Mistakes ||Sequel to Party||

23

Charlie's POV:
"Oh, so you blame this on me?" Mike asks cockily and looks at me. I don't want to end up in a fight with him 'cause I know that he'll win immediately. I really just want to get out of here, but at the same time I wanna confront him.
"Hmm..." I answer and pretend to be thinking before turning around and looking at him angrily. "Yes!"

"Come on, Charlie." Mike whines, trying to calm himself down. "Why are you like this?"
"What do you mean?" I ask. Why I am like this? Why is he like that? I mean, seriously, he's really getting on my nerves right now.
"Are you mad at me because of that little teenage boy?" Mike replies with a mannered voice, rolling his eyes. I just stare at him. What's his problem?

"He's my fucking boyfriend, stupid! You know what? I'm just gonna leave. Bye." I say irritatedly and pull off the quilt. I start to climb out of the bed, but Mike stops me by grabbing my arm and pulling me back.
"I don't think so." He answers with a devilish smirk on his lips. He starts to really creep me out now.

Mike throws me back down in the bed and my head land on the soft pillow. He leans down and the space between our faces quickly gets smaller. I realize that he's gonna try to kiss me. I immediately push him away and do another try to get out of there. But without success.
When I land on the pillow for the second time, I start to look around in the room for my clothes. I mean, if I actually manage to escape, then I'll be needing clothes.
"In a hurry, huh?" Mike asks and leans closer to me again. He looks like he could seriously kill me any second. "Well, I think that can wait."
"Get the fuck off me!" I yell in his face and I'm just about to push him when he grabs both my wrists. I'm screwed.

I keep looking around in the room. Finally I find my clothes in the corner beside a chair. Okay, now I just need to get over there... Fuck.
"Don't you like me, Charlie? Remember what we did last night? You loved it so, so, so much." Mike smirks. I look back up at him. All I can see is pure evilness. What happened to this guy?

"Mike, seriously. Stop. This isn't funny anymore." I say, but he just chuckles. Damn, he laughs like an old, evil scientist that you can see in movies.
"Still thinking about that teenage boy? Well, I think I can get you on other thoughts." He replies and smirks at me. Our eyes meet as I look up at him and it's creepy as fuck. I really start to regret that I let Harvey invite him to Leo's birthday party.
When I think about it... Maybe Mike isn't a fuckboy anymore... What if he's just out for me...?

Okay, that's enough. I relax in all my muscles for a bit, letting him think that he can win this. But just as he leans down again, I use all my strength to finally push him off me one last time. He loses the grip of my wrists and falls back to the end of the bed.
I quickly get up on my feet and rushes over to the corner where my clothes is thrown on the floor. I run out of the room as fast as I can, then I continue down the stairs and down a hall until I finally see the front door.
I don't hear anyone running after me, yet, so I quickly pull on my shirt that I wore last night. I notice that it stinks beer. I wrinkle my nose as I open the door and runs out of the house before slamming it behind me.

I end up on a street full of people, wearing only my tee shirt. All the persons who pass me looks at me like I was an alien or something. I see a man and a little girl coming down the street my way, holding hands.

"That's what happens when you're late to work, honey." The father says and nods at me when they walk past. The little girl just giggles and my face turns bright red. I almost forget why I am actually standing on the street, wearing only a t-shirt, but then I remember; I was supposed to run.

I quickly pull on my skinny, black jeans and starts jogging down the street while searching through the pockets for my phone. Soon I realize that it isn't here, it's still at Mike's. Or maybe I forgot it on the party...?
Suddenly I hear a door slam about thirty meters behind me and I turn around to see Mike running out of his house. Fuck my fucking life. Okay, run, Charlie, run.
I do as my mind is telling me; I run. I hope to god that he hasn't seen me yet.

I look around on the street, if I'm not wrong, then Harvey is supposed to live somewhere around here. I can't call him though, let's just hope that he's home.
I continue running down the street and soon I see Harvey's apartment a bit further down on the street. That's when I realize I'm not alone.
"For fuck's sake, Charlie!" I hear the familiar voice just a few meters behind me. I don't have to turn around to know it's Mike. Shit!
I start to run faster, hoping that I will reach Harvey's apartment in time before that guy fucking kills me.

When I reach the familiar building, I open the door as fast as I can and rush up the stairs to the third floor. I hear the door open and close behind me, followed by loud footsteps, letting me know I'm not alone. When I reach Harvey's door, I don't bother to ring on the doorbell, I don't have time to wait for his lazy body to walk through the apartment and open the door like ten minutes later.
I grab the cold metal on the door handle and push it down, hoping to God that it's unlocked. I hear Mike reach the third floor just a few meters behind me. For a second I think he's going to reach me and just kill me straight away, but luckily, the door opens and I hurry into my friend's apartment.

As soon as I reach Harvey's doormat, I turn around and slam the door just before Mike grabs the door handle. I use all my strength to close it before I quickly reach fro the lock and lock the door. Then I freeze, not sure if I managed to survive. But when I notice someone pulling in the door handle on the other side of the door without success, I realize that I succeeded.

Thank fucking God.

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