Charlotte's Story

Kool-Aid

Renee's POV:

Date: April 5, 2011
Title: Have I drank the kool-aid
Writer: Charolette 

I will not talk about how much I am in love.

I know you are all waiting to scroll on by if you see the word love more than six times in this post.

How was my life ever-interesting before Ryder?

How did I do anything without him?

He would kill for me, and I know I would take a bullet for him gladly. Because it would be a shame for the World to be without Ryder.

Okay, so maybe I was going to talk about how great my boyfriend is.

I am still getting used to that term. And I am still waiting for our first fight to occur; it is bound to happen, we cannot stay in the honeymoon stage forever. And I know many of you are waiting greedily for it to happen, and when it does happen, you will be the first to know. Stay tuned...

- Charolette

We dated for one year, eight months, and twelve days before we had our last fight together. That fight led to our breakup and broke my heart.

"Hey, babe," I said, walking through the apartment door, dropping my keys on the counter. Ryder looked up anytime I came home; this time, he was leaning over the living room table, reading something on his laptop. Mandy was sitting next to him. Her eyes became wide when she saw me looking at them.

"I have to go," she said, giving me a look; I couldn't place it; it was the last day I ever saw her.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked Ryder taking in his stance, and then I knew what he was looking at.

"Charlotte's Life" his voice was quiet; the pain in his words was evident.

"Yes," I said, sitting down next to him. He stood up walking to the center of the room.

"What is this?" Panic was in his voice.

"A blog," I said as if it was simple.

"A blog about me, about my family" he was looking at me with hate in his eyes.

"A blog about my life"

"About my family and me," he said through clenched teeth.

"Yes."

"You posted pictures of us, and people commented. Your real name is Charlotte...."

I stood and sat back down; he was glaring down at me. "Charlotte is my blog name. It is a pen name." I said, now seeing how it looked.

"Do you even hear yourself, Ren? Or Charlotte or whoever the hell you are."

"Ryder, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this," I pointed at the computer. "I was embarrassed. This is how I have paid for college, and the apartment. Just read it." I said, holding onto whatever I could.

"I've read enough" he walked out of the apartment, leaving me to read my blog. He was reading the post that had told everyone that his brother, Josh, liked me.    

I was gullible and didn't believe that we were over.

I waited for Ryder to come back, but Ryder didn't show up that night or the following day. I called his voicemail and explained that I had started the job my first day in Maine, but he never responded. 

Three days later, he showed up to the apartment, his hair disheveled, blue marks under his eyes.

He looked as bad as I did. He started to pack his items up.