Truthbreaker (2) -Charlie Conway

Charlie Freaking Conway

Charlie Conway's POV

Ok. You got this Charlie. Just a simple knock, that's it. Nothing to it.

It seemed like my thoughts of support were not working one bit, because there I stood, like a statue in front of Lyla's room. Every thing in my body was aching to open the door, but for some reason, I was frozen.

This isn't a difficult task, though. So why was I having trouble fulfilling it? Could it be that avermans disgusting and totally not true words were getting to me? Cause ever since I left my room, I felt the tight knot in my stomach grow bigger. Nah. I thought. I was just looking out for a friend.

A friend. Just a friend. An acquaintance. A bro-dude friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

Wait. A friend? That's what I'm referring to my 7 year mortal enemy too? When did this happen? I felt my palm become clammy and I took a deep breath, wondering if avermans words were true. In all my years of knowing the boy, he has never once cared about confronting me with my feelings. So why now? does that mean that his words could be possible? Am I just in denial? Is my whole life just a lie—

"Ok, we're off, Lyla! See you in a bit!" Connie's voiced boomed from inside the room. I was so caught up in whatever I was feeling to notice that it wasn't only Lyla in the room. I felt my heart beat even louder and hastily turned around and speed walked down the hallway. I heard the door of the room open but I dare look back. I just needed some time alone with my thoughts.

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The winding hallways and banquet rooms led me and a 30 minute walk with my thoughts back to Lyla's door again. The grainy wooden texture was just shy of my nose as I stood there, staring.

In those 30 minutes I spent pondering my existence, I finally came up with a liable excuse. I was beyond shocked by it, but I figured now is the time to stop being stupid. I think Lyla deserves to know my thoughts. It was now or never.

My arm slowly raised to form a fist, and just as I was about to knock, the door swung open, revealing lyla.

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Lyla Mitchell's POV

There i was, pacing back and forth in my room, letting my thoughts wrap around my whole body, tightening their grasp each second. I felt like I was suffocating. Suffocating in my feelings. Feelings about a boy. Feelings about Charlie.

What was going on with him? He seemed so lost in his mind, and he definitely wasn't the same Charlie I've despised for 7 years. He was different. He was nice now. But I don't know why.

I needed to talk to him. Right now.

As I flopped back on my bed with a sigh, I soon remembered about the small makeup test miss Mackay was giving to us tomorrow. Even with my small nap in class, I still knew the subject and what was going on. That test would be the least of my worries I had right now. And I had a lot.

Thoughts about my dad came flooding into my mind as I pictured him in pure pain, sitting in a hospital room, while knowing you might die. As tears stung my eyes I imagined him lying in bed, accompanied by a loving wife, who cares so deeply about him, and a great son, who is the strongest person alive, and just made varsity in a great school.

But no daughter.

Cause while he's in bed, I'm living my dream, hanging out on the beach, playing hockey, about to get a scholarship to a school even farther away from him. How could I possibly be this selfish? I constantly lied to myself and others, saying I was ok, but deep down, I was the farthest from ok.