I open the doors to my theater making a grande entrance.
Only to regret it immediately and want to run back out.
Addie was laughing with Rene.
Andrew walked past causally.
She faced me.
I take a deep breath and start toward my dressing room.
I turn my face away from her, hoping she won't see me.
"Charlotte! Wait!"
Dammit.
So close too.
She reaches out and grabs my wrist.
"Look I know how you feel. I get it I really do. You can talk to me. I know you probably hate me, but I want to help."
She smiles.
I tear my arm away.
"I don't need help."
I adjust my bag and continue walking.
"Charlotte!"
I hear her growl like some kind of animal.
"At least you would have a heads up if he died!"
She yelled after me.
Her words sink into my head, making me stop in my tracks.
I inhale deeply and spin on my heels.
"I don't need this. You don't need this. Nobody does. Just...stop trying to fix what you've already broken."
I take off into my room, being careful not to slam the door.
YOU ARE READING
New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
