The most painful thing ever is...
having feelings for someone you can't be with
I wake up to the bright lights shining into the room. I look around seeing an empty space next to me in the bed. He was here last night. I get out of bed walking to the washroom to do my business before exiting the room. I walk down the hall hearing chattering from one room. I slowly open the door seeing Shawn, Chase and Logan. Today Logan's wearing a suit instead of yesterday's attire. Chase and Shawn are dressed in simple business casual outfits.
"Hi," I greet knocking on the door even though it's already open. I make my presence known. Chase is sitting down on a chair and holds his hand out. I take it and he pulls me onto his lap and I let out a small squeal. He kisses my cheek a few times.
"Sleep good?" He asks.
"The best. Logan you have the best mattresses," I compliment turning my head to him.
"Thanks Lucky Charms. Imported from Italy," he says.
"Fancy," I comment as he types on his laptop.
"Charm do you have a middle name or other name," he asks. I furrow my eyebrows at Chase confused why he'd ask me such a question.
"Looking for your parents," Chase whispers and I smile widely.
"Charmainley is my full name," I answer, hugging Chase tightly.
"Charmainley!" Logan exclaims, shocked.
"Not the same," Chase says, calming him down. "What's your middle name babe," he asks me.
"Easton! E-A-S-T-O-N," I spell out loud. I jump off Chase's lap and look over Logan's shoulder seeing him enter my name as Charmainley Easton Finely into his laptop.
"0 results," Logan breathes out.
"That's because Finley isn't my real last name. I got that from my adoptive parents. It's Knight," I correct. A few weeks ago it came back to me. "Charmainley Easton Knight!"
"What?!" All the boys jump when I say my real name. Chase and Logan are now standing up with Shawn and their jaws are dropped.
"What?" I question, confused.
"Nothing Charm, just go downstairs there's breakfast. We'll figure this out," Chase says. He rarely calls me Charm. Like ever, even when he's mad he still calls me Luck most of the time. He hasn't called me Charm in months.
"I-"
"It's waffles and milkshakes, your favourite. AJ and Hendrix are there too," Shawn smiles weakly at me.
What the hell is going on?
"Go Charm," Chase says, not even looking at me. I turn around walking out of the room. I'm not going to cry, I tell myself. Fuck him.
After 20 minutes of roaming through this giant ass mansion I still can't find the kitchen or front door. You know what I'll just leave.
I hit speed dial 1 on my phone as I open a window in the living room. I can't find anything. This is like the fifth living room. I hop out the window as someone picks up my call.
"What's up C," I hear. I smile at the friendly tone given.
"Need you. Where are you," I ask.
"Bridgetown. Kind of far," he says.
"Not when I'm in Bridgetown too. Use my shared location to find me," I tell him and begin walking down a street. Within a few minutes Walker's red SF90 ferrari pulls up next to me. He rolls down the window and I see him wearing black sunglasses and his lucky black shirt. I open the door and sit down as he drives off.
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An Ocean of Bad Blood
Teen FictionShe's troublesome. He lives for trouble. Both embedded with their own secrets and lies. A girl who's self-destruction leads her to a camp for delinquents. But the trouble doesn't stop there. Still mysteries and pieces to put together. Every single p...
