Losing It ~ TeenWolf

Part 70

Charlotte

When we got home, I didn't know what to say, I don't really think there was anything to say.

Theo and Stiles went home leaving me and Liam alone. I didn't want to stay with Stiles, I just needed to be alone for the night.

I went up the stairs and sat on my bed, pulling out my phone and looking at some of my Snapchat memories.

I looked at all of the ones that Amy was in. Starting off with some of the earliest ones in my camera role, we had some strange filter on and it made us both look ridiculous but at the time we thought it was amazing.

After crying for a good hour or so, I went into the bathroom and changed into my pyjamas from before and took my medication and then went back to my bed.

Even though I told him to stay at home, I wanted to talk to Stiles.

I called him and he picked up quickly.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah I just wanted to hear your voice."

"I know today was hard for you but I'm proud that you went, I know it meant a lot to Amy's parents to see you."

"I'm glad I went too."

"What time are we leaving on Friday?"

"You can come round at 12 and we can leave at whatever time after that."

We talked a little bit more but Stiles told me to got to sleep because apparently I sounded tired.

I promised that I would come round at some point the next day to make sure he was fully packed.

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I fell asleep pretty late after scrolling through my Instagram and deleting some old pictures, it felt as if I was clearing everything out. It felt refreshing.

I woke up later than I intended but I had no where I desperately needed to be and it was only 1 anyway. I went into the bathroom, took my pills and then went downstairs where I was confronted with my mother sat at the island with a coffee and a newspaper, her reading glasses pushed far up her nose.

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of coke, opening it and taking a long drink.

"I see you've packed. Where are you going?" She asked finally not looking go away from the paper.

"I'm leaving. With Stiles." I said coldly. I still wasn't on good terms with her.

"When will you be back?"

"I'm not sure but I might be gone for a while."

"Why are you leaving?"

"I need to finish some business." I said calmly. I didn't care what she thought of what I was going to do, it didn't concern her.

"Are you going to kill that woman your father was with?" She asked.

"Why does that concern you?"

She let the newspaper fall to the counter and I could see she was on the verge of crying. "Because you are my child, my first baby and now you're leaving me again!" She sobbed.

I didn't have an ounce of sympathy for that woman. "Um, excuse me? I didn't leave the first time, you practically forced me out the door. And it's not like you wanted to see me. You hardly contacted me at all for four years. I was dying on a hospital bed and you sat here, unbothered." There was so much more I wanted to say but she was already in hysterics.

"I couldn't see you like that! I knew it was my fault and I didn't want to see you in hospital because of me!"

"I would have been in hospital if you hadn't sent me away. Couldn't you see I needed help? Not to be abandoned." I couldn't care less about what I was saying, her waterworks didn't bother me and frankly, I was glad she was crying.

"Please Charlotte, understand me, you were sick-" she started.

"So you're solution was to send me away?" I scoffed when she didn't answer.

I walked up the stairs and got changed and then slammed the door behind me as I walked outside.

Stiles hadn't been at school all day as he wanted to pack and I was a little concerned that he was missing out on school, he didn't need to but he didn't seem to mind.

When I got to his house I knocked on the door and was met with Stiles.

I was still angry at my mother but everything seemed to melt away when he grabbed my jaw in his hand and kissed me softly.

We walked up stairs and all of his clothes and bags were set out on his bed. He talked me through his organisation, and even though it wasn't very organised I could see where his thinking was.

He had more bags than me because his entire life had been collected in his room but it wasn't as much as I was anticipating.

We got to work straight away and it didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would to finish everything off.

We went downstairs and ate some food and then Stiles drive me home.

I finished packing all of my things, took my pills and went to sleep.

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I woke up and immediately got out of bed, it was moving day and Stiles would be here in twenty minutes. I didn't k ow how to react.