Put The Gun Down

Chapter Ten

Charlotte's POV

I was putting my dirty dishes in the dishwasher when my phone rang, a strange number appeared on my phone. 

"Hello?"

"Good evening, is Charlotte Monclair available?"

"Um, speaking. Who is this?"

"Hi Charlotte, this is Rick from Alternative Press, we were hoping to do an interview with you to discuss your experience with Andy and get the full story behind his arrest." 

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about. What arrest?" Just then I realized what was going on.

"-I'm sorry, I have to go." I quickly hung up and gathered my things, dialing my father's number.

"Hey hun, what's-" I cut him off immediately.

"What did you do? Why did you tell the police?"

"Charlotte, he hit you. I was not tolertating that. It's time that the spoiled bastard learned his lesson, he's been subsidized his whole life! A few weeks in jail won't kill him." 

"Dad, you don't understand. He won't survive in there. He can't go to jail." Even though Andy had done me wrong, a part of me still cared and constantly worried about him. Especially because I knew that anything could trigger him at any time.

"Are you seriouly trying to protect him?"

"Are you seriously willing to let someone die because they made a mistake? i'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm speaking on his behalf."

With that, I hung up and wandered over the couch, pulling out my laptop to check the local news. Of course, Andy was head lining. His hearing was first thing tomorrow. I noticed an open tab in the corner, when I clicked it, my final report on Andy popped up. I took a deep breath as a scimmed over all of the negative things I had said, I paused before highlighting it and deleting it all. No one deserves to have their life ruined, especially Andy.

Andy's POV

I sat in a room similar to the one I was in before. I laid on the uncomfortable bed and just stared at the ceiling when there was a knock on my door. "Come in." I sighed. A short older man with brown hair a big glasses waddled in. "Ah, you must be Andrew..." He took a look at the folder in his hand. 

"I'm Glenn Oswald, I'll be your lawyer for tomorrow's hearing." I stayed silent and just continued to lay down. I could hear him flipping through the folder as he took a seat on a stool across the room. "Wowza, these people might as well charge you for a murder in the second degree!" He had a very heavy New York accent. 

"How so?" I sat up, clearly concerned. "Well I guess since you've never been convicted of any other crimes, they're trying to get you on as much as they can. However, since you have no history of criminal activity, they probably can't. But, let's just say they do. Then, we can pull the spoiled brat card and they'll put you on probation for a month or so." He shrugged like it was no big deal.

"What? No, I'm not spoiled and I'm not a brat. I had to work my ass off to get where I am today." I argued back. "But the judge doesn't know that." I rolled my eyes and ran a hand over the back of my neck. "I was doing to good for myself, then a damn girl had to come around and ruin it." I sighed. "You ruined this for yourself buddy, you were the one who came clean to her, you confided in her. You were selfish... you threw all of your baggage on her and expected her to carry it for you."

It was then that I understood Glenn's knowledge of psychology, there was something inside of me that told me that I could trust this man. "I was scared." I admitted. "I felt myself falling in love with her and it terrified me, she knew too much about me, but she insisted. She just kept digging deeper and deeper..." I shrugged, but Glenn wasn't buying it.

"Stop making excuses and stop feeling sorry for yourself, the court doesn't care about that shit. You wanna get better? Stop relying on other people and other things to make you happy. I'll see you tomorrow." He stood up and made his way to the door. "That's it? That's all you need?" I asked, confused. "I know enough about you, have a goodnight." And with that, he shut the door behind him.