CHOOSE ME!

Part 5

Alex's pov
I've never been to a party before, what do you wear? Is it casual or dressy? I didn't want to ask Charlie because it would be embarrassing and he would probably change his mind about the whole thing. I was nervous but a wave of excitement flushed through me briefly every few seconds. I decided to put on a plain white top, some black jeans that were ripped at the knee and a denim jacket, it was nothing much but it was better than my usual oversized jumpers and hoodies.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my jeans were meant to be skin tight but they were baggy and didn't touch my legs at all, all my clothes were too big and showed off my thin figure. I decided it was time to change, I'll eat what I like when I like and maybe start exercising to build up some muscle. Maybe Charlie would like me if I did that and had a better body.

Speaking of Charlie, he knocked on my door and asked if he could come in, he then swung open the door to reveal my lanky self stood in front of the mirror with my top up, looking at my body. His eyes then went wide, my ribs were piercing through my bruised and scar filled skin as if you were looking at my skeleton and my lanky arms were showing for the first time in a while, and my tiny waist was prominent. I hadn't realised he had come in until I got a small draft form the door on my stomach.

He just stood there with sad eyes and mouth slightly open, his hand was tightly gripped around the door knob and I quickly pulled down my top and grabbed my jacket from the bed and glided past him, embarrassed.

The drive there seemed to go on for ever, even though we had the same music taste and my favourite song came on, I couldn't enjoy it. I looked over to Charlie, one of his arms was rested on the window and his other on the steering wheel, his gaze never left the dark misty road. He looked deep in thought but I wanted to talk to him, "sorry you had to see that earlier," I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear me. He sighed loudly, "where did you get the bruises and the scars from?" he asked suddenly.

I hung my head, I didn't want him to find out my secret, no one knew about my dad, "my dad did it," I said shamefully. The car swerved a little when the words left my lips and both of his hands were furiously gripping the wheel. I could hear his teeth grind together, "that bastard," he whispered I presume hoping I wouldn't hear him but I did and it made me chuckle and nod a little. "Why? If you don't mind me asking," he said as he turned the car round a corner to get to the motorway, the satnav beeped we had 20 minuets until we got there.

My breath hitched but I knew it was time to tell someone. I never thought it would be Charlie, the boy I'm falling for but it was. He was the only one who stayed after seeing that and wanted to know why. I took a deep breath and saw him glancing at me patiently from the corner of my eye. "He was always a nasty man after my mum left when I was 7 but then I came out to him and he became emotionally and physically abusive."

Charlie nodded understandably but what would he know about this, he's straight and has never had to come out to anyone. He slowed down the car a lot, luckily it was late at night so there was only one or two other cars that I presume were also going to the party. "I'm sorry," he started, "no one deserves that and it's alright with me you know," he said looking deeply into my eyes and reassuringly. I smiled a little and nodded, that was it, he didn't ask anymore questions and we were becoming more relaxed. I quietly sang along to the lyrics and then he joined in and we ended up singing our hearts out to the music.

We arrived at the party, the house wasn't big but it was far from small too. We went inside and I got a few odd looks from being with Charlie. Then a tall girl approached us, she had pale blue eyes, bleached blonde hair (it looked a little dry and well...dead), red lips and a tight white dress that showed off her figure. She went over to Charlie and kissed his cheek, leaving a large red stain on it, "what took you so long babe?" she asked, a soothing French accent lingered on her lips as she spoke softly.

She began straightening the loose hair in his face as much as she could, "you look better when you have your hair like this," she said, moving his hair that was covering his forehead beckon his ear. She then nodded and grabbed his hand, storming off with him. I was stood there cold and left alone, "who are you again?" one of Charlie's friends asked, "oh, hi I'm Alex, I'm Charlie's roommate," I waved shyly and my face went a little red, I wasn't used it people talking to me. He then laughed a little and nudged a couple of boys next to him, "oi, this is Alex, you know, Charlie's roommate," he pronounced and the group burst into laughter. Why were they laughing at me?