CHOOSE ME!

Part 7

Alex's pov
I was woken up by a loud slam of the door and stomping footsteps. My head was banging and my memory from last night was non existent. What did I do? Everything seems normal so far and there's no one in my bed. I rubbed my eyes and slowly got up from my bed to see what all the noise was.

Charlie was in the kitchen bumping around pots, pans and was in and out of cupboards. "What's with all the noise?" I asked, yawning and stretching. He turned around and revealed large purple marks, some with teeth marks in them, from his girlfriend I suppose. He shrugged and went back to being the arrogant cold person he always was, but something felt different this time.

I walked over to him and gently touched one of the marks on his collarbone, "rough night, huh?" I asked trying to sound less heartbroken. He slapped my hand off and shrugged, "is something wrong?" I asked as he took some toast into his room, "did I do something wrong?" I shouted after him. He slammed his door but soon came back out with an empty plate, it was like he had inhaled the toast, "how much do you remember from last night?" Charlie asked. He didn't look up from his hands on the kitchen counter once and his voice seemed almost hurt. I shook my head, "I remember arriving and that's it really." He gave me a painful glare, "I'm going to shower now," was the last thing he said before storming off.

Charlie's pov
How could he have forgotten everything? Why am I so mad that he did? Shit, what happened to Annabelle? Did she find out? (His girlfriend 🙄)

I leant my hands on the shower wall, the hot water burning on my purple marks, I hoped they disappeared like this new feeling of sadness. Small tears welled in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks as I reminisced from last night. When he told me we couldn't go any further I respected and understood that but something made me feel as though my heart had shattered into a million pieces.

Flashback from last night
I ran back to my room and put on some more comfortable clothes and stormed out. I wasn't drunk so I was fine to drive, I got into the car and drove, I put on his favourite song and went as far as I could.

The only place I could think to go was the beach my mum used to take me to. I sat in the sand with my bare feet in the cold sea, I ran my fingers over the new red marks that began to turn purple. What happens now? Did he only do that because he was drunk? Was I slowly developing feeling for this boy?
End of flashback

Then I heard a loud knock on the door, "you've been in there a while, is everything ok?" Alex asked through the door. Why did he care so much now? I turned off the shower, and put a towel around my waist, grabbed my clothes and walked out. His eyes stared at me sadly and then I pushed passed him to go to my room. I sat on the end of my bed, my head in my hands and stared at the floor. Did I ever actually love Annabelle?

I then heard a small squeal, it sounded like it came from the bathroom. Shit. Alex. Did he burn himself? I do like the shower burning hot. I put on some clothes and ran to the bathroom. I heard a loud thud on the floor, the shower still running and heavy breathing rose through the air. I banged on the door and got no reply, just loud sobs getting louder. I then twisted the door knob and realised it wasn't locked, I swung open the door and found Alex crying on the floor, his skinny arms covering his shoulders. He saw them didn't he?