Chapter 2

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"You need to go to a therapist, Charlotte," Gavin argued with me the next day.

"I don't want to, Gavin. I'm fine," I snapped. I instantly regretted snapping at him and grabbed his hand.

"I'm just trying to help you," he whispered. "I worry about you."

"I know. I appreciate it. I swear I'm fine," I kissed his cheek. He looked at me, his face full of worry. I put a hand on his cheek and gave him a crooked smile.

"Well, will you go with me to Burger King to get some lunch?" He got up, grabbing his gray sweatshirt.

I looked up, thinking. I didn't really want to go outside, but Burger King sounded good. I tapped my chin, thinking.

"I'll buy you anything you want."

"Alright, let's go," I hopped up and pulled my black sweatshirt on. Gavin laughed and opened the front door. I walked out, holding Gavin's hand. He held mine with a tight grip like if he didn't hold on tight enough, I would float away.


We ordered our usual and sat in our usual booth. We laughed and ate, talking about what Gavin did during the day. For me, it was always the same, hiding in my room and under my covers. The only reason I got out of bed was because of Gavin, he convinced me to do a lot of things.

I took another bite of my burger and looked at Gavin, who was watching me. "You don't really eat much anymore, Charlotte," those damn words somehow brought me back to when Nathan told me I ate too much and looked like a pig. It brought me back to the first time Gavin brought me here when I was a bloody pulp. I ate so much that day. It was mixed with good and bad memories.

"Charlotte?" his voice snapped me back. "Are you okay? Did you have a flashback?" He instantly got up and sat beside me, grabbing my hand and kissing it. "I'm here. It's okay." 

My heart swelled. "I am now. I just.. keep thinking about him." His face was full of concern.

"You're not going to like tomorrow then," he whispered.

Tomorrow is my meeting with the lawyer trying to get Nathan into prison. The court date is in a few days and she wants to talk to me and prepare me for that day. I didn't want to go but I had to so Nathan could be put away forever.

"You're right... I won't..."

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