Thnks fr th Mmrs /On Hold/

"Help" Part 2

A/N- Trigger Warning

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A few hours earlier

Charlie lay on her bed, staring at the outfit she had picked out for her date with Miles.

He had told her that tonight was going to be something special. Charlie wasn't sure what was going to be so special about some club.

Charlie sighed. Miles had been acting different lately. Ever since Patrick and Pete came to the door and Pete had that outburst.

But he had lied, right? Miles had told her that Patrick was barely a friend to her and that Miles was her best-friend. Honestly she wasn't sure who to believe.

She thought she knew, but then Miles was had been acting kind of on edge and the way he looked at her. He had to be hiding something.

But when she asked him about it he brushed it off. Like it was nothing.

Then there was the time she had decided to change her name to Charlie instead of Lotte because she liked it more and Katie had agreed. But Miles didn't. He looked like he was going to slap her. But instead he just left and didn't talk to her for a while.

She really wished she could remember more. Ever since she came to Chicago, something had been itching to get out. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember anything. She had lied to Miles about the school and her old house. She already knew that. She was trying to make him feel like he was helping.

And then of course she met Patrick. Something felt right about him. She felt safe around him. And he knew about her charm. He said he gave it to her. But that was when she had started to feel really dizzy. She felt over whelmed. She couldn't take it.

Things were too confusing at the moment. But she decided that she would ask Miles again about their past. But not tonight. Tomorrow. After the hang over, obviously.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She sat up abruptly and looked at her phone.

"Woah, when did I fall asleep?" She wasn't even dressed yet.

"Hey Lotte, you ready?" It was Miles.

"Sorry Miles, you can come in." He opened the door and looked at her, clearly annoyed.

"You're going out in that?"

"Sorry, I fell asleep."

"Ugh, but you always take forever to get ready."

"Oh come on, it's still early, I'll be quick."

"Yeah, right." Charlie suddenly realised she didn't really want to go out at all. Something about the tone of his voice made her feel uncomfortable, like he was on edge or something.

"Hey, maybe we could just stay here tonight. I can get Katie out of here and-"

"No!" He barked, "I-I mean, I'd feel bad if I made Katie up and leave like that."

"O-okay," Charlie sighed, reluctantly.

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"Oh no..."

It's all she could think when she noticed Patrick Stump from across the bar. She looked away as quickly as possible. Hopefully he didn't notice. Hopefully.

Her night was already turning out to be bad enough. Miles was barely talking to her and was chatting to other women. It made her feel really insecure. He only talked to her when he got her drinks.

She just sat there, alone. A little part of her wished that Patrick would come over. She would apologise about that morning. She just needed someone to talk to her.

Miles was coming over again. Good. She was staring to feel sort of sick and light headed. She was going to ask him if they could go home.

But when she tried to speak, barely a whisper came out. She felt him wrap his arm around her waist and grip her tightly. Too tightly.

"Miles..." She forced her self to say. Suddenly that weird feeling she had got worse and she struggled to stand, to get Miles away from her. She didn't know what was happening. Like she could barely control her movements. But she hadn't even drank that much.

"Come on babe. It's time for that something special I told you about." He whispered, alcohol reeked from his breath.

"Stop struggling bitch," he said through gritted teeth, as he led her out the door and into the alleyway behind.

And Charlie could do nothing about it.

"Why?"

"Because you're the reason I am who I am today, Charlie," he mocked her.

She knew what was happening and she couldn't stop it. She only got one, weak, cry for help out.

"Oh babe, that's helpless." He smirked. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

But it wasn't. As the world started to slip out from under her, she heard someone familiar. Telling her everything was going to be okay.

Her answer for her cry for help.

Her hero.

Sorry.