Fanfiction [Charlie Gillespie]

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"Charlie?" I said confused. 

"Hi," He practically whispered.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, angrily.

"I just wanted to talk to you, Beckett," He said scratching the back of his neck.

"Charlie, I don't want to talk to you," I said going to close the door, but his foot stopped it.

'Beckett, please," He pleaded.

"Charlie, what the fuck are you doing here?" Laney said once she came into view.

"I just need to talk to Beckett," He said as I rolled my eyes.

"You have no right coming here after everything you've put me through," I said trying to shut the door again.

His head slumped down as Laney kicked his foot out of the door before shutting it and locking it. I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding in. Why did he think it was okay to even show up here? After everything he's done?

"What a fucking prick," Laney huffed as she walked towards the couch.

There was an anger building inside of me I had never felt before. All my feelings towards the situation finally coming out. I raced to my room before shutting it and locking it. Laney couldn't see me like this. 

I grabbed my laptop, quickly typing in Wattpad. I went towards the book before writing angrily.

'Charlie Gillespie was the most arrogant asshole I have ever met. The fact that he thinks just because he is famous he can do whatever he wants pisses me off. The things he told me were all lies. Never once did he feel something for me and now I finally know.'

I continued to type, bashing Charlie left and right through the character. No one would ever know this was real, right? I finished the small chapter I wanted to put out and slammed my computer shut, throwing it across the room. 

I couldn't believe after everything he has done to me he thought it would be okay to try and come talk to me.

"Beckett!" Laney screamed as she pounded on the door. "Open up!"

I ignored her and continued throwing things around my room, things breaking at impact. Breaking things didn't fix anything, I know that. But, I needed to get my frustration out somehow and I knew this was going to turn into a panic attack. They always do.

 I grabbed picture frames and threw them against my wall, the glass shattering immediately. I felt no remorse for any of this. This was Charlie's fault.

As I continued to throw things, I felt a pair of arms hug me from behind and just hold me. I was confused because they didn't feel like Laney's. I looked behind me and was met with Owen's bright blue eyes. How did he get here? Did he even know where I lived?

"Hey, you're okay," He whispered as he sat me down practically in his lap.

"How did you get here?" I ask as the tears silently fell from my face.

"Right now that doesn't matter," He said rubbing my arms. "Just breathe, okay?"

I hate that he was helping me when he didn't even have to. I don't know why or how he even got here. The blood pounded in my ears. My heart thudded in my chest. My hands shook. My feet tingled. My vision disfigured as if I were looking through a fish-eye lens.

 I had to get away. I couldn't stay near this damned apartment any longer. I couldn't look at it. There was too much of a risk of someone walking out of it and trying to talk me out of my attack. I was stranded. Drive, and I could cause an accident. Not drive, and I would suffer in this apartment.