Stray Hearts // Charlie Gillespie

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•play Hallelujah by Allison Crowe while listening to this. It'll put you in the right feels•

I sat on his bed while Charlie paced back and forth. He's acting strange, and I hated seeing him like this.

It was so quiet, I could even hear his breathing. Everyone in the living room was silent. I couldn't hear them talk.

I hated this. It made my nerves even worse. He looks at me, worry in his eyes. "We need to talk." He breaks the silence.

I don't say anything, so I just sit there. His eyes start to tear up, so he sits down. He takes a deep breath before talking.

"I think we need to break up." I felt like I just got stabbed in my chest. But I didn't hear him right.

I couldn't have. "What?" I ask speaking up. "I want to break up with you." I shake my head.

I was speechless. I couldn't even think of what to say. "You're joking right?" I ask, anger coming out.

He shook his head no. "I don't want you anymore." Another knife to my chest. "Why?" I ask, my voice breaking.

"You're just not good enough." My lip quivered but I didn't want to cry. "You're breaking my heart." I tell him.

I couldn't tell if he looked sad or not. "I just don't want you around anymore." I accidentally let a tear slip.

I quickly wipe it. "What about the night at the restaurant? You said you couldn't live without me." I remind him.

"It was a lie. I never loved you." I can't take this anymore. "Please don't do this. We can work through this." I cry.

I lightly touch his bicep as he jerks away. "Is there someone else?" I whisper. It makes since.

Why he would want to leave so suddenly. He shook his head no. His Adams apple bobbed as he looked at me.

"I never loved you. It was lies, every single thing I've told you." I had anger in my body. "Fuck you!" I scream.

I don't care who can hear me. "I should've never fallen in love with you. If this is love, I do not want it. Take it from me." I push past him.

I open the door to see everyone was silent. Owen had tears in his eyes. "I'm guessing you all knew?" I ask harshly.

They really were saying goodbye to me. They didn't even look at me. "Fuck me." I run out the apartment and drive home.

When I get home, I couldn't even get out the car. I just lean my head on the steering wheel.

I started crying my eyes out. My whole world left me. I screamed, letting it all out. There was a tap on my window.

I look to see who it is. Warren was looking at me worriedly. "What's wrong?" I get out of the car, not stopping my crying.

"It was a lie, the whole thing." I tell him. He looked at me confused. "Charlie never loved me." He looked at me softly.

"Come here." He opened his arms up as I push past him. I don't want a hug. I want something stronger.

He followed me, obviously worried. I grab my vodka and a shot glass, not caring. "Talk to me, please." He begged.

"Do you understand? I let him in. I don't let people in." I pour a shot, letting the burning liquid burn my throat.

I start to pour another one. "They've taken him from me. I needed him, and they've broken me."

I take one shot after the next. The more I drank, the angrier I got. I grab my keys, not feeling much.

"Taylor, you're not driving." Warren spoke. I don't listen as I just walk. I get into my car as he stops me.

"Please, you don't know what you're thinking." Warren begged. I start my car and start driving.

I wanted to fix this. I couldn't let Charlie and I end like this. When I get to his apartment, I knock on his door.

I could hear they were still there. "Open the door please." I knock. There was nothing. It got quiet.

"I'm begging you, just open the door." I beg. Jeremy opened the door, his face was red. I look behind him.

Charlie was on the couch, clearly crying. Owen and Lauren were next to him. "You reek of alcohol." Jeremy spoke up.

"That doesn't matter, can I talk to Charlie?" I ask as he shakes his head. "I'm sorry. He doesn't wanna talk to you."

He closed the door on my face, making me upset. I'm getting shut out by everyone.

"Are you doing this because you care about me?" I ask angrily. I hope they can all hear me.

"If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn't have broken up with me in the first place!" I yell as they listen.

"But you did! You fucking did!" I could hear a few sniffles. "So, open the God damn door!" I punch the shit out of his door.

I waited for a few seconds. But there was nothing. "Open the door!" I yell. "I can't." I hear Jeremy speak.

I tell him to open the door several times, getting louder every time. But they never opened the door.

I started sobbing, I couldn't control it. "You did this to me. You fucking did this to me, Charlie." I cry.

I could hear a cry from inside, but I didn't care. "The least you can do, is open the God damn door and fix it!" I yell.

Once again, there was nothing. "I'm so fucking serious. If you don't open this door, right now, I swear to God I will hate you."

"I will hate you til the day I fucking die!" I scream. "I'm sorry." I hear Jeremy apologize. I scream while hit the door again.

"You fucking did this to me!" I scream, cry, and hit the door. I slide down, feeling like I'm in agonizing pain.

I've never felt like this before. But it hurts like hell. After crying at the door for the longest time, I realized they weren't going to let me in.

So I got up and went home. Warren was on my steps waiting for me, I was completely numb.

He comes over to me and embraces me. I just want something to take all this pain away. We sit on the steps, me leaning my head on his shoulder.

All I have is Warren. "Why does it hurt so much?" I ask crying into his arms. "Because it was real." He rubbed my back up and down.

I close my eyes, a tear going down my face. I put my head in my knees and start balling my eyes.

"Just please, bring me something to take this pain away." I cry out. There's one thing I've learned out of this.

A happy ending is never a promise. It's a wish.

•end of book one•