UNDER EDITING-Something New || Patrick Cripps

thirty four

I still can't comprehend why he kissed Sarah. It seems so unlike him to do that. I guess the only thing I can do is try and move on.

But the next couple days prove it won't be that easy.

(A week later)

Today is the day before the Best and Fairest and I still don't know if I'll go.

Jack has invited me to come with him, but he did say I didn't have to go because we both know that a certain someone will be there. My brother is aware that my wounds are wide open and fresh. I'm hurting. I'm hurting a lot as much as I don't want to.

I've barely slept since seeing Zac. My mind has been a jumbled mess that has prevented sleep from occurring.

I don't get how I was able to get sleep the day of his and Sarah's kiss.

Caleb and Jack have done everything in their power to stay at home with me, but there are some final things that need to be done at the club before offseason. So I'm home alone for a couple hours some days, and today is one of them.

I want my life to be how it was, but I'm shattered. I'm missing a piece of my life that I can't seem to live without. I want to deny it, but I can't. He was that piece of my life, and now I've lost him to a fraud.

I sit on the couch staring at my hands that shake slightly. Exhaustion is taking it's toll. I'm tired and a horrible mess. Only good thing is I've been drinking and eating fine.

My two boys have been trying to get me to sleep, but I just can't. I'm aware it's making my health decrease, but I just can't find sleep. Caleb and Jack are getting desperate, it won't be long until they truly start to get serious with me. I can already feel it coming on.

Leah has been a constant visitor. My brother gave her a key so she could come whenever she wants. She's become like my babysitter now, always asking how I'm coping and if I've been eating. It's a little annoying, but I know they're just looking out for me.

I rub my eyes, yawning. The doorbell rings and I nearly miss it. My body groans in argument as I pull myself off the couch. I'm weak and sore, sapped of energy as I drag my feet across the floor. I'm not really thinking about who it may be.

In a zombie like state I stumble over to the front door. I reach for the handle and pull it down letting the door swing open at it's own accord. I nearly fall back at who's eyes I stare into.

Uncertainty hugs their body as they bounce on their feet. They scratch the back of their neck slowly, nervously. Their eyes go wide with shock as they look at me up and down. The visitor goes to speak but I catch them out first.

"Charlie?" I gasp like I've been electrocuted. I blink continuously as if I've just woken up and am trying to clear my vision. He still stands there, curls and all. I blink again and he remains.

"Audrey? What happened to you?!" He asks troubled, the usual 'up himself' attitude lost and nonexistent. This is weird.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." I respond weakly. He raises an eyebrow doubtfully.

"You're not fine. What happened?" He questions urgently.

What has gotten into him? He's always so flirty around me and never has taken into consideration my feeling and emotions, but he's acting different. And also why did he come to my house in the first place? I haven't seen him for ages.

"Charlie, there's nothing to worry about. I've never been bett-" I suddenly feel like I've been whacked at the back of the head. I black out for a split second. I slip forward, landing in Charlie's arms.