New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 180- The Tests

Charlotte

After Jessie comes back and I calm down, we eat.

She takes tiny bites.

This woman is so delicate.

She reminds me of a pastel Tumblr edit.

I chuckle softly.

"Can you explain now?"

She speaks quietly.

I nod.

A doctor comes in just as I nod.

He explains for me.

"Mr. Spencer shows signs of trauma so-"

I cut him off.

"Thanks Sherlock."

I roll my eyes.

Jessie gives me a stern look.

I wave my hand at him.

"We are checking for deeper signs of insanity or schizophrenia."

I stand up, almost knocking my drink over.

"My brother is not insane!He has panic attacks because of my dad!"

Everyone is silent.

"What's that?"

I put an open palm to my face.

"My dad used to beat the shit out of him. He has panic attacks. If you had tried to help instead of fucking giving him sedatives he would have been alright!"

Jessie touches my forearm.

I think about pulling away, but after all this I can't.

The doctor sighs.

"Well whatever happened was an intense one."

I sigh.

"You don't say?"

He ignores me.

"So we are going to run tests. I'm not implying anything about your brother. I'm just making sure."

I fold my arms and plop into my seat like a child.

Suddenly, my phone rings.

I pick it up.

Addie.

I answer the call, stepping out of the room for the "adults" to talk.

I'm fucking 26.

I look 14.

"Hello?"

She sighs.

"Charlotte! Thank God. Where are you?"

I look around me.

"In hell."

She scoffs.

"Not funny."

I think about earlier.

"Pretty close."

She talks to someone.

I can hear him talk too.

It's Darren.

I freeze.

"Charlotte?"

I nod.

It's a phone they can't see you, dumbass.

"Yes?"

Addie is silent.

"Where are you?"

I smirk.

"Um...France."

She groans.

"Oh...did you just..."