I heard a loud, ragged knock on the door.
I was the only light sleeper in this family. My head snapped up, and I ran to the door, checking who it was.
Sam?
Sam's brown hair was flopped against his forehead, panting evident in his body.
I opened the car door.
"Hey, Sam?" I called.
"Charlotte?" he asked.
"Hm?" I replied, my sleep not yet dissolved from my voice.
"Thank God, you're here, I was going to ask Peter for some help," he said, hugging me tightly.
My eyes widened. I pushed him off slightly.
"Why?" I whispered.
"I felt bad. Just the thought of you lying down in a dirty alleyway while I'm in a clean bed.." his voice trailed.
We stayed silent for a little.
"Well, I'd better go." he said, turning to leave.
But my voice surprised me.
"I'm ok, Sam. I'm fine."
Sam turned his head, and gave me a wary smile.
That boy ran everywhere to look for me.
For me.
When did I gather so much people who cared for me?
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I couldn't sleep that night.
By that, mean I didn't even try. Just the thought that-
Maybe I had found where I wanted to be. In high-school, not running place to place, spending my days looking for something to eat, maybe to steal. My world was twisted up, and now? It's slowly unraveling. I don't exactly know if I should be afraid. But I wasn't afraid. Which made me afraid.
Does this make sense?
I'm delirious right now. Literally my life has become a big ball of tangled yarn ever since I decided to walk into that high-school.
I got kidnapped. Sam died. Sam came back to life. I found out Peter has the same past as me. I made a friend.
It's too much. And sometimes? I feel like I want out. I want to be free. Of everything.
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We Broke
Mystery / ThrillerBut there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected. -- Her pare...