"Shit." He mumbled angrily to himself.
Soon forgetting about the dent in the wall, his mind darted back to Charlie, as always. But now he had to convince himself to forget about her. He didn't know how but he knew he had to, even if it was by tricking his own mind somehow. There was no point on dwelling on this any longer. She had moved on, and so had he. Well at least he had tried to convince himself and everyone else that he had. Now there was Amanda; she was pretty, smart and kind but she wasn't Charlie. Brax knew it wasn't right to keep leading her on and to keep pretending that he only wanted her, but she was there and she filled the hollow emptiness that once was replaced by the one and only; Charlie Buckton. And for the time being, that was good enough for him.