G O L D E N | why don't we |

| T H I R T Y - S E V E N |

"i swear my intentions aren't as evil as you think,but temptations always pushing people to the brink" - g-eazy

Charli sat at the edge of the pool, a half-empty bottle of wine beside her, her feet dangling in the cool water.

She usually wasn't a lightweight but the wine had definitely kicked in and she was definitely not sober. She picked up the bottle taking another gulp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before setting the bottle down on her thigh, holding onto the neck of the bottle loosely.

The events of the day were hammering against her skull and even when she tried to sleep it off, sleep wasn't available for her.

They had arrived in Florida early on a Tuesday morning, just days before Emilia's birthday and they spent the day with their families, not telling whole truths of everything that has gone down so far on the trip and keeping things under pure wraps.

Jessie was there in the hotel when they all came back one by one. Charli didn't want to talk about her visit, she found herself arguing with her mother over Corbyn, her mom repeating that he was no good to her while she continued to defend him.

How could she not? She didn't care how much he hurt her, she still loved him with every single beat of her scarred heart, addicted to the pain so you'd say.

But that all went down the drain when she found Corbyn asleep in the hotel room, he had fallen asleep on his phone. It was pretty late, seeing Charli was the last to arrive and she wasn't surprised when everyone was heading off to bed.

She moved the phone from under his side as she crawled into the bed with him. Corbyn didn't move nor stir, he was fast asleep. She was about to put the phone on the nightstand when it lit up from receiving a message.

The phone was open to his message thread with Chanel, her name had the two hearts beside it and the picture icon was of this gorgeous girl smiling up at Corbyn.

Charli couldn't help the burn at the back of her eyes and the shake in her hand. She found herself reading the messages. She knew it was wrong but she found herself scrolling, looking at the times and dates and seeing they hadn't stopped talking at all.

Even after their argument, the steady flow of messages followed. But then when Charlie's eyes ran over the words 'pregnancy', 'scare' and 'I love you', the silent but heartbroken gasp that escaped her lips said her reaction.

Her eyes read slowly as Chanel and Corbyn talked about the reason she called to tell him that it was all a false alarm and next time they should be protected. Deciding her heart couldn't handle it anymore, she turned off the phone and placed it on the nightstand.

Not even sparing a glance at the peacefully sleeping blond boy, she got out of the bed and dug through her luggage before her hand clenched around the neck of the wine bottle and she left the room without a word.

Charli didn't even know what to do.
Her heart was numb to the feeling of him hurting her, she was so used to it that she couldn't even cry. Her eyes were soulless as she stared out past the pool to the city in front of her. The home sweet home where every single dark memory resided.

She raised the bottle to her lips again and took just a swig this time, disinterested and wanting for it all to just be over and done with. She had so many questions and yet she knew he would give a lie to each one.

Charli, for the first time in so long, just didn't know what to do.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone began to ring. She answered it without looking at the caller ID, pressing the phone against her ear.