Charlie's POV
I snuck out before Adam got up again the next time. I had a plan, one that didn't include coffee and donuts, knew I had screwed up big time the night before and it was going to take more then breakfast to make up for it. I kissed his forehead and he stirred slightly but didn't wake and I winced at the shiner that was surrounding one of his bright blue eyes. God I'd been so stupid, I fucked up big time, I only hoped what I had in mind would fix things.
My arms were loaded again when I got to the door and I realized it was going to be hard to open without the use of my arms.
"Adam open up." I called kicking the door lightly "Come on Banksie, my arms are full."
Nothing. Hmm, odd. That's when I came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to let me in. I juggled the bouquet that was lying in arms and turned the knob, the small velvet box in my pocket rubbing against my thigh as I entered the room. The empty, dark room. In place of my boyfriend, the man I hoped would agree to be my husband, was a note. A note smeared with tears.
"Charlie,
I've been trying to think of the best way to do this for days now. But I guess I took the coward's way out. I can't be with you anymore; I can't be treated this way anymore. I went home, please don't call me or show up there. My parents and the staff know the truth; they won't let you near me. I wish we could make this work, for weeks I've been trying. I don't see how that's ever going to happen. It won't happen until you learn to deal with your problems, your anger you're drinking. I'll always love you Charlie but this is a love that hurts.
A tear rolls down from my swollen eyes
All those loving words turned to lies
The handprint sits upon my cheek
Fat lips make it hard to speak
"I'll never do it again" you always say
Yet you repeat the pattern the very next day
You want me to say it's all my fault
That my face bares that welt
"I'm sorry, I love you. " I'm so sick of those words
You idea of love truly hurts
Why do you hit me it stings so bad
Why must you always get so mad
My body will heal I'll move on find a new start
Yet I'm left with an open wound on my heart
I won't forgive and can't forget
All those times I have wept
Goodbye to you my abusive friend
For the pain this is the end
I'll be back around six to get the rest of my things I'd appreciate it if you weren't here. That'll only make things harder on both of us.
Adam"
If he thought for one second I wasn't going to be there when he got back he was crazy. After I finished reading the letter, something caught my eye, something silver, his bracelet. It hadn't been removed from his wrist since I gave it to him and there it was sitting unloved on the table. Quickly my mind went to my bracelet that I had left on the bathroom sink shelf that morning. It was gone. Shit, he took it.
When the door opened at 6:00 that night I was not only there but I had been sitting there the entire day waiting. To my surprise however Banks wasn't the first person to walk in. Portman was, he'd been visiting Fulton for the weekend when Adam called and asked for some help moving his stuff. That and I think he wanted some protection, it wasn't like I was going hit him or anything. I wanted to marry the stupid bastard.
"Banks, let's talk about this." I tried as he started clearing off his desk.
"There's nothing to talk about Charlie. You weren't even supposed to be here. I didn't want to see you." He said softly.
"Come on we can work this out."
"No, no, we can't, we can't work this out."
"We've got to fix things."
"Charlie, you've got to fix yourself, as long as you refuse to see what you're doing is wrong I can't be with you."
The Bash Brothers came back from loading some boxes in the car then and I looked straight at them. I'd never told Banksie I loved him in front of people before. At that point I didn't care who was in the room.
"But Adam, I love you."
He gulped and looked me in the eye, "I love you too, I always will, I just can't do it anymore."
"Banks let's go." Portman tipped his head in the direction as Fulton bent over to pick up the last box. I watched Dean check out his boyfriend's butt, a sight I would've found comical if I wasn't losing mine at that very moment.
I reached for Adam's shoulders as he turned to leave, "Please, don't do this Banksie."
"I have to." He responded below a whisper.
"Get your hands off him Charlie, I swear to god if I ever see another mark on him again…" That was Portman.
"Dean." Fulton warned and lightly pushed the two other boys out of the room.
"Fulton." I looked at him with pleading eyes "Talk to him, don't let him leave me."
"Spazway, we've been friends for a long time. After Portman you're probably my best friend, don't try to make me choose between you and what's right, you won't win." He picked up Banks' hockey bag and then he too left. I was alone, heart broken and in desperate need of a drink.
I tossed the empty tequila bottle into the back seat, the speedometer rising steadily. I didn't know when I got into the hard booze but it seeded to be helping my heartache. However it was giving me a headache, I was hearing ringing. That wasn't ringing it was sirens? Cops, shit I was under age and drunk. I was in some unbelievable trouble. That's the last thing that wanted through my head before the squeal of the brake, the sound of twisted metal and the air bag.
I snuck out before Adam got up again the next time. I had a plan, one that didn't include coffee and donuts, knew I had screwed up big time the night before and it was going to take more then breakfast to make up for it. I kissed his forehead and he stirred slightly but didn't wake and I winced at the shiner that was surrounding one of his bright blue eyes. God I'd been so stupid, I fucked up big time, I only hoped what I had in mind would fix things.
My arms were loaded again when I got to the door and I realized it was going to be hard to open without the use of my arms.
"Adam open up." I called kicking the door lightly "Come on Banksie, my arms are full."
Nothing. Hmm, odd. That's when I came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to let me in. I juggled the bouquet that was lying in arms and turned the knob, the small velvet box in my pocket rubbing against my thigh as I entered the room. The empty, dark room. In place of my boyfriend, the man I hoped would agree to be my husband, was a note. A note smeared with tears.
"Charlie,
I've been trying to think of the best way to do this for days now. But I guess I took the coward's way out. I can't be with you anymore; I can't be treated this way anymore. I went home, please don't call me or show up there. My parents and the staff know the truth; they won't let you near me. I wish we could make this work, for weeks I've been trying. I don't see how that's ever going to happen. It won't happen until you learn to deal with your problems, your anger you're drinking. I'll always love you Charlie but this is a love that hurts.
A tear rolls down from my swollen eyes
All those loving words turned to lies
The handprint sits upon my cheek
Fat lips make it hard to speak
"I'll never do it again" you always say
Yet you repeat the pattern the very next day
You want me to say it's all my fault
That my face bares that welt
"I'm sorry, I love you. " I'm so sick of those words
You idea of love truly hurts
Why do you hit me it stings so bad
Why must you always get so mad
My body will heal I'll move on find a new start
Yet I'm left with an open wound on my heart
I won't forgive and can't forget
All those times I have wept
Goodbye to you my abusive friend
For the pain this is the end
I'll be back around six to get the rest of my things I'd appreciate it if you weren't here. That'll only make things harder on both of us.
Adam"
If he thought for one second I wasn't going to be there when he got back he was crazy. After I finished reading the letter, something caught my eye, something silver, his bracelet. It hadn't been removed from his wrist since I gave it to him and there it was sitting unloved on the table. Quickly my mind went to my bracelet that I had left on the bathroom sink shelf that morning. It was gone. Shit, he took it.
When the door opened at 6:00 that night I was not only there but I had been sitting there the entire day waiting. To my surprise however Banks wasn't the first person to walk in. Portman was, he'd been visiting Fulton for the weekend when Adam called and asked for some help moving his stuff. That and I think he wanted some protection, it wasn't like I was going hit him or anything. I wanted to marry the stupid bastard.
"Banks, let's talk about this." I tried as he started clearing off his desk.
"There's nothing to talk about Charlie. You weren't even supposed to be here. I didn't want to see you." He said softly.
"Come on we can work this out."
"No, no, we can't, we can't work this out."
"We've got to fix things."
"Charlie, you've got to fix yourself, as long as you refuse to see what you're doing is wrong I can't be with you."
The Bash Brothers came back from loading some boxes in the car then and I looked straight at them. I'd never told Banksie I loved him in front of people before. At that point I didn't care who was in the room.
"But Adam, I love you."
He gulped and looked me in the eye, "I love you too, I always will, I just can't do it anymore."
"Banks let's go." Portman tipped his head in the direction as Fulton bent over to pick up the last box. I watched Dean check out his boyfriend's butt, a sight I would've found comical if I wasn't losing mine at that very moment.
I reached for Adam's shoulders as he turned to leave, "Please, don't do this Banksie."
"I have to." He responded below a whisper.
"Get your hands off him Charlie, I swear to god if I ever see another mark on him again…" That was Portman.
"Dean." Fulton warned and lightly pushed the two other boys out of the room.
"Fulton." I looked at him with pleading eyes "Talk to him, don't let him leave me."
"Spazway, we've been friends for a long time. After Portman you're probably my best friend, don't try to make me choose between you and what's right, you won't win." He picked up Banks' hockey bag and then he too left. I was alone, heart broken and in desperate need of a drink.
I tossed the empty tequila bottle into the back seat, the speedometer rising steadily. I didn't know when I got into the hard booze but it seeded to be helping my heartache. However it was giving me a headache, I was hearing ringing. That wasn't ringing it was sirens? Cops, shit I was under age and drunk. I was in some unbelievable trouble. That's the last thing that wanted through my head before the squeal of the brake, the sound of twisted metal and the air bag.