"Please just listen to me." Charlotte begs, sticking her head through my window. I sigh.
"Get in." She grins at me and hops into the passenger side.
"Why?" I whisper. She looks down at her hands, picking her words carefully.
"With Ralph things are different." she starts.
"And with me it wasn't? I was there for you when no one else was. I lied for you, looked after you, let you stay with me when you needed to. I loved you." I whisper, trying not to cry.
"I'm sorry Dan. I love you, I really do."
"THEN WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME LIKE THAT?!" I yell at her. She stares at me in shock, her words lost for a moment.
"Do you love him?" I ask her, my hands shaking on the steering wheel.
"No I don't love him. But I need him."
"Need him?! What do you need him for?"
"Support."
"Support with what, Charlotte?"
"I'm pregnant." She whispers, choking on her words. My head snaps up, staring at her.
"And it's his?"
"Yes. I'm so sorry."
"Get out." I mutter.
"What?"
"Get out! Get out of my car, get out of my head, get out of my life! Just get out! Go! I don't want to see you again!" My body shakes and she begins to cry, gentle, elegant tears that slide down her cheeks silently.
"Dan please don't do this." She begs me, gripping onto my arm. I shake her off, shoving her roughly away from me.
"Get the fuck out." I mutter.
"I need you." She whispers before sliding out of the car and running into the apartment building, now sobbing. I have to take a few minutes to calm myself before I can even start to drive back. My hands are shaking with anger and despair. Everything is ruined, my happiness ripped from me. I don't dare go home. I find myself driving to Janna and Kyles, breathing heavy and my brain numb.
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Mr Smith, Miss Jackson.
FanfictionLead singer of Bastille, Dan Smith, has fallen in love with a strange, enticing girl from a completely different world to his. Her name is Miss Jackson. Despite her at times brash exterior, she's sweet and sensitive with a dark past. Can Dan learn...
