Mistakes ||Sequel to Party||

22

Leondre's POV:
After standing in front of the mirror for about ten minutes, I walk back to the bed and carefully start to pull on my jeans. I have to sit down on the edge of the soft sleeping area (the bed), since I can't lift my feet very high without getting a wave of pain wash over me. I try my best to put on my clothes in the less painful way possible, but I still have to stop some times and take a deep breath.

When I'm done, I walk out of the bedroom and out to the kitchen. I try to find any clues of Charlie's presence, but I don't think he's been here since he left last night. I get that feeling again; the feeling of being completely alone. Sure, I am eighteen and I am supposed to have an own apartment and manage to live on my own. But I just can't.

After having such an abusive life and not feeling safe at home, I'm not sure if I'll ever feel completely safe anywhere again. It's not that I don't feel safe here in Charlie's apartment, it's just that I don't feel safe without him. I mean, when I'm home on my own, anything could happen. Anything. And then no one is there to protect me.

Since I keep having that thought in my head, I can't stop being so anxious about everything. This is the way that I think and I can't get away from that. It's impossible and I hate it.

Charlie's POV:
'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' I swear over and over again inside my head. Please tell me this isn't true. It can't be!
I look around in the room and realize that we are at his place, no wonder the pillows didn't smell like Leondre.

Thank god that we aren't in my apartment though, then I would have been dead. Really fucking dead. But now I just have to wait around for someone to kill me instead.
Mike has a hold on both my wrists and is staring right into my eyes. I notice that both of us are only wearing anything other than underwear, and that can only mean one thing, right?

I feel the tears burn inside my eyelids. I'm screwed. My relationship is screwed. My life is screwed. Everything is screwed!

"Mike, please tell me it didn't happen." I say carefully, even though I'm ninety-nine percent sure that it did, and I see that he looks kinda worried. I think it's just a mask though, a mask for him to hide how much he enjoyed every second of it.
"What happened?" He asks a bit confused. I sigh, trying to blink away the tears.
"Come on, you know what I mean." I reply. I'm not in the mood for any games.

I look around in the room, I don't want to face him. I don't want to look straight into his eyes when he tells me how fucked up I am. But eventually I do.

"The sex?" Mike asks, raising his eyebrows. I bite my lip and nod slowly. "Well, I'm afraid that happened."
I feel a tear roll down my cheek. How could I do this? Why did I have to go to the stupid party in the first place? I throw my head back down at the pillow and Mike let's go of my wrists. The tears start to wet down my cheeks and he looks down at me.

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you didn't want it!" He sighs and rolls his eyes. I look up at him even though I don't want to. Anger starts to bubble up inside, and I'm not sure how long I can hold it back.
"I was drunk!" I yell at him, tears streaming down my face. He frowns annoyed.
"And I was supposed to know that?" Mike asks and glares at me.

"Oh, come on, Mikey!" I shout. "We've known each other since we were kids! When I got drunk for the first time you were the one who told me that I actually was drunk!"
I know that he knows it's true, I can see it in his eyes. I just don't know what has happened to him. He was such a cool dude just a while ago, but now he's completely different. He still seems to be a huge fuckboy though. I mean, we two ended up in bed together, and that says a lot.

Well, I've gotten into the mess, now I just need to find a way out of it, which is the hardest part.

Leondre's POV:
I make myself some breakfast before calling Charlie again. The signals pass by until I come to the voicemail. I decide to leave a message there for the third time, pretty sure he won't listen to it anyway.
I lock my phone again. I don't know if I should be worried or angry. I mean, if he's just having a good time now and doesn't bother to answer my calls or texts then I'm seriously going to end him myself. But another part are telling me that he is in trouble and needs help, but I can't do anything. If he just had given me the address to the freaking party...

I finish my meal and walk back over to the kitchen sink to wash the plate a bit before placing it in the dishwasher. I lean back against the counter and close my eyes. The pain in my head won't go away and it kills me, literally.
When it has calmed down just a bit, I open my eyes again and start searching for the painkillers in the cupboards. I finally find them and take one of them.

Then I start to think about the bruises again. I have to do something with the marks. I need something to cover them with... I walk into the bathroom and search for any stuff that could possibly help. I can't find anything though, if I don't want to cover my neck in fucking lube.

I sigh and give up. The only thing I can think of that may help is make-up... I have no idea how to use it though, but it may work...
Make-up store, here I come.

It's Mondaaay! Which means.... A NEW CHAPTER! Enjoy!