HEARTSTOPPER FANFIC: HAPPY ENDING

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~TORI~

    Blood. Everywhere. I don't know what to do. I need to talk to him. I need to talk to my parents. But I don't know how. If I go to my mom she'll probably get mad at Charlie, because of what he did. That won't help. I should go to my dad, and tell him it's private. Okay. Here I go. Down the stairs, into the living room.
"Dad?" I ask.
"Yes, Tori?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure."
"In private?"
"Oh." That definitely caught him off guard. "If you need to." He gets up and I lead him around a corner.
"It's about Charlie."
"Oh, god." He says. "Victoria. Tell me."
"Umm..." This is very hard to say. "H-he, at least I think he did, b-but there's blood. O-o-on his razor."
"Blood?" My dad says in horror. "How much?"
"A-a-a lot."
"Oh, god. Charlie."
"What should we do?" I ask him.
"Can you call him in for me?"
"Yes." I say obediently.
"Okay."
"CHARLIE!!"
"Yeah?" Charlie replies in a tired voice. Maybe it's from blood loss. No. No, no, no, no, no.
"C-can you come h-here, please?" I have to actively try to stop my voice from quavering.
"Umm..." He says questionably, "Sure?" Then he walks over to me- us- and then stops. "Do you need anything?"
"Umm, Charlie," My dad starts, "Are you okay?"
"Yeeeaaahhh... Why?"
"Umm, well, can I just ask you to do a series of things?"
"Okay. Hit me." He replies.
"Okay. Please lift up your shirt." He says. I turn around at that part.
"What!?" He asks rather loudly.
"Charlie," My mom calls in, "Please keep your voice down."
"Yep!" Charlie says way too happily. "I'll be as quiet as a mouse!"
"Charlie." My mom says in a stern voice, "Is that sass?"
"Nope! Just my cheerful self!"
"Julio! Do you hear this!" My mom annoyingly shouts at my dad.
"It's okay, hun."
"Ugh. Fine. Back to cleaning I guess!"
"Anyways," My dad begins again, "Charlie I know this is weird, but I need you to lift up your shirt."
"NO!!!" Charlie protests.
"Charlie-" I start.
"I'm NOT taking off my shirt!" Charlie interrupts.
"Fine." My dad says, "I'm sorry, Charlie."
"Yeah, you shou- HEY!!!" In one foul movement my dad grabbed Charlie's shirt and pulled it up, revealing several patches of scabs.
"Explain." My dad says in a stern voice.
"I- What! How did you know?"
"Tori tol-"
"VICTORIA!" I'm taken back by the force of his shout.
"What?! I'm worried about you!!" I shout back.
"Guys what's going on-" My mom turns the corner, probably to see why we're shouting, and freezes. "Charlie,"
"Mom I-" He starts.
"Victoria, go to your room." She commands me, "NOW." I turn swiftly, careful not to let my tears escape. If my parents see me cry. No. Never. I'm almost to my room when something tugs at my pant leg.
"Oliver, what are you doing up here?"
"Mommy says to go up with you." He has tears in his eyes. "Victoria, why are they fighting?"
"Oh. Umm..." I don't know how to answer.
"Is Charlie going to-" He stops for a moment before continuing. "Is he going to die?"
"No, Oliver!!" I tried to reassure him, "No, no, no, he just- got hurt."
"How?" Oh, Oliver. Sweet innocent Oliver. Tears start to pool over my eyes, onto a puddle on the floor. So close.
"H-he f-f-fell." I didn't know I could sob and lie at the same time.
"Why are you crying?" Oh, god. Now he's starting to cry too. I pick him up, carry him into my room, and close the door. I hold him close to my chest, as we lay on my bed.
"No reason." I whisper to him. He can't know. Not yet. I don't know what time it is, but I think I cry myself to sleep, Oliver in my arms, and the sound of the shouting downstairs.