Behind The Scenes

Chapter Ten

"Charlotte." Robert yells while banging on my door. It's noon the next day, and I've been up since six this morning, I wasn't able sleep much after last night.

Robert called and texted me at least twenty times since nine o'clock. He just started banging on my door about fifteen minutes ago, and I refuse to talk to him. It wasn't his fault, I just don't know what to say to him.

"Can we please talk?" Robert yells in between bangs. The entire morning I haven't gotten out of my bed except to go to the bathroom when I first woke up.

"I'm sorry." He says and stops knocking. I sit up and take a deep breath. I know he's not going anywhere, he's probably just pacing around outside.

I stand up, and walk to the door. Just before I open, I close my eyes to I rethink my decision over. I open the door but walk away instantly to go to my fridge, leaving the door open.

"Charlotte." He says as a sigh of relief. He walks in and closes the door behind. "You know, the deaf lady next door started complaining about my obnoxious banging, I would've thought you would hear my banging before the deaf lady."

I almost laugh at his comment, but I knew that if I did, I would give into his trap, so I didn't, even though there was no trap.

"Can we talk about last night?" He asks walking toward me, I quick turn around and face him, not wanting him to take another step.

"Yes, but go sit on the couch." He nods and walks over to the couch and sits down. I grab my juice pouch, tropical punch, to be exact.

"I'm sorry-

"Stop there." I pause as I take a sip of my juice, "It wasn't your fault, there's nothing to apologize for."

"Well, I shouldn't have been drunk." He says looking up at me.

"That's not what the problem was." I pause to rethink, "Well, you're actions of being drunk had nothing to do with it. I've just been lied to, too many times. Don't get me wrong, the kiss was fine, I liked it, until it got more intense and it immediately brought me back to a bad night with a guy where we were both drunk."

He doesn't say anything but just look at me, so I continue, "I want to just pause whatever is going, so I can get my crap together. I don't want every good moment we share, take me back to a bad moment I've had."

"I agree." He nods and stands up.

"Did you ever take the gun to your place?" I ask as he makes his way over to me. "Since you had all morning to bug me."

"That's actually part of the reason I came over here, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me." He says and stops only a foot away from me.

"Sure." I smile.

"So, are we friends again?" He asks pulls me in for a hug, and remain there for a couple good seconds as I nod acknowledging his question. We pull apart and he asks, "Why weren't you afraid of me when I was holding the gun?"

"What do you mean?" I stall because I don't know how to answer it.

"Well, Jon and Gwyneth were terrified of me, and when you came in, you were calm, even when I like," he starts to demonstrate his actions using his hands, "swung it around and almost shot you."

"Well." I pause, still stalling, I knew right away that he knew what I was going to say.

"That son of a bitch didn't point a fucking gun at you did he?" He asks referring to my father.

"He was drunk at the time, it's fine."

"No, that's not okay, he could've shot you."

"You think I don't know that?" I snap for some unknown reason.

"I could've shot you." He pauses and steps back, thinking about how he is somewhat similar to my father.

"But you didn't-

"What if I did?" He interrupts me. "What if-

"It didn't happen Robert, let it go. I forgive you, stop making yourself feel bad, it's over." I say walking around him to throw my juice pouch away, "It's okay."

"I'm sorry." He says.

"You know." I get back to where I was standing in front of him, "I'm not afraid of much, except for giant spiders that show up out of no where. It was so fury and gross."

"Oh yeah, did you ever kill that thing?" He asks as I start to chuckle, and think of ways I could trick him.

"No," I pause, trying to make it as realistic as possible, "but, I may have captured it and put it in your trailer as revenge, but that was after you pissed me off."

"You did what?" He rethinks what I just told him.

"Now we're even." I say with a smile.

"What the fuck? Are you fucking serious?" He says about to leave my trailer.

"I'm kidding, I killed it by stepping on it, then throwing that shoe away because I couldn't deal with it." I say laughing at how serious he took it.

"Jesus Christ, I though you actually did it." He takes a deep breath, wiping his face as he leans against the counter, "I'm gonna get you back, and when I do, you'll never see it coming."

"I'm sorry." I say in uncontrollable laughter.

"Anyways," he says rolling his eyes, "on a serious note, and just out of curiosity, have you thought about what you want to do in regards to your mother?"

"No." I shake my head and look down, "I don't know, I guess I should, I just don't want to."

"Would you want me to come with you?" That wouldn't be a bad idea. If I get too mad at my brother, I might attack him, and that wouldn't end well, since he is a twig, and I work out.

"You probably should." I look at him.

"When do you wanna go?" I appreciate how he doesn't forgot about what I have told him. It's nice not having to remind him.

"As soon as possible." I chuckle but it's true, I want this whole thing to be over, and behind me.

"Wanna go after we go to my place, I'll drive?" 

"Sure."