Two Truths And A Lie

02| Confusions

(A/N- Pic attached is Charlie, played by George Shelley <3333)

Never thought that we
would end up here,
Should've known it
From the start.
I know you mean it
When you say you love me,
But we're trying
Way too hard.

Zoë's POV

"Zoë? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" My 13-year-old brother, Aiden, asked me as I shut the front door behind me.

I rubbed off the tear tracks on my cheeks and pretended as though nothing was wrong.

"It's nothing, Ad. I just fell down, and I really hurt myself."

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked me, the doubt in his voice distinctly evident.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just scraped my palms and my knees a bit. I'll manage it. It's nothing big, Ad. Just go back to playing with Mace, okay?" I replied, ruffling his hair.

"Sure. Tell me if you need anything. And don't touch my hair!" He yelped, running away from me.

The encounter made me forget my worries for a few minutes. But it was back again once I reached my room and shut the door.

I slid down, my back against the door from when I was leaning on it for support just a few moments earlier.

I stared at the room in front of me, just staring; my mind was completely blank, yet completely full to the brink.

After a while, all the din in my head just became one word, echoing over, and over, and over again.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Betrayal hurts. But betrayal form someone you've loved and known practically your whole lives? 'Pain' takes a whole new definition.

But why?

Why did he do all this? I'd done nothing bad to him, as far as I can recall. I was there for him, I was the best friend I could be to him. Hell, I loved him. And the worst part? Even after all this, a small part, no, a huge part of me, still loved him.

Then why?

I buried my face in my hands, the fresh tears that had formed all smearing over my hands, making them damp.

I let out a guttural sob, and shook my head, and then proceeded to tug at my hair. I couldn't think straight. I felt like I was going mad.

My whole body was trembling, and I felt like the walls were closing down on me, making it difficult to breathe. I gasped for air, as the warm and moist tears now flowed freely down my cheek, proceeding to make my hair damp as well.

A surge of white-hot pain then hit my head, making it turn. I couldn't see straight, as I tried to rid the throbbing pain in my head.

I dragged myself to my bedside cabinet. I opened it and rummaged through it, trying to search for some Tylenol or Aspirin to ease my headache.

And I came across a pen knife.

I sucked in a short breath when I remembered.

"Z, promise me you'll never do it again," he said, looking into my eyes as he pressed his warm palms against my cold cheeks.

"Charlie, I... I'm so sorry."

"No, no, no, Z. Don't be sorry. It's not your fault," he said, shaking his head and muttering under his breath, "It's mine for not noticing or realising it."