"You're doing it wrong, Charlotte."
I growl at nothing.
"Shut up!"
Everyone turns their heads to look at me, but I ignore them.
Just do the fucking move.
Left foot.
Right foot.
I trip over my own feet.
"I told you, you were doing it wrong."
I stand up from the floor.
"Lauren can I take a break?"
I ask, ignoring her answer and walking out the door.
The door slams behind me.
I stand against it, sliding down and putting my head on my knees.
"You don't listen to me. I'm feeding you valuable advice here and you're ignoring it."
I groan.
"You're being a dick is what you're doing."
I talk to the air.
People walk by me, staring and judging but I don't care.
"Why are you even still trying?"
She paused.
"What are you gaining from all of this?"
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back to touch the door.
"Go back to France. Jessie needs you. You seem to forget that your brother is fucking missing!"
I shake my head.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I can't!"
I shout, startling the people walking in front of me.
"Why not?"
I sigh, putting my head back on my knees.
"Because I'm just...Charlotte. I can't even tell my husband about my abusive stalker father. How am I going to find my brother?"
She hummed.
"Have you even started looking?"
I stand up.
"Where do I need to start?"
She laughs.
"Look who's finally coming around."
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City Of Dreams
General FictionSequel to New York- Where Dreams are Made Charlotte struggles to remain on top of everything. With all the problems and stress, she tries to hold it together. She tries to finish what she came to do. She tries to make her dreams come true. But...
