Charlotte's POV
I watched my phone buzz on the bed next to me, Dan's face illuminated above his name and a couple hearts. I picked it up and hit the decline button for what seemed like the twentieth time. I scrunched my nose and changed Dan's contact name to "DO NOT ANSWER". I stared with irritation at the picture of Dan, he had a small flower crown on that day and I asked him to pose. Disgust filled my heart but I didn't take it down, it would help me not trust the cheerful mask he puts up. I clicked save and dropped my phone on the covers again, rolling over to face the opposite direction.
I heard a quiet knock at my door and I mumbled a reply. It swished open and I looked over my shoulder to see the intruder. Brooke's glossy midnight hair fell over her face as she walked to sit down cross legged on the end of my bed. She leaned her elbows on her knees and looked at me with pitiful green eyes, the same ones she uses to convince me to go out during the day to buy her takeout or walk our husky. It doesn't surprise me that she has them out yet again, but this time I didn't have a clue why. Usually she waits to pull out the pleading eyes until I say no. This time she looked a bit upset and my mind immediately started searching for every possible reason why should be sad. Her anxiety? Stress? But why? She hasn't had much reason to be stressed lately, what with her job going well and Phil to keep her company. Maybe she misses him...
"Are you okay, Char? You've been locked up in here for the past two days," She spoke in a soft, cautious voice like she was afraid of reminding me of the disastrous mishap that had taken place earlier in the week. That night I came home crying and Phil stayed with me all night, letting me cry into his t-shirt and he left after I fell asleep. I woke up at some absurd hour that I don't happen to remember and heard the sound of muffled arguing coming from somewhere but I didn't stay awake long enough to figure it out.
I nodded and she continued. "Well, Phil and I are very worried about you. Have you seen what Dan has been tweeting? He's distraught and depressed, to say the least. We think you should try to patch it up with him in any way you can, although we know its not your fault." Brooke bit her lip and wrung her hands in her lap, looking anxious. A flash of annoyance crossed my face and saw no reason why I, of all people, should be the one trying to make things better. I haven't seen Dan in days, sure he tried to visit me to apologize and win me back but Brooke wouldn't let me see him. I didn't want to either, for good reason.
"Why do I have to talk to him? I'm not the one who cheated! I don't care if he was drunk, he should know better than to kiss that other woman! If anything, he should be apologizing to me." My face was heating up with frustration and my cheeks were red. Brooke should have better sense than to ask me to fix something that I didn't break. I buried my face into my pillow and seethed, now trying to remain silent.
My best friend sighed. She sounded like she was giving up. "I think we both know that it would kill you to see Dan sad. He's been so depressed, nobody deserves to feel so low." Brooke waited for a second before standing back up and walking out of the room, closing my door behind her. Her words sunk into my mind and it caused me to think. She was right, it does make me upset that Dan has to endure such a terrible thing. On the other hand I felt like I shouldn't need to talk to him if he couldn't control himself when he's drunk. But oh boy, Dan must feel awful. A pang of guilt built up in the pit of my stomach and I sat up.
I turned around and saw my phone was lit up with yet another text from Dan, or his new name "DO NOT ANSWER". I leaned across the bed and checked my most recent texts from him.
DO NOT ANSWER (6:42 PM): Charlotte I'm really sorry
DO NOT ANSWER (6:44 PM): Please answer me I know you're getting these
