Ophélie

Part 42

I'm sitting at the kitchen counter, going over the seating arrangements again when I get a text from Arthur.

"We'll be at the house in 5 minutes to kidnap Charles for his bachelor's. Just go with it."

I laugh lightly, this is going to be fun.

I wait until I see Arthur's car rolling up so that I can open the gate for him.

Arthur, Pierre, Lorenzo, and Michael jump out of his car and run towards the front door, I open it for them and Arthur stops and looks at me.

"Where is he?" he asks.

"In his game room." I laugh.

Arthur, Pierre, and Michael bolt up the stairs, and I see that Michael has a pillowcase in his hand.

I hear screaming from upstairs, and Pierre telling Charles not to fight it. I feel my eyes go wide and they come downstairs, Pierre and Michael holding Charles' feet, and Arthur holding under his arms.

Lorenzo puts his hand gently on my shoulder. "Je promets qu'on ne le tuera pas." (I promise we won't kill him.)

"Thank you," I whisper.

He smiles at me before he runs out to the car where the guys have managed to get Charles into the backseat.

I watch them drive off before shutting the door and going back to my seating arrangements.

When I'm happy with the seating arrangement I make myself a bowl of popcorn and head upstairs to watch a movie.

Somewhere during the movie, I fell asleep, and now I'm waking up to notification after notification on my phone.

I stretch and grab my phone, checking the time before I pull down the notifications tab. It's two in the morning.

I frown as I see that I have multiple mentions on Instagram and Twitter.

I go into Instagram and my heart drops when I click on the first notification. People are tagging me in pictures that were taken of Charles at the club tonight. But it's not just Charles, it's pictures of him and his ex-girlfriend, Charlotte. She's got his arms wrapped around his waist and around his neck in some photos, and in others, she's kissing his cheek. He's smiling in all of them.

My heart starts pounding, this is not happening.

I feel tears start rolling down my face and wipe away at them angrily, how dare he do this!

I phone the first person I can think of.

"Ophelia, what's wrong?"

"Can I stay with you?"

"What?"

"Please, I can't be here right now. Can I stay with you?"

"Uh, sure."

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

I cut the call and quickly change into a pair of sweatpants, I throw some stuff in a bag and rush outside to the car.

"Do not cry until you are there." I scold myself, wiping at my new tears.

I take a deep breath as I pull out of our driveway, focusing on the road and willing myself not to cry. I still can't believe this is fucking happening.

I've just switched the car off when the door opens and Daniel pulls me out of the car, holding me tightly. I allow the tears I've been holding back to wash over, sobbing violently in his arms.

"Shhh, Ophelia, it's okay. It's okay." he soothes. He takes my hand, shuts the car door, and leads me into his house.

He leads me to the living room and makes me sit on the couch.