My driver | charlos

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Charles pov:

After the call in the afternoon, I did not receive any more calls from him
It was past midnight And he hadn't come home yet

I raised my hand and looked at my fingers
I should go with him
Maby he is hurt now , is he fine?

I was looking at my fingers, which are still a little numb and injured from last night
With Looking at them, I remember last night
The way he slowly opened my fist

The touch of his hands injected blood into my cheeks
I knew I was blushing And tried my best to hide it
I tried my best not to say -you can hold my hand until morning -

I looked from my fingers to my wrist The image of his hands wrapping around my wrist was in front of my eyes

since morning I repeated many times in my mind
The way he expertly pinned me to the wall
while speaking His hot breath hits the skin of my neck And my heart rate was crazy high

It was like I had no strength to move With that small movement, I felt so weak against him I couldn't even hit him away

I punched my hand and went to my phone

Repeated the messages I had given him

"Carlos, did you come from there? "
"are you okay?"
"Why don't you answer your phone?"
" Carlos, just say that everything is fine"
" are you safe?"

But none of them had been answered
I didn't want to call him again I knew it was going to remain unanswered

The sound of the door made me pull myself together and turn towards it

"Carlos? "I said with concern

I saw him raise his head and stare at me when he heard my voice
His face and hair were messy It was as if something had seriously disturbed him

I went to him angrily
"What the fuck are you been? Why don't you answer your phone? "
"I'm sorry "He said in a low voice

I stared at him in shock
This was the first time I heard this word from him

" are you okay?
He was taking his eyes off me And he did not look at me
"yes" He said and wanted to pass by
I stopped him
"Did you find who did that? "He raised his eyes and stared at mine
"answer me" I almost ordered
"yes "His voice was barely audible
" who is he?"
I asked nervously
" Charles.."
" Who??"
I said loudly

He didn't answer and just stared at me
"Carlos, before you went to that man, you said you gona find out who wanted to hurt me,
And now you know , why don't you tell me??? "
I almost shouted

" I came home now, becuse i was hoping at this hour you are sleeping ,
That I can run from you and doesn't answer this damn question!"
He shouted back
He took a deep breath
"Please don't ask me" said quietly
" do i know him ?"I said
He clutched his hair nervously
"who is it ?Carlos, answer me "
"Arthur!" He said loudly

I stared at him confused
" who is arthur ?"
"Arthur Leclerc, your brother!"
I stared at him in shock I don't know how many minutes but I just stared at him
It was like I was waiting for him to take back his words

But he didn't do it
And with eyes that were more confused now He was staring at me
" No, it is not possible" I denied it
He took out his phone from his pocket and held it in front of my face
Arthur's face was recorded on their cameras
" I wished it wasn't him, but he is"
He said and put the phone in his pocket

I don't know if it was the sound of my heart breaking or something else But I heard it clearly

I took a few steps back and sat on the sofa and hugged my knees
" Does that mean I was hiding from my brother all this time? "I grinned and said in disbelief