A Movie Of Our Own

35

Charlotte

I look out the car window at the New York City night lights, admiring them because it's the only thing bringing me peace at the moment.

With everything that just happened with Chris, it feels as if I've been hit by a boulder. So many things are running through my head of how much this would affect my career if that tape went out. And obviously I don't want to date him, but it doesn't seem like that bad of a deal after all.

It's not like it'll be forever, this isn't permanent, so "dating" him, I guess you could call it — wouldn't do me any harm.

I need to talk to Micheal though, I can't believe he would actually do that! I've never done anything wrong to him, I've literally been through hell and back because of him and I've never told anyone.

This is how he repays me?

I'm calling him now, I don't want this stabbing me in the back a few years later.

I quickly open my purse and dig through it and find my phone. I quickly open my contacts and quickly scroll all the way to the bottom to find Micheal's contact. I haven't spoken to him in years. Now it just feels like I'm living the same nightmare again but with a different villain.

I quickly press the call button and wait for it to ring a few times before he finally picks up.

"Hello Charlotte." I hear him say.

"What can I do for you? Do you miss me?" He laughs.

I roll my eyes, "Cut it out Micheal." I snap.

"Why the hell do you have a video of us.." I swallow the spit in my throat.

"A video of what?" He asks.

"A sex tape god damn it." I spit out.

"Ohhh that." He laughs.

"Wait what?" He asks, shocked by the news.

"Who the hell showed you it?" He asks.

"Chris Bolton, do you know why he's trying to blackmail me with that video by any chance?" I ask, tapping my foot on the car floor.

"I'm not sure why actually, I've never given any video to him." He scoffs. "I'm not even sure why he would say I would give anything to him. I've never talked to the little bastard anyways, what does he want with you?" He says.

"It's none of your business Micheal. Anyways, that's all I needed to know, thank you." I sigh.

"You know Charlotte, I've been thinking about us, now that you've called and I.."

"You have a wife, Micheal, I'm hanging up now." I say as I hang up the phone immediately.

My hand goes to my head as I rub my temples, trying my best to eliminate the stress. If Michael didn't give Chris the video, who did then? That means that he isn't the only one with it.

I should've asked him more questions, but he is such a creep, I couldn't handle being on the phone with him any longer.

The car comes to a stop, "We're here Evans." My driver speaks.

I look out the window and see Brooke's place waiting there, but I just can't stand to see her right now. "Thank you." I say, opening the door and closing it behind me.

I then start walking the opposite direction of Brooke's place, into the dark night of New York. I don't know where I'm going, but I just need to be by myself.

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Brooke

Charlotte should've been done ago, where the hell is she?