The screen of my phone blinded me for a millisecond before my eyes adjust.
I sit next to Addie's bed.
I check the date.
"It's been four days, Addie."
Oak groans.
"I swear to god if you start singing I will shoot myself."
Darren slaps his arm.
"Not funny."
He rolls his eyes.
"You could show some sympathy or feelings at all, Oak. Your wife got shot and your making fucking jokes!"
I stand up, raising my voice.
He stands up too, walking to where I'm standing.
He towers over me but I don't flinch.
"I am very concerned about my wife...I also find it funny that you were fine when Ben showed up."
I stare him straight in the eyes.
"Ben was showing a random act of kindness to me when my friend was in the hospital. He was trying to be nice and not be a bitch when someone is having a hard time, something you wouldn't know about, dumbass. She's been so fucked up over you, and you've made it worse!"
He glared at me, tears pooling in his eyes.
"And where were you at the wedding when the bomb went off, Charlotte? Nobody saw you around! How do we know you aren't planning something?! How do we know this isn't your fault?!"
Darren shot up from his seat.
"Oak, this isn't about Charlotte. This is about Addie. Both of you sit down and shut up!"
I cringed, the volume of his voice startling me.
"This isn't over. You're hiding something. It will come out eventually."
I tense up, but sit back in my chair as I was ordered.
"How did things get so messed up?"
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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...
