Fake || Charles Leclerc

M A K E U P

Charles Leclerc
The bartender was stocking me up with drinks for hours on end. I wasn't sure what time it was and honestly I didn't care. I was truly bladdered and sad and just wanted my bed.

I slid the bartender who had being serving me a tip and stumbled out of the bar.

Once I had got home I walked though the door and saw a worried looking maria sitting on the sofa.

"Where have you been?" Maria stood up walking over to me.

I closed my eyes, "I need to sit down." I held my head.

"You're not sitting down before you tell me where the fuck you've been, it's 1am Charles."

I pushed past her going to sit down.

"What the fuck." She scoffed. "You've been out for hours. Left with no reason and didn't even bother to contact me."

"Maria just fuck off." I groaned pushing myself off the sofa and walking to my bedroom.

"Excuse me?" She followed me up the stairs.

I turned around on the stairs seeing her behind me.

"You heard me." I eyed her.

I walked into my bedroom and she quickly followed.

"If you really want to know where I was, I was at the bar, drinking my feelings away." I looked down at the floor. "Because- because you killed our baby." I suddenly felt angry but it was the alcohol talking.

"What?" She sounded like her heart had just broke.

"You- you killed our baby. If you were acting normal and- and not stressing out it would still be alive." I hiccuped as tears ran down Maria's face.

"It wasn't my fault." Maria sobbed. "I can't control stress. Nobody fucking can."

"It was your fault. You're just in denial and can't admit to it." I spat. "I'm going to bed."

"Charles please it wasn't my fault." Her voice was shaky as I glared at her.

I didn't say anything, I just stared at her.

"Fine. If that's what you want to believe." Maria glared storming out of the room.

I stumbled back into bed and switched the lamp off.

I pulled the covers up to my neck and quickly fell asleep.

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The next morning
I woke up with a sore head. I groaned holding my head and turning over in the bed.

That's weird. Maria wasn't there. Her spot was cold and looked like it hadn't been slept in.

I forced myself out of bed and walked down into the kitchen seeing maria zipping up a suitcase.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Why are you packing?" I asked as she looked up at me and then looked away. "Maria?"

"We need to be in Singapore by tonight, remember." She said with no emotion.

"Oh shit." I went to run upstairs when her words stopped me.

"I've already packed your stuff." She said as i smiled.

"Thank you my love." I walked over to kiss her which she dodged.

"Wha-"

"Are you seriously just going to act normal after last night, Charles?" She looked up at me with glossy eyes.

"Sorry what? Last night? What happened last night? I can't remember a thing." I chuckled.

"You said that I killed our baby."