Mistakes ||Sequel to Party||

21

Charlie's POV:
I wake up slowly. My eyelids are still heavy and everything feels quite dizzy. The air is soft to breathe and the feeling of smooth quilt against my skin is kinda amazing. I decide to keep my eyes shut, I don't want to leave the cozy bed.
I whine quietly and turn around to lie on the side. I pull up my hands close to my chest and try to fall asleep again. I can feel warm body heat against my soft skin and I smile slightly to myself.

I bury my head in the other person's back and take a slow breath. It's really warm in the room, but I try to just forget about it and fall asleep. I'm really tired and I just want to go back to the land of dreams so badly. I turn around to lie down on my stomach after a while and hug the pillow tightly. The soft material feels nice in my arms, but it'a not comfortable enough. It smells kind of weird too and... different. I shake the feeling off and close my eyes harder in a desperate try to fall asleep.
I keep rolling around in the bed, desperate to find the perfect sleeping position, but soon I realize that it's hopeless.

"You okay?" I suddenly hear a voice ask. I immediately freeze. I was expecting Leo's voice... That's not Leo's voice. Am I just dreaming again? Am I still asleep?
I am too scared to open my eyes, 'cause I don't want this to be real. I don't want to see what's in front of me. I don't want to realize what I've done. I move my hand to my arm and pinch it lightly.
"Charlie?" I hear the voice again. Why is it still hear? Can't it just disappear? I pinch harder and squeeze my eyelids tightly at the pain. Have I woken up yet?
"Charlie, what are you doing?"
Nope.

Suddenly I feel a pair of hands separate my hand from my arm. I open my eyes quickly and see what I feared the most, the person I really don't want to see right now. Mike.

Leondre's POV:
I wake up slightly and open my eyes. I let out a big yawn as I stretch my arms. The sun is shining through the blinds and I know immediately that it will be hopeless to even try to fall asleep again.
I scratch my eyes and roll over to my side, resting my head on my elbow. The bed is still empty. I sigh sadly and grab my phone from the bedside table. I push the button on the side of the phone and the screen lights up. No new messages...

I'm starting to get worried for Charlie, he has been gone all night. Not like that would be a surprise, but he hasn't even read my texts. He answered the first ones a while after I got home last night. He told me that he was fine and that the party was great, but just because he is Charlie Lenehan, he had to write 'but it would have been funnier if you were here'.

But after 11:30 pm, he stopped answering my messages. I tried to call him, but he didn't answer either. At first I thought that he maybe had just fallen asleep, but who goes to a party to fall asleep before midnight? And I've learned that Charlie really is the hardcore party type. I just hope he's okay...

I slowly pull off the blanket and sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I groan at the really painful headache that hasn't disappeared since yesterday and rub my face with my hands. I look down at my skinny legs that are now full off blue/purple marks. I try to touch one of them, but wince in pain. I quickly remove my finger and try to stand up instead. It works, but I have to hold onto the bedside table to get up on my feet.

I sigh, the tears are threatening to spill at the pain, but I won't let them, not yet.
I carefully walk over to the mirror, but just before I reach it, I stop. Do I really want to see myself like this again? Do I really wanna look at myself and realize that I look exactly the same as I did back then?

I consider it for a while, but I finally decide that I just want to see how bad it is, and if there's any possibility that I can hide it from Charlie? I really doubt it is though.

I take a deep breath before taking the last step to the mirror. I get really sad at just the sight of it. It looks almost exactly the same as when I lived at my mum's place. I notice a huge bruise on my throat. I guess it must be from when Frank took a stranglehold around my neck, after pushing me to the ground and hitting the back of my head in the pavement over and over again.

I look at my body up and down in the mirror. A few years back I would never guess that some high school guys could cause so much pain in fifteen minutes, but now I've gotten that proved to myself. I will never doubt that again.

I trace the bruises on my skin, from my feet and up to my neck. I slowly run my fingers over some of them, noticing that some of them hurt more than the others. Every time I touch one of the marks, I get a flashback from last night when they were made. It makes me sick. I just want to forget about it, but I'm not gonna turn to alcohol this time, not again.