Fallen For Him (Editing)

Charles: Part 13

Good day everyone!

Above is a picture of Charles in the past, when he was younger. I would love to see if you could come up with some casting characters of the younger Liana and Harley!

Okay! I can't wait to hear your opinion of, Charles!

Grab a tissue, but not a whole box! Lol! Hugs to everyone!

I was shocked beyond reason. I attempted to maintain my composure, losing it once was bad enough. I asked as calmly as possible, "You brought me to your boyfriend's... PARENT'S HOUSE?"

       As Harley began to defend himself, he made matters worse by correcting me. I mean seriously, why do people always feel the need to correct someone when the person is already on the edge of exploding? It is never a good choice in my opinion.

He shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "Well, he is my ex-boyfriend actually."

My fist balled up tightly against the floor. My fingers and knuckles began to change many shades of white and red. There was a part of me that wanted to smack him, and there was another part that just wanted to walk out the door alone and never return. Lucky for him I didn't react on my impulsivity.

The sound of the door began to pound louder, making us jump once more. Charles yelled, "Harley! Seriously man! You know I gave you my only copy of the key!"

Harley began to look as if he started to feel bad for his actions. He looked me up and down once - just enough to see how badly he had truly hurt my feelings. When he realized he did, all he did was reach out to me and offer something as small as a light squeeze upon my shoulder.

I pulled away and glared into his remorseful eyes. There was no time for me to hit, punch, scream, or even give him a new hole to shit from, because trust me, even to this day as I replay that memory over and over in my head, I continue to discover new and inventive ways to express my anger and hurt by his idiotic decision.

I had watched as Harley swiftly got up and ran to the door. He left me alone to dwell in my own turmoil of emotional drama. My heart sunk as he looked back at me one more time and opened the front door.

Charles, came barreling in the room moment Harley unlatched the deadbolt. Before Harley could react, Charles flung his arms around his ex-boyfriend- my best friend -my not moments ago a man I was considering to be my husband. Charles began nervously, "I've been so worried about you! Th-the thought of your dad making you go away...it made me realize something! Harley, I never want to lose you! I will do anything to help to make it right! Harley, I'm so, so sorry! I will never push you into anything you don't want to do ever again! Promise!"

I didn't hang around to listen. I knew where this conversation was going. I had pulled myself up off the floor, not facing them. I slowly walked forward down the hallway, where there were two bedrooms. I looked to see which one might have looked occupied. The right room was obviously his. Harley's black sneakers were tossed on their sides in the middle of the dusty hardwood floors. His black t-shirt and a bawled-up towel were laying at the bottom of the unmade quilt-covered bed, and there was the gun laying carelessly upon the nightstand across the room. A tear slipped down my face. I didn't bother to wipe it. What was the point? I knew there was more to come the moment I would enter my room.

I continued past Harley's room, trying not to think of how Charles would soon be joining him, and proceeded to find to my own private quarters.

As I entered the small bedroom, I noticed there was a canopy bed draped with a maroon blanket and laying on top of the bed was a few square cream-colored pillows with maroon pinstripes traveling across the edges.

I remember there being a small oak nightstand as well with a picture of a woman holding a small boy in the air. She looked so happy. It must have been Charles's mother.

I locked myself in the room and laid down on the lumpy bed to cry.

April 24, 2010

Many hours must have past because I remember hearing a couple of times a small tap on the door asking me if I wanted to eat breakfast. I squinted towards the sun starting to rise through the maroon drapes. My stomach felt like I was on the verge of getting sick- food was not going to be an option.

I walked over to the window, staring at the tall trees and the many acres as far as I could see. I opened the window allowing the fresh air to brush across my puffy eyes. I closed my eyes and breathed in the crisp morning air. I could hear a few morning blue jays chirping in the distance- a welcoming reminder that today was a new day. As I reopened my eyes, I realized something. My heart that beat for Harley had shut down that night. I knew I had fallen for Harley. Hard. And normally you can't help what your heart feels, but knowing just how much Charles loved him, I knew I could never let feelings get in the way of that ever again.

Well, that was the plan anyway.

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Now, before I move further along, if you can think back to what I was saying before, how did I not know the difference between Harley's car and mine, well this is how it happened.

I didn't realize Charles had some of his extra cash set aside. Most of it was from his parents trying to buy his love. It was a competition between the two- who was the better parent to keep Charles. It really made him mad. He didn't like for his parents to think they could buy his love. So, the moment I was looking down the dirt path near the edge of the many, many trees, there came two vehicles, identical in every which way. The only difference was literally the VIN number.

I heard my door click. Harley picked the lock and let himself in. His chest was poked out and his face was stern. There was something that changed in him that night too. I was about to ask why he unlocked my door, but he didn't give me the chance.

He quickly said, "Charles, brought us some rides. Our parents are on the way. If we leave now they will not know who to follow. Charles says, separating is the key to our escape."

Charles, had it all figured out. Instead of saying my opinion, I just looked at him and nodded. I never thanked Charles. I never said goodbye. I just left.

Okay. That's a wrap!

What did you think?

Yes, this is how Liana didn't know Harley had stolen her only ride. Their vehicles are always matching. Call it cute, call it quirky, either way, it doesn't matter, we still left her without a shirt or a car.

Man! When these memories are over, I sure hope she has time to get dressed! lolol

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