Love?

Better this way

Kyles POV

Once we had got upstairs I placed Charlotte on her bed with a kiss to her forehead and closed her bedroom door. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and sat on the couch. The last few days have really put everything into perspective, when I came back to school to get some papers and I saw her on the ground with blood everywhere I thought I had already lost her. As I kneeled beside her and called 9-1-1 I could feel her life slowly slipping away, I couldn't hold back my tears. I waited for hours for the doctor to tell me how she was, when he told me that Charlotte wouldn't make it I sat by her bedside for days. She was strong I knew she would wake up, she had to. I slept by her bedside, I never left her side and I made a promise to myself that I never will leave her side till the day I die. Holding her hand I wept many tears, it hurt to see the person I love lying here in a hospital when he doctors had given up hope. The all my hopes and all my prayers came true, she tried moving but I was so worried she would hurt herself I jumped up and held her back down. I was going to do everything to protect her. She tried blaming herself for everything but none of this was her fault, I was going to find who did this to her. They were going to pay for hurting my girl. I could tell she was in pain but was hiding it, when the doctor came and asked her about what happened and she told him she tripped, I knew she was lying. She avoided all eye contact with me, I know she was lying but I didn't know why. Who was she trying to protect, she didn't say anything when her father abused her, and she didn't say anything about Jordy to anyone. She hid her pain from others and I could see that it was really starting to affect her. When our eyes met I knew she could tell I didn't believe a word about what happened.

While she was asleep one night I drove back to the apartment to get her some clothes and so I could take a shower. When I got back I signed her release forms and grabbed some crutches. Walking into her room I held up the clothes and she smiled. I handed her the hoodie and shorts. When she breathed into the hoody tears formed in her eyes and she started crying. I came by her bedside and held her hand, I hated when she cried because it meant she was in pain. 

'What's wrong Charlie?' I held her hand rubbing circles on the back of it. She wiped away her tears and plastered on a smile 

'Oh it's nothing, don't worry' she said but I knew she was lying. To give her the benefit of the doubt I believed her and hoped she would tell me the truth later on. 

'Okay, do you need help getting changed?' I asked her and she went a light shade of red before nodding. After helping her get changed I helped her to my car. Once we were on the road I started thinking about all that has happened in the last few days then I heard her quiet voice 

'Kyle?' I looked towards her. 

'Yes my sweet' I caught her blushing at the nickname and I silently chuckled. She hesitated for a second like she was going to ask me something then decided against it and instead asked 

'Can we get something to eat, I'm hungry' she stated rubbing her stomach. We both laughed 

'Sure Charlie' I smiled and then I put the car in drive and we were off. Throughout the car ride I noticed Charlie staring out the window, she had a unreadable emotion plastered on her face, I wanted to ask what was wrong but I could get the words to come out so we just drove in silence. Once we got out the car and into the building, I saw her expression fall as she stood by the lift. "OUT OF ORDER" on red tape was covering the doors, this gave me an Idea and I gave her a small smirk before picking her up bridal style and carrying her upstairs. She laughed for a bit and then I felt her body go limp in my arms as she curled up against my chest and fell asleep. Chuckling to myself I got to the apartment and put her in her bed, placed her crutches beside her and kissed her forehead. 

That leads me to now; I'm sitting on the couch water bottle in hand as I figure out how to ask Charlotte a question I have been longing to ask since the day I first saw her.

Charlotte's POV

I felt Kyle place me down onto a bed before kissing me on the forehead and leaving my room.

When I woke up everything was dark, I was no longer in my bed at Kyles apartment; I was back in the house I was raised in. I became very scare when I heard a low chuckled form the corner.

'Don't resist baby girl, your precious Kyle can't save you now' I knew that voice, it haunted my memory; My father. A light switched on and I saw that my ankles were tied together. My hands tied either side of me to posts. I tried to get out but the rope just burned my hands, my father's figure came into view dragging with him someone whose head was covered with a bag. I looked up at my father to see the cold pitch black heart of his eyes staring down at me, a nasty grin across his face 'I told you baby girl you would regret waking up' and he slapped me. The pain wasn't bad I had gotten used to this sort of attack. My father ripped off the bag on the persons head. 

'Kyle' I cried as I saw what my father had done to him. His face was covered with bruises, one of his eyes had swollen to the point he couldn't see and his lip and been split from multiple blows. Tears ran down my face as I tried to help Kyle, 'I'm so sorry Kyle'. Kyle looked up at me, there was no love in his eyes, no worry, he had the same look in his eyes as my father; hate. 

'You little bitch, you did this to me because of you I'm going to die. Why did I ever love you, your nothing but a little whore that everyone's had a ride on. Your useless, just like your father said. Why have I waste my love on something so pathetic, so weak. I should never have saved you when you tried killing yourself, the worlds better off without you' my father chuckled. 

'What a speech, i almost regret having to kill you' my father clapped. Then he pulled out a gun and shot Kyle in the head 'Sadly your useless too' my father muttered under his breath. My screams filling the small room as the blood of Kyle spread and I was now sitting in it. I closed my eyes just wishing this would all end. I felt myself being shaken but I couldn't look at Kyle's dead body anymore. The tears ran down my face, my head suddenly become very light and I felt myself falling before I was shaken awake. I shot up and saw Kyle beside my bed, his eyes filled with worry and I could tell he was scared. 

'Its okay Charlie, it was just a dream. I'm here' he looked at me with so much worry. My mind kept going back to what he had just said in the dream, he's right I should've died that day. As long as i stayed here with him, there was a high chance he was going to be hurt again. Even though i love him, my emotions don't matter anymore. I can't let him help me anymore. This hurt but it was the right choice.

'I'm fine Kyle' I said coldly. His eyes screamed with more concern. It almost cracked me but i kept strong. 

'Charlie I know you're not okay, you can tell me what's wrong I'm always here for you' Kyle said whilst holding my hand. Looking down at our hands, just living the last few good moments of life. Letting his hand go I asked him to leave me alone. He looked really sad that I was pushing him away but I knew within a few hours his pain and worry will end. I will no longer be here to cause it. He left the room with an understanding look that i needed some space. 

A few hours later I got up using my crutches I went to the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door I opened up the medicine cabinet and took out as many pills as I could find. Opening each one I tipped them into my mouth. After downing about 6 I felt my head become very light and I let my body collapse on to the ground; welcoming death as in old friend.