Mistakes ||Sequel to Party||

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Leondre's POV:
I'm currently sitting on my bed in my room. And not in Charlie's apartment. I'm sitting on my old bed in my old room, at my mum's house. Tilly is not here though, so it's quite boring. My mum was surprised to see me and she greeted me with a big smile on her lips. She hasn't apologized for what she did, partly 'cause I haven't talked to her since. I kinda blocked her number on my phone so she couldn't reach me. But now when she could talk to me for the first time in 2 years, she didn't even bring that shit up. She said she was happy to see me, but I'm not sure if I can believe it. I'm taking a huge risk staying here, but I don't know where else to go.

I mean, I could stay at Joey's place with him and Tilly, but something about that thought feels wrong. I have no idea why staying at my abusive mum's place is a better idea, but oh well, here I am.
Something is different though... I've been here for almost an hour and she still hasn't yelled at me. She hasn't said a word since I entered the house. Maybe she has changed...? I almost don't dare to think that thought anymore, but I mean, it has been two years.

She has lived alone for two years, which can only mean two things; either she has realized what she has really done and has changed, or she has gone completely mad. I really hope for the first one.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, it has done that for like half an hour now. I try to just ignore it, but it gets very annoying after a while. I sigh and pull up my phone from my jeans pocket. I scroll through all the text I've gotten. They're all from Charlie.

'Leo, I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean it, I was drunk!'

'I miss you already'

Pfft.

'I'm really worried for you, please just let me know you're okay'

'I know that I screwed up really hard, but I can't live without you!'

Then die.

Doesn't he get that I don't want to talk to him? He doesn't care about me anyway. The texts just keep rolling in, like he doesn't even care about what he's writing, he just wants to annoy me with random sentences about how much he misses me.

I start to get pretty irritated, can't he just stop?
I unlock my phone and open his texts. I'm tired of this shit now.

'FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!' I write and then click send. Charlie reads it immediately and the texts stop. Thanks.

I put away my phone again and sigh. I place my hands over my chest and close my eyes. I realize that I'm really tired. I can just fall asleep right here and now, if it isn't for my mum.

"Leondre? Could you please come downstairs for a bit?" She asks and I open my eyes again. My heart immediately starts pounding as I slowly sit up. Oh boy, here goes nothing.

Charlie's POV:
I'm still in my bed, 'cause I don't see any reason to get up. I have nothing to get up for. Plus, it's mine and Leo's anniversary in just a few days, but now it doesn't matter anymore. He will never forgive me.

My phone suddenly buzzes, but I don't move. I don't care. But then I start to think that it might be Leo... I know that it isn't, but I still can't stop myself from checking. I roll over to my side and grab my phone from the small bedside table. I push the 'home' button and see that it's just a text from my mum. I sigh and unlock my phone. I don't really feel like talking to anybody right now, but I open her text anyway.

'Hey, how's it going?' It says. I think about it. Well, it is going... really bad and I kinda want to die. I'm just going to type back when mum calls me instead, that's so typical her. I take a deep breath before answering the phone.

"Hello?" I say tiredly.

"Hey! I know I just texted, but I was just wondering if you and Leo maybe wanted to come over on dinner tonight? I mean, it's your anniversary in a few days and I thought that we could celebrate a little before-" She starts. Shit. I have to cut her off with the evil truth.

"Mum, thanks, it sounds great. But... Leo isn't here... right now..." I reply slowly, not really knowing what to say. Mum pauses a few seconds before answering.

"What do you mean 'he isn't there right now'?" She asks a bit confused. I guess she thinks that he's just out, but nope. If it just were that easy...

"Uhm... Okay, look, me and Leo had a big fight this morning and he kinda left... I don't know if he's coming back 'cause I screwed up really hard, but ugh... I just don't know what to do." I explain. When I think about it, it's really just my fault. Leo didn't do anything.

"Charlie, I'm so sorry... Why didn't you tell me?" Mum says comfortingly.

"I just did." I answer confused, frowning, but she doesn't seem to hear.

"Well... Wanna come over and stay the night here?"

"No, it's fine... I-I just want to be alone..." I reply, feeling the tears in my eyes. I think my mum hears that I'm on the verge of tears.

"Are you sure? Brooke really wants to see you, and I miss you very much. We can watch a movie, have some snacks and just hang out, just like old times." Mum smiles.

"Thanks, but I think I need some rest..."

"Okay sweetheart, you do as you want to." Mum replies softly. "But call me if you need anything or just want to talk, I'm always here. And if you change your mind, then just come over."

"Thanks, mum. I love you."

I think about it. I really want to be alone and just think about what I did. Sure, if I can say it myself, I think it was mostly Mike's fault. I mean, I was drunk and stuff, I don't even remember half of the night. And I didn't blame Leo when he hit me when he was drunk 'cause I know that he couldn't control himself. Wait a moment. Mike. Mike.

"I love you too, darling." Mum answers nicely.

I don't want to be home alone if he's coming over. Plus, I need to get my car from Luke...

"See you." Mum says. "B-"

"Wait!" I interrupt her and pause so I know that she hasn't hung up yet. And to my relief, she's still there. "Thinking about it... Is it okay if I come over after all?"

"Of course!" My mum exclaims happily. I smile.

"I'll be there in half an hour." I reply.

"Okay, bye."
"Bye."

I got up in the bed after I had spent hours there. I pull off my clothes and change to knew one since those have a really bad smell of alcohol. I take out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized black hoodie and put them on. I walk into the bathroom and take a look at myself in the mirror. All I can see is a mess.

That's when I notice something on the sink. A small glass bottle. I take it up and read on it. 'Foundation'. This is not mine... It must be Leo's then... Is he using make-up? I've never seen-

I interrupt my own thought. He used it to cover his bruise. I look at the bottle, there's just a bit more than half left. He can't have used that much for one bruise... Which means that he has more, right?

I'm gonna find that fucker who hurt him. Nobody hurts my boyf- Oh...

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