Pretty little promises (Mialotte)

Chapter 8 | What if they win?

(Mia's pov)

Usually, I'm not very good and dealing with or expressing any form of emotion, so dealing with Charlotte didn't seem like it was going to be easy. To my surprise, I thought I did quite well at comforting her, maybe it's because she reminds me of how I was when Roger first got to me - miserable and hurt. Although we both have horrific pasts, we really are nothing alike, opposites if you will. Even if we aren't similar, I still felt heartbroken for her, it was like she was a lost pup looking for it's new home. I guess I could be her new home. We may only be fifteen but I know we could have a strong friendship. So yes, I did offer if she would like to stay at mine tonight, little did I know she would say yes. This is our first sleepover!

The wind blew lightly, blowing our long hair into our faces and making both me and Charlotte giggle. Wait.. did I giggle? Oh my, I better not become all-cutesy like her. Anyway, after a while of just chatting, we decided it would be best if we headed back to mine soon, before the wind became harsher.

As we stood up, I asked Charlotte the following question -
"Charlotte, do you have any nicknames I can call you?"
Cheerfully, the brunette responded,
"Yeah, I do! Most people call me Char but anyone who's really close, calls me Lottie."
"That's so cute. Char it is!" I smiled.

Eventually, we arrived at my house and Char immediately had a mood change. I took a mental note before taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs to my bedroom.

"Wow! Your room looks amazing!" The new girl gushed.

After giving her a kind-hearted thank you, I asked politely,

"Would you like to borrow some pjs?"

"Oh, yes please! I'll have any as long as they're not red.." she replied sweetly yet sadly.

"Why not red?" I questioned.

"Oh umm.." Before being able to finish, tears welled up in her eyes again and this time, instead of allowing me to attempt comforting her, she sprinted off. Deeply, I inhaled before chasing after her until I realised she had locked herself into my bathroom.

"Charlotte. Charlotte! Char.. are you okay?" I repeated until finally I successfully picked the lock with the hair pin I had in.

I gasped at what I saw before leaping into action. There was Charlotte.. Sitting next to my blade she must have found, with blood dripping down from her thighs as she huddled into a ball.

"Char.. Oh my. Let's get you cleaned up." I spoke gently as if she'd break if I talked to loud. Trying to show a nice gesture, I offered her my hand before helping her up and sitting her onto the side of the bath.

"I see you found my blade.." I started, waiting patiently for her to respond.

"I'm so sorry. And I'm so sorry for you and I didn't even knew you did that so when I saw the blade, I did as a habit! I'm so sorry but.."

I sushed her. I may of only knew Charlotte for a couple of hours but I'd already learnt that she has a very apologetic soul, who only sees negatives in herself.

"Sweetheart. Don't worry about it, it's okay. Now, am I okay to clean up your legs?"

(Charlotte's pov)

Subtly, I nodded before the realisation kicked in of what she had just said, and I froze. Sweetheart? My heart fluttered in my chest like some sort of love sick person. She must call everyone sweetheart.. right?

"Char, are you okay?" She asked as a reaction to me staring into space and zoning out for what seemed like the millionth time today.

"Mhm." I replied.

Softly, she began putting bandages across my cuts and washed off all the blood that leaked down my legs.

"Okay then. You're all cleaned up. And char, never let those evil thoughts win. You are worth more than you could imagine. You can go wait in my bed, I'll be there soon so we can talk more," Mia told me.

"Okay, thank you.." I swiftly spoke before standing up and making my way to her bedroom.

This is the hardest battle I've ever been in.. What if my evil thoughts win?