Us.

Chapter five

This is going to be so embarrassing to say, but I totally forgot about Wattpad and my story...

I´m so sorry, and I promise to write often! I love my followers, you are great! This chapter is going to be short, but the next will hopefully be longer ;) byeeeee <3

Charlie´s POV

I started panicking. It felt like a big, sharp knife called conscience stabbed my heart over and over again. Thunk, thunk, thunk.. I thought I was going to die. Could I have killed him? I mean if he was allergic to it?... maybe he suffocated and died? Hit his head and bled to death? no.. i´m sure that he didn't die, there were other people nearby, i´m sure that they helped him. He couldn't have died...  I´m not a killer, i´m not a killer.. It was hard to breathe regularly and my whole body was shaking. " It´s okay, Charlie... I´m sure he didn't die... you´re not a murderer, you can even kill a little fly" I whispered to myself while rocking back and forth. I´m sure that he´s alive. I´m positive. 

As I got up from the cold, dirty floor, I noticed something. The soup was still there, the horrifying soup Hugo gave me. The soup that made me puke. I cringed when I though of the taste. Even though he was dumb AND acted like an total ass, he was still kind to me. While I was always the cold and unwelcome one. what is wrong with me? why am I so mean? I can´t even remember the last time I was really happy or for that matter, enjoyed having people around. Maybe I really am a lot like my parents, cold, evil and greedy. I have never had a good relationship with my parents, they never cared for me. All they cared about was money and my older brother, Chandler. He got A+ in everything and was the best in sports. I don´t hate my brother for being the favorite child, because he´s like a father to me. Chandler has always been there for me, and he was the only one that supported me to live in London for a few months and try the audition. I am so thankful for having him.

A lonely, fragile tear rolled down my cheek. I snapped back to reality. What am I suposed to do with Hugo? I don´t want to be mean and cruel anymore. The right thing to do is to apologise to him. I´m positive that he´s alive. The stupid thing is that I don´t know his surname, what am I supposed to do now? Hunt down every ´Hugo´ in London? I sighed. The audition i´m attending starts the day after tomorrow, so I have a whole day off. Maybe I could try to track him down tomorrow? I yawned, it was getting late... maybe I should get some sleep?

The clock was 2 am. Woah, time surely flies by. I jumped to my tiny, dirty bed and sighed, again. I closed my eyes, and stared to think about Hugo. It was something special about that boy, that made him so peculiar, unique..... Was it his smile? His wavy black hair? His moles that went down his neck? was it his lips that were perfectly formed and had a cute little freckle on the lower part? No...I know what it was... It was those breathtaking eyes. They were like two big orbs, and I remember that I almost drowned in them. I could not take my eyes of his, they were dazzling... I shook my head and tried to sleep. I have to stop thinking about him. What is wrong with you charlie? I´m sure it´s just because you feel guiltily  for what you´ve done, I reassured myself.