Chapter Seventeen - Brixton

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"What do we do?" Tristan asked timidly. He arrived just after our revelation, and we quickly filled him in.

"We find her," I muttered.

"Charlotte," Connor said. "What are you going to do?"

"She's going to turn her into the police." James said knowingly. "That's the plan?"

"But what are you going to do?" Connor asked again.

"Look," Brad sighed. "Let's just call the police and give them the tip. They can handle it."

I scoffed, "You expect me to be okay with a fucking tip?"

"What do you want us to do?" He asked.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I couldn't tell them how my blood was boiling. How my hands were itching to clench her throat and cut the life away from her.

"Just," I murmured. "Call her and find out where she is."

"No fucking way," James shook his head. "I'm not letting you go after her."

"No, stupid!" I lied. "Tell the police where she is. I would feel much more comfortable."

He stepped back, then looked to Brad. "Would you like to call her?"

He gave me a sorrowful look, then with a curt nod, he turned away from us to call Allison.

"Don't let her know you know," I called out to him. "Please."

He turned to nod at me, giving me a small smile before Allison answered and he began to speak to her.

"Are you okay?" Connor asked, pulling me away from the group. "You're shaking."

"I'm hurt," I mumbled. "And I don't want to talk about it right now."

"Are you sure?" He said. "You're white as a ghost, Charlotte."

"I'm sorry," I murmured.

"For what?" He asked.

"I'm sorry I kissed you when I'm still in love with Brad." I explained. "I wish I could say it meant something, but I can't lie to you. I'm so sorry."

He pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry I got drunk and told him."

"Are you still drunk?" I asked.

"Yeah," he laughed. "But I'm coming down a bit."

I pulled away from him and smiled. "Thank you for understanding."

"Why wouldn't I?" He said.

"Well," I shrugged. "You were so persistent to talk about it, and Bradley thought you had feelings for me. I was hoping he would be wrong."

He smiled. "You're beautiful, and you have an amazing personality. And honestly, in another life, I would have fought to steal your heart faster than he did back then. But he loves you and you make him so happy, and he does the same for you. Even now, after being apart for six years. It's not my place to have feelings for you. I was persistent, and I was angry because it was a shock to me. I needed to know why it happened. I still need to know why it happened."

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