Bad Company

Chapter 34: It's Me

Charlie and I spent the following day literally laying in his bed and watching movies, eating junk and cuddling. Guilt still struck me as I cuddled up to Charlie, having my mind often wander - thinking about Billy and what and how he was doing. Why was he STILL on my mind? Especially now, when everything seems so calm and perfect. But yet something was so off, so unsettling to the point where I think I'm starting to have an anxiety attack over it.

Judging by the darkness outside Charlie's bedroom window, it was now late out. Charlie was yawning and I was oddly still wide awake. After all, we didn't leave this bed at all today unless we had to go to the bathroom or go downstairs to the kitchen to get food.

"I gotta piss." Charlie stated with a chuckle, sitting up in bed and smiling down at me.

"Then go to the bathroom." I giggled absent mindedly.

Charlie smirked at me and climbed out of bed, yawning as he made his way out of his bedroom. My stomach was aching with a random wave of nausea and I knew for a fact that I was going to be sick soon if I didn't do something to prevent it. When I was downstairs in the kitchen with Charlie earlier, I had noticed a bottle of gingerale and that appears to be my only option unless I want to projectile puke everywhere and see if Charlie still finds me attractive afterwards, yeah -- no.

Reluctantly, I got my skinny ass out of bed and slowly made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Christy had texted me at least a dozen times since yesterday and I figured I should probably reply to her finally. I texted her and told her I was alright. I didn't bother to read her texts as I was too busy on getting myself a glass and pouring some gingerale in it so that I could get rid of this God forsaken nausea.

The gingerale really was a life saviour, I felt almost better instantly. I sighed loudly and leaned against the counter in the kitchen, staring down at my phone screen as I finally started to read through all of Christy's texts. One text caught my eye and I found myself rereading it multiple times before realization finally sunk in. Christy had pretty much told me that Billy and the boys were going after B-street... she also informed me that the man I've spent the past two days with is. the. leader. of. B-street.

My knees buckled and ironically before I even had the chance to reply to her, my phone started to vibrate showing me that Christy was calling me.

Gulping, I slid my index finger across the screen before holding the phone up to my ear, "Hello?"

"Amber?! Jesus Christ, thank God. I'm coming to get you. You NEED to get the fuck out of that house, NOW." Christy shouted, her voice cracking from fear.

"CHARLIE IS MATT'S BROTHER." Christy screamed on the other end, "I ONLY FOUND OUT TONIGHT"

"Chris... You have to have the wro-" I was cut off by movement in the living room.

My phone fell out of my hand and my expression dropped as I stared at Matt standing in the living room with five other guys. He didn't notice me at first until a small whimper escaped my mouth. His eyes darted on me and the next thing I knew I was turning on one heel and bolting out of the kitchen towards the front door, not giving a single fuck about my phone or my purse upstairs.

"Megan and I have been trying to call Jack and Billy, no one is answering... that means they're on their way there. Amber, I'm on my way. Get out of that house, okay?! Hello?! AMBER?!" Christy shouted.

Christy had picked me up from Charlie's house the first night Charlie and I ever "hung" out together so she knew exactly where to go. But given the fact that Charlie lives on the richer part of Boston... she has quite a long drive to get to me.