A Mialotte Story: Good in a crisis

The messages

TW: Upsetting and threatening language, Disturbing images, Sexual Harassment

"Mia?" Charlotte spoke softly, giving her girlfriend a light shake in attempt to wake her. Charlotte was wide awake with her thoughts and worries. She needed to unburden herself before her momentum dissipated, letting herself become consumed for another day. Mia was still fast asleep and only murmured slightly in response, patting her chest lightly for Char to lie on.

Charlotte found herself staring at Mia for a moment whilst she slept peacefully, the corner of her mouth turning up slightly into a smile as she admired her girlfriend's natural beauty radiating in the morning light. "Mia, it's important" Charlotte pushed, playing with Mia's hair that was all tangled and knotted from a good nights sleep.

Mia turned over to face her sweetheart, opening her eyes slowly as she tried to wake herself up. She wanted desperately to devote her full attention to Charlotte, anticipating what she may want to talk about and understanding why the need was so urgent. "I'm listening" the redhead said in her raspy, morning tone.
The two lovers were now lying face to face in bed with one hand each interlinked with the other's, ready to approach whatever may be bothering Charlotte.

Charlotte took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to open up. She wasn't even sure how she could put this into words and she feared Mia's reaction. "Take your time, baby" Mia reassured, squeezing Char's hand.
"When I checked my phone on my lunch break Friday, there was a message from this guy who used to work at the nursery, Adam." Mia hummed at every little pause, signalling to Charlotte that she was listening closely.
"Well, he was just being friendly at first, you know, asking how I am, how it's been so long since he saw me. The typical formalities. So...I replied, just being friendly back."

Mia's eyes narrowed slightly, wondering where this was going. She knew her sweetheart was too nice for her own good, and Mia loved that about her. Charlotte was always so positive and assumed the best in people, some may even go as far to call her naive. However, it has on occasion lead to her own demise. Not everyone was as pure and good-hearted as Char.

"Anyway, I messaged him and thought nothing more of it...until"
"You checked your phone after work?" Mia interjected delicately. Charlotte now looked as though she was at a loss as to how Mia could know that. "I spoke to Carly" the redhead explained, hoping that Charlotte would comprehend how concerned she had been.
"Oh. Well, he had sent a couple of messages since my response and..." Charlotte hesitated, beginning to feel uncomfortable at the thought of Adam's messages. Her girlfriend gave her hand another squeeze coupled with a comforting gaze, prompting Char to continue.
"He said that he heard me and my husband had separated and that I was now with a woman...he also sent a photo."
"Char?" Mia encouraged as Charlotte swallowed before continuing.
"He sent a photo of his dick and captioned it, look at what you're missing out on. It made me feel uncomfortable, so I ignored it, but more messages kept coming through and they got progressively more threatening each time."

Mia's blood started to boil, and her face said it all. Charlotte could see the redhead was furious, as expected. She just hoped that Mia didn't go out and do something stupid to get herself hurt again. "He even sent a video of himself" Charlotte confessed timidly, feeling slightly embarrassed as she wondered if she had brought this on herself. She hated the idea of Adam thinking that her being nice was encouraging him in some way. Would he have still persisted had she not answered at all?

Mia tried to compose herself, realising the upset in Char's face and that it took her a lot of bravery to open up like this. "Thank you for telling me, sweetheart" Mia said putting her spare hand out to cup Charlotte's face. "Would you feel comfortable with letting me see the messages?" Charlotte gave Mia a nod and reached for her phone, handing it over.