I stare at the bright lights of the blinking sign above us.
I'm about to walk in, when a taller, blonde woman ran into me.
I stared at the woman's bright blue tennis shoes.
Oh God.
My eyes slowly drift up to her face.
I look at her eyes for a moment.
They are angry and full of hate.
I shy away from her, cringing in on myself.
She scowls.
It's been too long.
I smile awkwardly when she slaps me across the left side of my face.
I put a palm to my cheek, and stumble backwards a bit.
I open my mouth to speak, but she cuts me off.
"I despise you, Charlotte Spencer."
She flatly speaks.
Kaydance let's out a tiny gasp.
So dramatic.
I stare at the ground, mesmerized by her shoes.
Her shoes.
They're blue.
Like her name.
"You ruined my life! I would have been better if we never met in that God forbidden coffee shop!"
Darren takes a step forward.
I hold him back with a shake of my hand.
"I wish I was never on Broadway with you! And everyone would be better if you were never born!"
I squeeze my eyes shut, preparing for the next slap to the face.
Literally.
But it doesn't come.
She jogs past me, making sure to bump my shoulder in the process.
There is a moment of intense silence.
I put a hand to my face and wipe tears away.
"Charl-"
I shake my head.
"I'm fine."
I tell Darren to take Kaydance to the room while I walk for a bit.
I see a bench, by itself in the middle of a clearing.
The tiny bench is spray-painted a light color, and seems relatively new.
I sit on it, doubling over and putting my hands on my face.
Nobody walks in the lonely street.
A distant breeze sweeps over the trees.
I let out a frustrated screech.
Tears flow from my face.
She must be pregnant again.
No.
This time she means it.
I'm an idiot.
It would have never worked.
What was I thinking?
It's my fault.
I did this to myself.
I did all of this to myself.
It's my fault.
If I would have just stayed away this wouldn't have happened.
Addie would be happy.
Darren wouldn't have gone into the army.
He wouldn't be so freaked out all the time.
Kaydance wouldn't be so lonely.
Katie would be okay.
It's all my fault.
It's my fault.
It's...
My fault.
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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...
