From Straight Lines to Circles (bxb) ***ON HOLD***

Chapter Twenty Five

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***COLLINS POV***
First we walked to Billy's house, his tiny arms clinging to Charlie the whole time as he sobbed uncontrollably in his arms.

It took Billy five minutes to calm down enough for us to leave once we arrived at his house.

And yet after he finally went inside, slowly, cautiously creeping as though monsters were on his heels, we finally started the walk back to Charlie's house...

In complete, painful silence.
Charlie just stared at his shoes, his eyes strangely hooded and emotionless. The only sound was of our feet tapping against the ground, resounding hauntingly loud within the near empty streets. I didn't even try to hold his hand, sensing loud and clear that he did not want to talk to me.

I was, for lack of a better word, in deep shit.

And I knew it. However as much as I dreaded the decision that I had made, the one that was without a doubt going to change my life, I did not regret it.

Because it saved Charlie.

When we finally reached his house he paused, still looking at the ground and biting his lip in deep thought. I simply waited, watching him as he didn't move. Without raising his head he spoke, in a surprisingly calm tone.
"How could you do that?" He stated, making an unwarranted sigh leave my lips.

"It was necessary." I said, unable to resist reaching for his hand. He stepped away from me, crossing his arms and finally raising his head.
"Necessary? You just ruined your life!" He yelled, the volume shocking me after so much quiet. He started to pace, my brain scrambling to find a response...

But he wasn't finished.

"You just ruined your life for no good reason!" He spat, the self loathing clear on his face. His tone immediately softened as his self-hate rose, quieting into a soft, heart-breaking whisper. "You ruined your life for me. Why would you do something so stupid for someone so completely pathetic?" His eyes filled with tears, tears that he furiously wiped away, as if he hated them...

As if he were ashamed of them.
It made a strange part of me crumble, a stifling feeling of shame burn over my tongue as it refused to say anything that could possibly make him feel better. I raised a hand, attempting to brush the tears from his cheek, but he shifted his weight, effectively moving his face away from my touch...
Away from me.

"Baby..." I whispered, my voice disgustingly pathetic. He shook his head, the tears flowing harder, as his bottom lip trembled defiantly.

"No. Don't call me that, it isn't fair."

"Why? Why isn't it fair?" I yelled, my voice harsher then intended. His face contorted into something different, the desperation shining in his eyes.

"It's not fair for you to call me something that makes me love you more. Not when I know now."

"Know what?!" I practically screamed, no longer caring about the volume of my voice in the dark neighborhood. He walked up to me, giving my chest a single, rough push backwards in uncontrollable anger and desperation.

"That I could lose you now, at any moment." He stated, the tone so fragile that my anger practically disappeared.
And instead was replaced with desperate want.

I didn't even hesitate, walking up to him and pushing him backwards against the side of his house, placing my lips on his in the most intimate kiss we had shared so far. I wrapped my hands around him, desperate to forget how fragile our future was, instead focusing on the beautiful boy in my arms.

And it worked for a moment.
Until he pulled away, his wet eyes squeezing shut as if he was trying to regain control of himself.

"I can't." He whispered, moving his head as far away as possible in the limited space I had given him. My head immediately started to pound, my hands twitching to embrace him, my brain pathetically pleading for him to stay. "I can't be ok with you doing horrible things. I can't be ok with all of your enemies. And I will never, ever survive if you die because of me." He ducked under my arms, shakily pulling his house key from his pocket as he ran to the front door. When he finally managed to open the door, he stepped inside, not even hesitating before slamming and locking it behind him. I stared at it for a few moments, the disbelief numbing me.

"I love you." I whispered, knowing he could never hear me. But the words were so true that it made a tear run down my cheek, and an unbearable pain shoot through my chest.
And without the faintest clue of where I was going I took off in a run down the street, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.
Desperate to forget the boy who was tattooed so permanantly on my mind.

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I didn't sleep that night. I ended up at a dodgy bar, the vodka soon filling my veins like second blood.
As I stumbled around the black street, all I could think of was Charlie.

His face, his kindness...

How truly amazing it was that he even liked me in the first place.

Vaguely, I heard my cellphone buzz in my pocket, but I didn't even bother to check it, instead continuing to blindly stumble forward.

My body hurled forward, my thoughts interrupted as I tripped over my own, clumsy feet. I could feel the blood trickle down the top of my head but I didn't care, barely feeling anything but numb.

And for the first time that night, as I slipped into unconsciousness, I couldn't feel anything at all.

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When I woke up I was still lying on the street, the morning sun just starting to peek through the clouds.

I groaned as I lifted my body, the pain searing through my head. I could feel the caked blood on my eyebrow, sticky and uncomfortable. And the hangover was unbearable, my head pounding so hard in my skull it made my teeth chatter.

With alot of effort, I managed to stand, gravel pieces embedding themselves within my palms. Clumsily, I started to walk, shielding my eyes from the increasing intensity of the sun.

I groaned when I reached my location, but quickly realized I had no other place to go.

As I walked up the grafittied steps of Dane's appartment, part of me was relieved.

Because I didn't have to go home.

The other part was dreading seeing my best friend again... because we were going to have to talk.

And I didn't think my heart could handle it.

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