New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 119- How Was London?

I tap my foot violently.

D groans and puts a hand on my knee, forcing my foot to stop.

"It's going to be ok, Love. No te preocupes mi amor."

I glance back at the door again.

She leaves for four months then just decides to show up.

"She can't just show up without warning!"

He sighs loudly.

"Charlotte, she told you on the phone a week ago."

I look over at him. His bow tie is slightly cocked to the side.

"Did she?"

He nods slowly.

My eyes wander back to his tie.

"Did you forget again?"

I rub my eyes, sleepily.

I glance back over at his neck.

"My God, D fix your damn tie please!"

He flinches at the volume of my voice.

"Sorry. Just..."

I adjust his tie.

Such a dork always wearing these stupid bow ties when he can't even put them on right.

A knock comes at the door.

I almost fall off my barstool.

I stumble to the door and look through the little hole.

"Charlotte?"

I pause. I'm staring at Jon.

My hand reaches up and locks the door.

"Charlotte..."

I wave my hand at him.

"Shhh!"

My hands shake.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

"What the hell is wrong with you Charlotte?"

He whisper yells at me.

I wave for him to come but to be careful.

He looks through the hole and throws his hand over his mouth.

"How the hell...I thought he was in...Fuck."

He mutters and looks around for something.

He grabs a knife from the kitchen and reaches for the doorknob.

I grab his hand.

"What the hell D? Don't open that door. He could have a gun. You don't have to bring a knife to a gun fight."

He cringes away from the door, dropping his knife and running a hand through his hair.

"He has to leave eventually."

I reach for the phone and call the cops.

He's talking to someone.

"Who's he talking to?"

Darren looks through the hole again.

"Fuck."

He mutters and picks up his knife.

"D what's going on?"

He takes my hand and puts me in the bed room.

"Stay here."

I start to follow him but he turns around and gives me the "do what I say or you'll regret it" look.

I sit on our bed and tap my foot again.

I hear yelling. My hands cover my ears.

This guy is a fucking psycho.

I hear sirens.

They're almost here. It's ok.

I hear more mumbling through the closed doors but I dare not move. Our door slams. There isn't a sound in the whole building except my breathing.

"Charlotte it's ok!"

I sigh and walk back into the living room.

Addie stands, her hair a mess and her face contorted in anger.

I run to her, careful with her belly.

Girl is good at getting pregnant.

We hug.

It's like planets colliding.

"D what happened to..."

He waves it off.

"Forget him. He's gone."

My hands still shake slightly.

Addie takes them to stop the weird movement.

"That guy has some issues. And not just People."

I laugh and motion for her to sit on the couch.

I run back to my room and put on more makeup. The coverup on my jawline was coming off, revealing my nasty scars.

"Dammit Charlotte."

I walk back out at sit next to her on the couch.

I tap my foot rapidly.

"So..."

D clears his throat.

"How was London?"