MO'S POV
"I'm so sorry"
"Its okay" the plumb lady says giving me a comforting smile. I help her pick up her books that I have accidentally knocked down in a rush to leave the almost suffocating hospital. "Thanks" she says and turns to walk away leaving me at the entrance of the pale bleak building.
I take a deep breath and not looking back quickly hop into my already waiting taxi. It seems Mr Pickett had thought ahead. Even before the shock realization ten minutes ago, he had already called for a taxi in hope that I would go back to the hotel to rest and not worry about a sleeping Scott. Funny if not for ten minutes ago I would have looked at My Pickett as if he were crazy, of course I would never leave Scott. Though ten minutes ago Scott was still unconscious. His serene attire meant I could just watch him, hope but not worry. Now I have nothing to do but worry, because Scott's awake but he doesn't want to see me.
It would have taken more then several minutes of arguing with Mr Pickett and the nurses if I hadn't heard Scott say those words myself. Even from outside his room I could still hear his hoarse and deep voice.
"Just get her out of here"
If I thought my heart had broken when Scott told me he didn't know if he still loved me, then I was wrong.
After a whole week of sitting by him, comforting him even praying for him, a whole week of whispering sweet nothings to him, apologies and memories, he doesn't want to see me. I guess that kinda made it easier for me to numbly turn and walk away, not even answering when Mr Pickett called out my name in sympathy.
Trying to clear my thoughts I lean my head against the window and stare blankly out at the blinding lights of New York City. I had always dreamed about coming here one day, had only told Scott about my fascination with the place. The monumental buildings, the busy streets, the entertainment. You could never find this in India or even in Albuquerque for that matter. Sure India was filled with so much color and culture but it lacked intensity, a thrive for passion or for power. Here I could almost taste the hormones raging, the battle for dominance, the sweet success of victory.
New York is vibrant not in color but in eccentricity.
When I was told we would be doing numerous amount of gigs and interviews here I couldn't believe my luck. Not only was I going to New York with the band but I was going with Scott. I was going to have the time of my life with Scott. Or so I thought.
Don't think about it
"Here we are" I don't say anything, knowing that drivers in New York City prefer a generous tip then a thank you.
I walk inside the hotel and slip up to the floor of my room unnoticed. I look to Olivia's room, wondering if I should go talk to her. There's always tomorrow, I think as I let the thought slide and instead enter my own hotel room.
Crap
Scratch that, not my hotel room but me and Scott's hotel room. In a rush of everything I had practically forgotten. Looking at his things now I wonder how I ever had. This is the place where it seems everything has happened. The sweet moments, the love making, the end.
No. Its not the end.
Of course it isn't the end. Tomorrow is a brand new day. I will talk to Scott, finally.
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STELLA'S POV
After my little episode I had hopped out of the car and walked the rest of the way to the hotel, managing to sober up along the way. Well its what happens when you go on a three and half hour journey.
Knowing I would be in deep shit if I left the car that our sponsors provided for us, I called the bands manager offering only a minimal excuse of why I left a very expensive automobile in the middle of no where. Thankfully his job is to do, not ask. Because truth be told I don't know what I would have told him. Maybe something like, 'Oh hey the reason I abandoned a perfectly equipped car is because I caught my supposed girlfriend cheating on me, yes I'm a lesbian. I know great right. So anyway you need to get that and oh beware of the smashed vodka bottle lying next to it, haha almost forgot to tell you I was drinking while I was driving. Okay bye.'
Thankfully I wasn't too intoxicated and nothing bad had slipped out. Something deep inside me however was letting me know that I wished something had. It could have been like a practice. If it came out and no one approved I could just blame it on being drunk. If not well then happy days. And there goes me thinking the situation over again, when I really shouldn't. It's not like I have anything to worry about any more.
I sigh, I really need to talk to Olivia.
I go to her door and am about to knock when Wens voice interrupts me.
"Stella, hey are you going to see Olivia?" he sounds breathless, his cheeks and nose are red, signs that he has been crying. I don't give him any sympathy.
"No Wen I'm going to see the Queen of England. I mean this is her hotel door I was about to knock on" my voice is leaked with sarcasm and it feels good to watch someone else's face drop besides my own.
"Sorry dumb question, mind if tag along?" he asks. I stare at him for a few seconds, moving my body so it blocks the door.
"Yes I do mind. I don't think you should see Olivia right now, as a matter of fact I think you should just stay away from her completely" Wen looks like he has been punched in the face.
"You know."
I laugh bitterly, "Of course I know. I'm her best friend which gives me a right to information and it also gives me a right to beat your ass, so do not test me Gifford"
"Stella its not what it seems I love Oliv-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence. Don't you dare lie to me!" I yell, feeling that same feeling I felt when I left Cassie's apartment. Rage.
"Stella..."
"No Wen. Loving someone does not mean constantly hurting them over and over again. What you think you feel for Olivia is not love, in fact you don't deserve to love her. What you deserve Wen is nothing, the next equivalent being trash which I guess you've found in Sydney"
Wen faltered "I'm so sorry Stella, I'm so sorry that's how you feel"
How dare he. Not being able to stop myself I punch him straight in the face.
"Owwww! What the fuck Stella!" He exclaims holding his fingers up to his bleeding nose. I smile as I lean closer to him.
"Just be grateful its not your dick" I say bitterly, hardly being able to be this near to him. The mere stupidity of his actions and obvious sense of denial pushing me over the edge. With that being said I turn and begin to walk away "Oh and if you so much as think about entering Olivia's hotel room I will beat the shit out of you, then I'll set you on fire."
I don't take note of Wens reaction, I have a strong feeling that he would not be talking to Olivia, at least not tonight. And I guess neither will I, I think as I enter my hotel room. I lay on my bed wishing that Mo wasn't stuck at the hospital, it would be really nice to talk to someone, especially now. But I know she has a lot to deal with, I just hope that everything will be okay.
I huff, it seems like everyone in the band is dealing with so much stuff. It makes me wish we were still naive teenagers in high school, that we are still trying to find ourselves through music and the stereotypicalty of high school.
I try to close my eyes and picture it, picture our innocence. It makes it difficult, the fact that my phone is going off for the millionth time. I don't answer though, I already know who it is.
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WENS POV
Fuck. Shit. Stella may be a girl, but she hits like a guy. A really big strong guy.
Why does this keep happening to me?
Though I already know the answer. Its because I'm an ass who doesn't know what he wants. Stella's right. The fact that I keep bouncing between Sydney and Olivia isn't fair to either of them. I just don't get it. Before coming to New York I thought I was insanely and utterly in love with Sydney. The thought of us ever being apart practically brought physical pain.
But now, now I cant stop thinking about Olivia. And its not just because we had sex, hell there was always something there between us. I just didn't let it escalate too far. Not because I didn't want it too but because I felt like I didn't have to. I had Sydney, in some fucked up way sure but still I had what I thought was the girl of my dreams. Now any attractable trait I have ever found in Sydney has diminished somehow. Now when I think of her I can't help but compare her reddish brown hair to Olivia's golden blonde hair, or Sydney's wicked smile to Olivia's gentle one. Hell I can't even have sex with Sydney without picturing Olivia's perfect milky white skin.
Stella may be right in the fact that I don't know what I want. But shes wrong in questioning my love for Olivia. I do love her, truly. I think I always have. But just because I'm in love with her doesn't mean I'm not still in love with Sydney.
I sigh in agitation then flinch in pain. Thank god my nose isn't broken. I remove the folded amount of tissues from my now bloodless nose and make my way to the shower, hoping to ease some of the tension. It hardly helps though. I can still hear Olivia screaming at me, I can still feel my heart breaking. which is stupid right. I mean shes the one whose hurting the most, who has been through so much in the past week..who saw me and Sydney together.
As I exit the shower I notice the time. Where the hell is Sydney?
An hour passes before she enters my hotel room.
"Where have you been?" I ask trying to sound casual.
Sydney simply shrugs her shoulders "Out"
"Ha, ha" I deadpan "Seriously Sid, I was getting worried"
She takes her time removing her shoes and coat before answering "You were worried? Funny I thought you only saved that feeling for you precious little bitch"
"Don't call her that." I say before I can stop myself. I instantly regret it.
As a reaction Sydney throws the deadly heel in her hand at my head. I duck just in time, almost expecting it to happen.
"FUCK YOU WEN! FUCK YOU AND FUCK THAT STUPID LITTLE BITCH!"
"Jesus Sid calm down" I say holding my hands up, genuinely afraid of her reaction.
"DON'T YOU TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN! HERE I AM DOING EVERYTHING TO PROTECT OUR RELATIONSHIP AND YOU STILL DEFEND HER! SO FUCK YOU!"
"Trying to save our relationship? What relationship Sydney!" I only manage to say over her.
She stops her ranting to stare at me, her face turning into something more deeper then fury. "You smug son of a bitch"
I don't try and apologize "It's true and you know it. Look at us, we barely see each other, we barely talk and when we do it consists of yelling and fighting"
"Maybe its because you don't want to be in a relationship with me. I mean its not like you want to marry me" I huff at Sydney's reply.
"Here we go again" I exaggerate. Sydney's constant bantering over getting married for the last week driving me insane. I'll give her points for being persistent.
"Don't do that" She says placing her hands on her hips "Don't make me seem like a pathetic teenage girl."
"Well you sure are acting like one" I acknowledge.
"I wouldn't have to act like one if you would just stop feeling whatever your feeling towards that little- towards Olivia."
"What I feel for Olivia is none of your business" I say looking at Sydney straight on. She looks like shes trying her hardest to either not strangle me or not cry.
"Excuse me? As your girlfriend I think it is my business"
I laugh bitterly"Girlfriend? Funny I didn't know a girlfriend also had to be married to ones own father"
Sydney huffed "Now whose being the pathetic teenager?"
"Nope its still you Sydney. And I have a feeling it will always be you" I say as I walk past her and towards the door, grabbing my jacket along the way.
"Where are you going?"
"Let me take a page from the Sydney Handbook" I begin as I open the door "and I quote; 'out' " As I walk away I don't turn around to catch Sydney's reaction though I can almost picture her flared nostrils and the increased expression of her forhead.
"You better not be going to see her!" She calls out but I choose to ignore her. As I continue to walk away from her I try to block out her screeching but still compelling voice. I pretend I don't hear the last thing she says.
"FUCK YOU WEN! I HOPE THAT BITCH GETS WHATS COMING TO HER!"
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SCOTT'S POV
"Good Morning sunshine" My father says sarcastically. I smile slightly, not expecting a hug or warm welcome from him. Comfort has never been a strong thing between the two of us.
"So lets have it" I say, cutting straight to the point.
My father smirks and takes a seat "Okay, what would you like to explain to me first; How you have been deliberately disobeying me by risking your health or how you sent a heart broken Mo home last night?"
I wince. Definitely not a good start to coming out of a coma for a week. "I guess things were getting too intense, and I forgot to take my pills when it did."
"That's it? That's all you got?" I don't look at my father "Cause that is the worst excuse in the history of excuses. And you remember I have heard a shit load of excuses from you"
"Dad-"
"You know Scott I have given you a lot of time to sort your stuff out. Even last night, I didn't come to see you because I knew you had a lot to think about. Hell I was even expecting you to come up with some reasonable excuse as to why you would hurt me and why you would hurt Mo. But its just the same bullshit from you over and over again."
"Dad I-"
"You don't let anyone in. You run or hide from your problems not even thinking about how its going to hurt the people around you. The people that care about you. Did you ever stop to think for one second that you are the closest thing I have to your mother? Did you ever think about how devastated I would be if I lost you as well?"
I flinch. The mother topic being a soft subject. The fact that my dad has brought it up even more surprising then the amount of pain it brings to me. He never talks about her, and I don't force him too. Its not like I really remember her, she died when I was six. A car crash. In an instant she was gone, there was no time to grieve or to say goodbye. I guess that's how I liked it though, that way I didn't have to watch her die.
I look to father and finally understand. Everyday I must be wasting away right in front of his eyes. His only son, slowly diminishing into nothing. I heard somewhere that the worst pain is your child dying before you do. I let out a deep breathe to fight the image of my dad, lonely, abandoned, lifeless. He could barely get through my mothers death, how could he possibly survive mine?
"I'm sorry. You're right about everything. I've been stupid and reckless and I never should have put the band before my health." I tried not to make this sound so monotone but I know it did. It helped though, speaking blandly. It meant I could focus more on holding back the tears of realization and disappointment Both of these emotions different to what happened with Mo. With her the realization was like a block of ice being jammed repeatedly against my head, shocking, unexpected. Nothing like the bright light right now opening my senses. The disappointment was aimed at her and radiated every fiber in my body in a sinister way. Now all I had is disappointment for myself. All this time, all this feuding over protecting my dream when it was all for nothing. I could have tried harder to get better instead of not trying at all. I could have died. That part definitely hurt the most.
"You're stubborn, just like your mother. You're also persuasive like her, which is why you got away with it for a while. But not anymore Scott. I will not let you risk your well being anymore. Do you understand?" I could only nod weakly. My father looks at me, looking relived that he got his point across. I almost expected him to leave, normally that was the case after a brief heart to heart. Instead he decided to bring up an unwanted change of subject.
"Now about you and Mo..."
"God dad haven't you gotten enough out of me today? I am not talking about this with you" I say sternly.
"Well if Mo is part of the reason as to why you have been in a coma for the past week then I definitely want you to talk to me about it" My father replied, matching my tone.
"Jesus Christ" I brought my hands to my face and sighed in anger "Fine, you want to know her part in it? Well she slept with Ray fucking Beech so there you go"
I didn't look at my fathers expression, mainly because I didn't want him to see the immense pain in my eyes, but I could feel his shock. "I-I heard Ray was in town but I didn't-I mean how could she just do that to you. I thought you guys were in the stupid honey moon faze happy"
"I thought we were too. Until I found out that she lost her virginity to my supposed best friend."
"Wait what? Mo's a virgin? But when I came down it didn't seem like she was virgin" My father said referring to when he decided to visit only to find Mo in pretty much nothing. I sigh
"Dad, this happened sophomore year" I clear, frustration evident in my voice. My father frowns
"When you guys started dating? That was a long time ago" I hate that my father is saying this as if to prove a point to me. I had to prove one back.
"Yeah, well it still hurts just as much as it would have hurt if I had found out about it back then. Instead I find out now on national television!"
"National television? How did I not hear about this?" My father asked.
"Probably because the only time you watch TV is when there's sports on" I point out.
"Right. So did you talk to her about it? Or did you yell at her?"
"Both"
"And how did she take it?"
"Not well. The whole breaking down and crying thing while trying to explain herself" I try to sound nonchalant but neither I or my father believed it. I care more then I let on, especially when it comes to Mo.
"I take it you didn't listen?"
"I didn't need too" I reply instantly "I already knew what happened. She was at one of Rays stupid parties, I was tutoring Julez. When the boyfriends away the girls will play" I end bluntly, not being able to obtain the bitterness in my voice.
"Don't say that. From what I can tell Mo was most likely drunk and ended up doing something she is going to regret for the rest of her life" I look away from my father not wanting to hear the truth in his words. "What happened with her and Ray, it was a long time ago and I'm sure she feels really guilty about it. Everybody makes mistakes Scott."
I let out an angry breath "Why are you defending her?"
"I'm not I just- She's been here all week Scott, every day, every second by your side even when I tell her to go home she never leaves. That's got to count for something right?" My father says. My heart warms a bit. But only for a bit.
"Been by my side? Well then where is she now huh?" I say. Sure I sent her away last night, but I had expected her to object or at least come back. I would be lying if I said that I hadn't been waiting for her all morning.
"Well" My father began "She's probably still pacing down the hall like she has been doing for the past hour and a half. Just wanted to warn you" He finishes as he gets up off his chair and simply walks out.
I can't help but shake my head in amusement.
Cunning Bastard
Sometimes I underestimate my father. His unknowing attempt to try and make me understand Mo seems to have paid off slightly. I know that when she eventually walks through that door, I won't look at her with anger and betrayal. Though I won't at her with love either, I would not go that far.
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MO'S POV
Just do it you chicken. You've been awake all night because you couldn't stop thinking about him. You've been here for almost two hours. Do it.
"Hey Mo" I jump in surprise and turn abruptly only to find Scott's father looking at me with an amused expression.
"Hi Mr Pickett" I say, trying to hide my embarrassment.
"Just get here?" he asks, again with an amused expression on his face. I laugh nervously.
"Yeah something like that"
"Well you're just in time, I just saw him and he's up for visitors"
"How is he?" I ask.
Mr Pickett pauses for a second "I'm not gonna lie, he's hurt Mo and he's angry. Somewhere inside he's heartbroken that his dream has died"
"Right" I nod meekly and look to the ground.
"Hopefully though he can still have his other dream" I look up instantly at Mr Pickett and note the sympathetic stare he is giving me. I can only offer a small hopeless smile. "I'll see you later Mo. Just go right on in when you're ready"
"Thanks" I say as I watch him walk away.
I take a deep breath, a little frustrated that the only thing keeping me from seeing Scott is a blue colored door. I guess part of me was hoping that Mr Pickett would convince me not to see Scott, or that Olivia would have answered my voice messages and requested an important girl meeting, or that whilst walking across the hospital car park I'd have gotten hit by a bus.
My phone vibrates, interrupting my thoughts. I perk up hoping its Olivia and my wish has come true.
Message from Scottxx
2day would be nice. Newly out of coma patients need to eat eventually
Despite everything I manage to smile slightly. I send a silent prayer before opening the door.
The sight of Scott in a hospital bed still hurts, but seeing him awake eases the pain a bit. Not even the serious expression on his face could diminish my relief. I have to control myself from jumping into Scott's arms and kissing him. Thankfully the pained look in his eyes when he see's me helps me to do so.
"Hi" I manage to let out. He immediately reacts to my voice by letting out a heavy breath. His whole body is tense. I stay as far away from him as I can, not for my benefit but for his.
"Hi" he mimics. Hearing his voice is too much and before I can stop myself I let out a whimper, then a sob, then I am full on crying.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"
"Come here" he says gently. I instantly run into his open arms and curl up to him on the hospital bed as I continue to weep. The tears are violently uncontrollable, they fall down my face in a vast rapid manner and soak into Scott's hospital gown.
Still, I continue to cry. When all you've felt for several days is nothing but negative emotions, the pure simplicity of letting all that guilt, frustration, anger, confusion and pain out is almost too easy. So I cry. I cry for Scott and I, what we were and what we could have been, I cry for Olivia and Wen, I cry for Stella and Charlie, I cry for my father and for Scott's, I cry for the millions of people counting on us, I cry and I cry and I cry until I can't cry anymore.
Now the only noise in the plain hospital room is my quick and raspy breathing. Scott doesn't say anything. I like to think its because he wants me to calm down first before he speaks, but I know its more of the fact that he doesn't know what to say. After a few minutes I decide to end the now suffocating silence.
"I miss you"
"I miss you too"
My heart flutters and I blush slightly knowing he can feel it.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.
"Why didn't you?" he says, referring to the whole Ray situation.
"That's not fair. What happened with Ray was stupid and childish and I have been living with this guilt for so long. But I didn't tell you because I didn't want to see you unhappy, I didn't want you to be hurt. Yes I know what I did was horribly wrong and I am going to regret it for the rest of my life. But Scott, I was in a bad place and I was insecure, I was young. And despite everything, living with that shame and that guilt seemed better then seeing you heartbroken. But you, you kept something from me that is so much more bigger then some stupid act of infidelity. You kept the fact that you have a heart condition from me, that you were dying. How could you do that?"
"I-"
"I didn't keep my secret for me, I kept it for you Scott. But you kept your secret for yourself" I state in the most calm voice I can manage. Its difficult, I don't want to be hard on Scott but I cant help it. Why didn't he tell me about his heart condition, the one question I have been asking myself repeatedly over the past week?
"Kept your secret for me?" Scott lets out with a sarcastic laugh. A laugh that doesn't appease me "Look how well that turned out"
"I know. And I am sorry for everything that went down. But you are speaking to me like I am so much worse then you when you have been risking your health behind my back" I retort as I try not to cry. I only hope he can hear the truth behind my words. In the end we're just as bad as each other, why cant he see that?
"As opposed to you sleeping around behind my back?"
"Stop" Even though the loss of contact hurts I remove myself from his embrace and instead sit on the hospital bed and face him "God just stop blaming everyone else for your problems. You do not know how sorry I am about what I did with Ray and if I could take it back I would but I cant okay. I have to live with that. So please just stop making me feel worse about it"
"How do you think I feel?"
I almost laugh "Trust me, whatever you feel about the situation is nothing compared to what I have felt for the past week. Do you have any idea whats it like to lose the person you love most in the entire world" Scott looks away and I feel like I've finally hit a soft spot "Cause that's what it felt like Scott. I thought you were dead. And don't say you know how it feels because despite everything you haven't lost me. I am still here and I have been here for the past week wondering why you never told me the truth"
Scott takes a few short breaths before replying "I-I didn't want to admit it"
"Admit what?"
"Admit the fact that there are things I cant do. That I wont be able be in the band. That my life with you will be cut short" Scott's voice is filled with so much pain. If I had any tears left I would have cried right then.
"No it wont" I whisper as I bring his hand to my mouth and place a soft kiss on it.
"It already has Mo" Scott pulls his hand away "Even before this mess. I'm not gonna lie and say that we're still together because we're not"
"Don't say that" I reply instantly. I look straight into his eyes as I do.
"I'm sorry but its the truth. I'm hearing everything your saying and its making sense to me, it makes me want to let you back in. But then I just picture the two of you together and it hurts so bad Mo"
"I know but Scott I forgive you for not telling me, do you understand, I forgive you. Why cant you forgive me?" I know I sound whiny but I can't help it. When you love something then you have to fight for it.
"I do forgive you Mo, truly I do I just cant be with you. At least not now" Scott's words is like a knife to my heart.
"At least not now" I repeat sadly as I trace my thumb over his hand making slow circles.
"Maybe someday" he says quickly as if to reassure me. It doesn't.
"I should go" Before I do or say something you don't want to hear.
"I'm sorry Mo"
"Its okay" I smile weakly and drop his hand as I lift myself off the hospital bed and try to find the strength to walk out of his room.
"Hey-" Scott grabs my wrist as I do so.
"Ouch" I immediately whip my hand away and bring the bleeding wrist to my chest. Scott looks at me strangely, I say the first thing that comes to mind "I was at the park with Olivia this morning and ended up falling into a bush. Stupid I know" My gaze shifts to the floor as I pray that he falls for my lie. He makes a sound as if to say something. I look into his eyes and just like that he drops whatever hes going to say.
"I'll see you later" he says instead with a small smile.
"Yeah" I turn and am just out the door when I remember something "Scott, I love you" Please say it back. Please.
"I love you too Mo. I just cant trust you"
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OLIVIAS POV
I hear the faint buzzing of 'Somebody' playing somewhere. I swear I put my cell on the bedside table, but it sounds like its miles away. I try to move my head then hover in pain.
Ouch. Either all this Wen mess is giving me a headache or somehow I got drunk last night and now have a really bad hangover. I groan and bring my hand to my head. Or at least I try too. What the hell? I don't open my eyes but it feels like one of my bracelets has gotten stuck on my wrist...and the head board. Now that I think about it, my hotel bed doesn't have a head board.
I open my eyes and try for several seconds to adjust to the darkness. Someone must have come in and closed my curtains or something, I never close them. You could say I'm a little scared of the dark. Still, the hotels thin drapes couldn't block out all light source, especially considering the sun hits directly into my room from twelve pm onward. I take a deep breath. Please tell me its the morning.
"Good Morning Sunshine" a familiar voice says. I instantly flinch "Well good afternoon really. I didn't expect you to pass out for so long, I guess I hit your head a little too hard last night"
"Charlie?" I manage to let out through my scratchy voice and blurred vision.
"Good you're coming to your senses" he smiles. A painfully, sickening smile.
"Whats going on?" It was stupid to ask. I already knew what was happening. Charlie had knocked me out last night on my way to the hotel, now he is holding me captive, for reasons I know no of.
Charlie just smiled and took a step back to pull something out of his pocket. I panic my senses now on full alert. I instantly look around for an escape or a weapon...something. I pull at the handcuffs as Charlie moves back towards me.
"Recognize this" I stop my movements to look at what Charlies shoved in front of my face. Not a knife or something that can kill me but a picture. The same picture I found in his draw- Oh No. "You know, you really shouldn't go snooping through peoples personal things"
Suddenly I knew why I was here. It seems that everything to do with Charlie always leads back to one person...Mo.
"Charlie, please let me go" I say as calmly as I can.
"No" he says, I try to hold back my tears. "You'll just tell Mo, about the picture, about the other thing you found in the draw, about everything" I knew that everything is referring to the fact that we had sex. Just the thought of it makes me feel dirty all over.
"Please Charlie. I won't tell I swear"
Charlie doesn't look fazed by the tears that are now falling freely down my face. "Don't worry Olivia, I'm not going to do anything to you, not yet" I want to tell him that by knocking me out and keeping me captive he has already done something. But his last words are enough to make me keep my mouth shut.
Looking appeased with my reaction Charlie turns and walks away. "Where are you going?" no answer. "Charlie, please don't leave me here" still no answer.
Hit him where it hurts
"What about the picture?"
Charlie pauses "That's a story for another time. Oh and by the way don't bother screaming, no one is gonna hear you"
With that being said Charlie leaves me alone in the darkness.
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Finally got to you guys. Hope it wasn't that bad, this is a lot longer than other chapters, I guess my writing style has changed a bit. Next chapter up in a couple of months.
XOXO