Mistakes ||Sequel to Party||

33

Leondre's POV:
I'm outside the apartment. The apartment where I used to live a few days ago.
I came home from school just an hour ago and I am still in tears. The day was shit. It was so bad that I don't even want to talk about it.
When I got home from school I wrote a letter. A letter to Charlie. Now you may be wondering why I wrote a letter and just didn't send a text like kids do these days. Well, because this is an important letter. It contains stuff you don't just write in a text. That's why.

I take out the letter from my pocket and lean down, squatting in front of the door. I stare at the letter for a while before giving it a slow kiss and then I push it under the door so it ends up inside the apartment on the doormat. I hope that Charlie won't step on it or something, but when I think of it, it doesn't even matter. He won't care if I'm gone anyway.

Charlie's POV:
After staying a few days at my mum's place, I finally decide to get home again. There is just one thing that's bothering me; I still haven't heard anything from Leo. I don't even know where he is, or if he's even aliv- I stop myself in the thought. I don't even wanna think the sentence. He has to be alive. I don't care if he doesn't want me back, but at least I want him to be happy. If he dies... I have no reason to continue to live.

I turn off the engine and get out of the car, locking it. I walk into the stairwell and walk up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. When I arrive at the forth level, I walk up to my door and unlock it, walking into the apartment. I can still feel the scent of him.

I pull off my jacket, turn on the light and walk straight into my bedroom. I'm hella exhausted after all this...shit going on. I lie down on the bed, on Leo's side, and hug the pillow. I would cry if it weren't for two things. 1, I've cried for days and there's like no tears left and my eyes are just really exhausted. And 2, just as I close my eyes, I hear the creaking sound of a door closing. I quickly open them again and look over to the bedroom door just in time to see it close fully.

I get really confused and scared at first, but then I see a familiar person. He stands in the corner behind the door and our eyes meet when I look at him. He starts walking forward to the bed and I just freeze.

Thought it was Leo, huh? Nope. Mike. That fucking asshole.
I get pretty annoyed, but when I see his devilish smirk and realize that I can't escape from here, the fear takes over.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yell, breaking out of my shock. He just chuckle wickedly. I start to seriously wonder why he is real and not a fictional character, because he would really fit as a fictional character. I mean, who can even laugh like that? It sends shivers down my spine.

"Charlie, you don't get this, do you?" He asks as he reaches the end of the bed. I sit up and crawl as far away from him as possible. Suddenly he takes out something from his pocket. It's paper. He's unfolding it and I look confused at it. "I found this on the doormat."

I still don't get a thing. What paper is that?
"I thought we had talked about this?" Mike continues.
"About what?" I ask confused, trying to get my heart to beat slower.
"That little teenage boy." He replies and I frown.

"Me and Leo haven't talked in days because of you!" I say, starting to get a bit irritated.
"Oh yeah? So what's this then?" Mike asks and holds up the paper. I try to see what it says, but it's too small letters. Mike takes a step forward and holds it closer to me. "Recognize this?"

That's when I realize that it's Leo's handwriting.
"Hey! Give me that!" I yell, trying to rip the paper out of his hand. Did Leo write a letter and place it on my doormat or what? I don't get it.
"Nu-uh." He says and pulls back his arm. I look at him with angry eyes. What if that paper is important?

Mike just smirks again and grab the piece of paper with both his hands.
"No, no, no. Don't you dare!" I say, glaring at him. He just smiles devilish and looks straight into my eyes while ripping the paper into pieces. Piece by piece. I feel all emotions at once; anger, fear, sadness, etc.

But the anger is bigger and takes over.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I shout as I quickly stand up from the bed. I walk up to him and try to push him away, but he's too strong. He grabs my arms and pushes me back onto the bed. I try to kick him, but he just grabs my legs too.
"Don't you wanna have some fun, Charlie? Now that Leo isn't here." Mike smirks and suddenly the fear takes over again. I start to realize again that no one can help me now. It's just me and Mike.

"Get off me!" I yell, trying several times to push him away. But he manages to hold me still and make everything I do hopeless. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
This time he places his hand over my mouth. Bad decision. I bite him, hard, and he lets out a scream in pain. He pulls away his hand and looks at me.
"So you want it that way, huh?" He asks, grabbing my wrists harshly.

He pulls me up to the top of the bed and takes out a rope. He ties up my hands to headboard and I try to pull in them, but it's hopeless.
When he's done, he gives me another smile. Have you ever seen a horror movie? The ones with clowns? You know the smile the clowns usually have plastered on their faces. That kinda smile explains what Mike's smirks look like.

He leans down and place his hand on my cheek before pressing his lips to mine. I wince in disgust, but I can't stop him. He then pulls away and looks into my eyes.
"I'll be right back, baby. Don't go anywhere." He smirks and walks out of the room.

My brain is overwhelmed with thoughts, but when I realize I actually have a chance to get out of here, or at least make up a plan, I take a deep breath and try to calm down. After a while my brain starts working again and I try to be as smart as I can.

Okay, Charlie, now you're alone. Think, think, think! What can you do?
I look around in the room. I can't really reach anything unless it's very close. Suddenly my eyes land on my phone.
Who can you call, Charlie? Should you call Leo even though you two aren't talking? I mean, this might be between life and death. What if that freaks wants to murder you?
But that maybe isn't a good plan after all...

What about your mother? Can you call your mother?
I don't know....
Harvey...? Harvey. HARVEY!

Now I just gotta figure out how the hell I can get my phone.
I sit up, trying to think of a plan. Then I suddenly realize something and try to grab my phone of the bedside table with my feet. I fail several times and the worst thing that can happen now is that it falls to the ground, then it's no chance in the world that I will be able to reach it.

I look over at the door every twenty seconds, in case Mike would come back, luckily he hasn't yet.
But I get the feeling that I don't have much time, which stresses me out. But I keep telling myself over and over again that I have to calm down, otherwise I will never succeed.
And I feel like this chapter....is gonNA END WITH A CLIFFHANGER! TA DA!

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