Fake || Charles Leclerc

Q U E S T I O N

"Morning Baby." I turned around seeing Ryle leaning on the kitchen counter.

A lump formed in my throat. Where did Charles go? I didn't want Ryle, I wanted Charles.

I turned away from Ryle grabbing my phone.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Ryle grabbed my arm forcing me to turn around.

"Stop Ryle."

"No you stop Maria. Stop pretending like you don't want me back. Stop pretending like you don't need me in your life." Ryle kept his hand on my arm.

"No i dont-" Ryle cut me off by squeezing my arm. "Ryle- Ryle stop."

"No. Not until you tell me how much you need me back." He glared at me.

I sighed.

Maybe I did need him. I mean when I was with him maybe he was a little controlling but I didn't have any problems and as soon as we broke up I started having problems.

"Cmon Mari, don't hide it my love." He let out a little smile.

I swallowed, "Yes.. I do need you, Ryle."

"See I told you." He smirked at me.

I couldnt say to him that I didn't need him, anytime I had said something he hadn't liked before he would resort to violence. I couldnt go through all of that again.

Ryle grabbed my wrists and smiled at me.

"What's going on?" Charles said from behind me.

I pulled away from Ryle and turned around seeing Charles. He was still in the same clothes from last night and he looked like he hadn't slept.

"Oh I see." Charles' eyes wandered between me and Ryle.

"Oh- no it's not-" I got interrupted by Ryle.

"Charles i think you should leave."

"What?" I turned back to Ryle.

"Well everything's good between us now baby. You don't need him." Ryle said.

The thing is I do need him.

"Say you don't need him." Ryle grabbed my wrists again squeezing.

"I-"

"Say it." Ryle said through gritted teeth squeezing my wrists even tighter.

Before I could say anything Charles scoffed walking out of the room.

I pulled away from Ryle. "I'm just going to go to the toilet."

"Okay. Oh and on your way tell him to get the fuck out of my house."

I looked down at my wrists seeing that they were beginning to bruise.

I swallowed hard and walked into my bedroom seeing Charles stuffing clothes into his bag.

"Charles-"

"Save it. How could you go back to him Maria? After everything." Charles looked up from his bag.

"No Charles it's not like that, I promise." I sighed sitting down on my bed.

"So what is it then?" He asked.

"I don't know I just." I took a deep breath. "I can't get hurt again."

"So are you saying if you were with me you would just get hurt?" He scoffed.

"No I'm not saying that, I'm saying I can't get hurt by Ryle again."

"So why the fuck would you act like that with him, you're only gonna lead him on you know." He laughed.