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He said we'd make it work. He promised. He told me that he loved me. He promised me that even if he was a million miles away, we'd still make it work. Even if he was in a new house instead of the flat, he said that we'd make it work.

So what am I doing on the side of the road, in the rain with tears streaming down my face?

And why did I ever trust a man with a God-like complex?

Four months ago...

I smiled at him. How much I loved him. I mean, how could I not? I'm Amanda Kingsley, his girlfriend. Charlie was my boyfriend, and I didn't know how I could even begin to fathom how this happened. Only weeks ago, did I meet him. Only weeks ago, did I fall in love with him. And here we were now, at his house, with him serving me a home-cooked meal that he made. And it was my favorite food, chicken fetticuini. He pulled out a chair for me and pushed me in. How gentleman of him.

"Thank you, Charlie. For everything." He only smiled and winked at me. He sat down as I took a forkful of the noodles in my mouth. Sauce splattered and landed on my cheek.

"Oh, looks like you've got something right-" He took a napkin and dabbed my face. "There." I blushed again. Luckily, Alex wasn't at home as of yet. He was out doing to 'errands' as he so dubbed it. Of course, he was probably staying out of the way for Charlie and me. I found it touching, and I made a mental note to thank him later with something that's worthwhile.

"Charlie, I don't know how I can ever thank you for all of this." With a sheepish grin, he continued eating. I didn't even know how he figured out that I loved chicken fetticuini with broccholi in it. It isn't the same without the veggies! "How did you know that I like this?"

"Well, you're always wanting to go to that cafe` down the street, and when we do, you always order chicken fetticuini. With extra broccholi." He replied, munching on a piece of broccholi. I didn't know how he managed to make everything so cute.

For the past few weeks, we've been going out on several dates and just hanging out in general. My instruments finally came in through the mail. These musical items consisted of a violin, guitar, flute, stylophone, melodica, electronic keyboard, and my personal favorite, my ukelele. I only learned about half of them on Charlie's sake. And with those instruments, I've been composing a song just for Charlie.

The music part of it was three quarters of the way complete, and the lyrics were barely done. I'd only scratched the surface of it. I'm getting off track here. The main thing, is that I'll be starting school in a few months.

College. School. Professors. Why can't Charlie be my professor? I munched on a piece of chicken absent-mindedly. How was I going to make it through the school year? I slurped a noodle. I'll have to be going back and forth through my flat, Charlie's house, and school. Not only that, I might not even have time to watch Doctor Who! Unacceptable! I stabbed my fork through an unfortunate veggie. And Jake...I haven't heard from him or bothered calling since my hospital trip.

What was he doing? Was he okay? Or was he kissing another girl out there? I honestly didn't care as long as he was okay. I mean, he was my best friend. And he still could be.

"Are you okay, Amanda?" He asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Perfectly fine." Charlie gave me a look. "Okay, I was just thinking about school." The look. Again. "Fine, I was thinking about Jake." This got him jealous. A cringe and a dark shadow made its way onto his face. "Charlie, I'm just worried. It's been weeks since I've spoken to him." The shadow stayed there though.

"And I didn't think that he needs your voice to be okay." Charlie said bitterly.

"For all I know, he might be on the verge of suicide." I tried. The jealousy didn't fade from him.

"Good, then he might learn how to feel." This was a somewhat completely new side of Charlie I'd never seen before. The last time I had seen him like that was when Alex had brought home some liquor, and was clearly drunk. Not only that, I was there, and had been forced to chug down half a glass before Charlie had come and saved me.

Flashback

Late Friday nights always were boring for me. I'd never been much of a socialite anyway, so I didn't really bother. Charlie invited me over, and a few days ago, he had given me a house key, which was why I was sitting in his living room, waiting for him to get back from grocery shopping. I heard knocking on the door. Sighing, I stood up and opened it.

Alex stumbled in, reeking of alchohol. I don't think that I'd ever seen him this drunk. Or drunk at all for the matter. I thought Charlie had said that he didn't like drinking.

"Alex?" I asked stupified. Not like the Harry Potter thing. I wasn't disarmed.

"Yeah, that's me." He slurred, leaning on a counter, bottle in hand.

"Where the hell have you been?" Not that I should ask, but it was nicer to ask than to leave it alone. Besides he'd have a killer hangover in the morning. That wasn't my problem.

"Out." He said, grabbing the counter for support. "My friend had a bachaelor party." He nearly tripped over his own feet trying to drink more liquor.

"Okay, let's get you into bed before you start doing anything crazy." I walked towards him and slung his arm over my shoulder before leading him towards the stairs. He stopped and grabbed me by the shoulders, and pinned me to the wall. I winced. "Alex, what are you doing?" I asked. He had his arms on either side of my face, keeping me trapped.

"Already have." He said in response to my earlier statement. I was honestly scared.

"Alex, just let me go, please." I said, trembling. I hoped to dear god that he wasn't a violent drunk.

"Only if you comply."

"To what?" He unscrewed the cap to the liquor so easily, I almost thought that he wasn't drunk for a few seconds.

"To this." He jammed the bottle into my mouth, making it clink against my gums painfully, and forced me to swallow the bitter drink. Tears were streaming down my face because one, it was bitter and went down my throat with a burning intensity, and two, I felt like I was drowning, because I couldn't gasp for air. I tried grabbing his wrists to force the bottle away, but he was a lot stronger than me.

I felt myself sinking to the floor, darkness was creeping into my vision. My hands dropped to my sides. I heard a loud smash as if something had broken.

"Amanda!" I heard Charlie call out. Suddenly the bottle was removed from my lips and I gasped for air. My eyes glanced over to the side where Charlie was yelling at Alex. My ears weren't working properly, and the only thing I heard was, "We'll talk about it in the morning, get to your room. Now." I felt Charlie wrap his arms around my waist. "Amanda, Amanda, can you hear me?" I mumbled. He picked me up and placed me on his bed. Which I know, because that's where I found myself the next morning with a killer hangover.

Charlie filled me in on a few blanks. I had started acting agressively sexual, and he had to give me a 'few' kisses goodnight before I finally drifted to sleep.

Flashback End

"Okay, fine. End of discussion. What do you want to do now?" I had already finished eating and placed the plates in the sink. Charlie lead me into his bedroom to watch Doctor Who. Saturday nights are Whovian nights for us. This week was 'The God Complex'.

It was all so normal. But, I really didn't think that there would be someone to throw a wrench in our plans.