Chapter 6

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~Rebecca's POV~

"What did I do wrong?"

"Bec, just give him time. He's been mourning you for months, and then he finds out you are alive and didn't bother to tell him. He feels rejected, unimportant, and he's angry that he went through the pain of losing you in vain. He also will expect an explanation. Give him space, he'll come around." Brielle returned to the novel she was reading. "A peace offering might help as well."

"Thanks Brie. What kind of peace offering?"

"Anything he likes."

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*Knock Knock*

"Who is it?" was Charlie's hostile response.

I opened the door slowly, to avoid answering him. He was sitting on a brown couch, eating ice cream, and watching TV. He turned around and glared at me. If looks could kill...

"Go away Rebecca." His voice was laced with anger.

I placed the cookies beside him and hurried out of the room. Closing the door behind me, I leant against the wall in anguish. He really did hate me. How was I meant to give him an explanation if he refused to listen to me?

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