Mistakes ||Sequel to Party||

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Leondre's POV:
I put my hand on the door handle and slowly unlock the door. The person on the other side opens it and I see the face that belongs to... Charlie. Thank God!

"Hi." I say with a smile, letting out a breath I have been holding, immediately feeling relieved. Charlie walks into the apartment and quickly close and lock the door. I frown at him. "What's going on?"

He doesn't answer. He just continues into the apartment, checking so all the windows are closed. I just stand there confused.
"It would have been nice with a 'hi'." I yell to him as I sigh and walk back into the living room. I grab my empty plate and a dirty glass and go into the kitchen. I put it in the dishwasher as Charlie comes into the room.

"Sorry, I just... Could you please sit down?" He says and I turn around to him. He looks scared, worried and kinda nervous. What has he done? I'm starting to get really worried now.

"Charlie, what's going on? Have you done something illegal?" I ask confused and look at him. He acts really weird.
"No, can you please just sit down?" He replies again, angrier this time. I walk back to the living room and he follows me.
"What's-" I start again, I need an answer.

"Just sit the fuck down!" Charlie suddenly yells and I almost immediately sink down on the couch, lifting my arms up in the air in a defending position.
"Charles, you're starting to freak me out." I say, looking up at him.

He sighs.
"Sorry, I'm just a little bit stressed out." He answers. A little bit, huh? Charlie starts to walk back and forth in front of me. Seriously, what the fuck is going on?

I place my feet on the table and just wait for him to start talking.
"You know I was on a party last night, right?" Charlie suddenly starts after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes, I called and texted you like hundred times, but you didn't answer me." I answer a bit cockily, but he doesn't seem to mind.
"Well, I got pretty drunk and I can't remember anything after I had answer your first text..." He explains as he keeps walking. He won't face me and I start to wonder what this is really about.

Charlie explains that Mike was there and that he had woken up in his apartment the morning after. That that's the first thing he remember and then Mike had chased him to Harvey's place. That's why he asked me to lock the door. He continues to explain everything to me.

Suddenly Charlie stops walking and looks at me.

"The thing is that when I woke up in Mike's apartment, I woke up in his bed next to him..." He says slowly. I feel a lump in my throat since I start to realize where this is going. I'm not sure I want to hear what he's gonna say though. Charlie took a deep breath and continued, talking faster this time. "He told me that we had had sex... But I have no memory of that... I don't have any memory of agreeing to it either and I don't know if it actually happened... But I don't think he's lying..."

No. I don't want to believe this. And Charlie isn't sure that it actually happened, right?

I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. I don't even get a chance to hold them back. Charlie walks over and sits down beside me on the couch, but I don't even look at him.

"I know I hit you at my birthday party. That's why I didn't want to go to this party, 'cause I didn't want to hurt you again. I didn't want to get drunk and act like a fucking piece of shit again."

Charlie's POV:
"I didn't want to get drunk and act like a fucking piece of shit again." Leo says, wiping away his tears. I feel my heart shatter in my chest. I feel so fucking stupid.

"How did you find out?" I ask sadly, slightly confused.

"Harvey told me last night." Leo replies slowly, sobbing quietly.
"I'm so sorry, Leo..."
"No, I'm sorry. I know that I hurt you by telling you that I didn't want to follow you to that party. But I know that I would have hurt you more if I actually came with you." Leondre explains and I just feel so fucking bad. "That's all I wanted Charlie; to not hurt you."

Leo suddenly breaks down in tears and I just feel how my heart gets ripped out of my chest. I can't just sit there and watch so I try to pull him into a hug, but he just pulls me away.
"Don't touch me." He mumbles.

"Leo, I'm really fucking sorry. I was drunk and I-" I start, but he cuts me off.

"Charlie, don't. Just please, don't." Leo replies, crying.

"Don't what?" I ask confused.
"Don't make this harder for me." He sobs. I feel the tears in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry." I say, about to break down too. I hold out my hand and place it on his neck, wiping away his tears with my thumb.

Leo pushes away my hand and stands up. That's when I see something on his neck; a huge bruise. I look at my hand and see that I've got some kind of foundation or something on it. Has he been trying to hide it from me?