Falling for my roommate

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"Ow! Shit!" Thomas whisper yelled.

Charlotte kicked and pushed against him as he quickly released her from his hold.

He stared at her in confusion for a moment until he realized that she was in fact still asleep.

He shook her shoulder gently and she woke with a loud gasp. Her face was tear stained and her eyes red and puffy.

"What happened?" She asked, rubbing at her eyes.

Thomas shrugged, "You kinda freaked out."

She looked down in shame, letting out a shaky breath, "I'm sorry, I had a nightmare."

He shook his head, "Why are you apologizing?"

She stared at his bare chest, not wanting to look into his eyes, "I... I don't know. I'm just used to it now I guess."

"Charlie, princess, The only time you would ever have to apologize would be if you did something wrong. Having a nightmare definitely isn't going something wrong," He said gently, cupping her cheek.

"But-"

"But nothing. Do you think you can go back to sleep?" He asked.

She shrugged, resting her head against his chest once again. He pulled her as close to him as he could and gently pecked her forehead once again.

"God, I hate this," She said quietly.

"What?"

"I hate feeling so weak," She admitted.

He stayed silent for a moment, pondering over her words, "Well, if you were weak you wouldn't have been able to fight him off and call the cops."

"If I'm not weak then how did he get me in the first place?" She asked weakly.

"Charlie, I know from experience that you are strong. There's a difference between being weak and someone attacking you out of nowhere," He told her, trying his best to comfort her.

He didn't know how to help someone who had been kidnapped. He didn't know what to say.

"Maybe it was my fault," She mumbled.

She had been the one to provoke Alfie, after all, she had called him a psycho. Perhaps he was only proving her point.

Thomas grabbed her waist and propped her onto his lap, "Charlotte Mortez, don't you dare say anything like that again. None of this could possible have been your fault. Alfie is a crazy bastard who belongs behind bars."

She looked into his eyes and shrugged, "I called him a psycho..."

He scoffed, "So what? That's exactly what he is. What could he have said to you to make you think it's your fault?"

"He kept calling me a liar... which he was right about."

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, "What did you lie about?"

"I kept telling him nothing happened between us. Lucy made some dumb comment about me and you having shower sex which he heard and then he kept saying me and you were fucking. Whenever I denied it he hit me."

Thomas inhaled sharply, although the thought of shower sex with Charlotte was very appealing to him.

"Alfie is a loon, it wasn't your fault. Even if you did lie to him, what we do isn't anyone else's business unless you want it to be," he mumbled, playing with a lock of her hair.

She slid off of his lap and lay back down beside him, resting her head on his chest once again.

"I know... but there was probably more I could've done to stop it."