Unreliable

6 - bloody confession

Trigger/Content Warning: Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Gore, Mentions of Pedophilia, Mentions of Self-harm, Stalking and Violence

Courtney's POV

"It's my ex-boyfriend. Wyatt. He's been stalking me for the past few weeks. Since I started dating you, Charles." I clear the silence in the room as I lift up my head a little, facing him. His face is as pale as a ghost.

"He started a few years ago, actually. But it's only gotten worse now. And, to say that this hasn't taken a big toll on my mental health is a deliberate lie. I act like it doesn't bother me, like it's not there, but deep inside me, I wonder, is he right? Is he right about me being a homewrecker and fucking the whole grid?"

"He's not right, mon amour. He's manipulating you." He starts brushing my hair which makes me feel more comfortable. "He wants you back? That's what he wishes?" Charles asks and I nod slightly, indicating yes.

"Yeah, but I don't want to get back together with him. He's fucking abusive. I remember going to filming everyday and having severe back and leg pain. It- It was truly horrible, and I don't want to ever experience that again, and I never want someone to experience that as well."

"How'd he... abuse you?" Charles continues the interrogation as I lift my head up slightly, showing a tear. "I'm so sorry if you're not comfortable saying anything."

"No, no, it's alright, Charles. It's alright. He came home from work, and he instantly locked the bedroom door and just slapped me and choked me for god knows how long."

"And you were together for how long?"

"One year. One fucking year, Charles."

I start sobbing uncontrollably as Charles pulls me into his crotch, brushing my hair, trying to calm me down and succeeding.

"Do you want anything for dinner?" His cute and hot French accent asks as I sit back down normally.

"No. Thanks." Charles gets up and goes to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

"Hold on... If Wyatt got these photos, then it means that he was there in Bahrain, at the hotel, because they don't allow the press in that area. But the hotel is an incredibly famous hotel venue!" I exclaim, having a literal fucking Eureka! moment.

"Yes?" Charles asks me to continue as he sips his near frozen bottle of water.

"Which means that they allow cameras in the hotel. So, Wyatt could've gotten those photos easily. Either someone took it for them or... Shit!"

"What's wrong, Courtney?"

"Wyatt put a tracker on me. I found something weird etched into my pants the other day and I didn't make anything of it..."

"Yes?"

"Do you have a strong stomach?"

"Uhhh, depends on the context."

"Fuck, Charles! Can you see blood and not vomit all over the fucking place?!" I exclaim as I take out a small gun out of my back pocket.

"Woah, woah, woah, Courtney... What the FUCK are you doing?!" He puts his hands up in the air and backs up behind the counter.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna shoot you."

"Then who are you going to shoot?"

"A visitor." I hear the doorbell ring and I point my gun at the door.

"Courtney, I know you're in there god damn it! Open the fucking door you bitch!" Wyatt knocks aggressively as I continue pointing the gun at the door, signaling Charles to get behind me.