Missing [c.l]

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I bring my knees up to my chest and sit my chin of them, staring blankly ahead, thinking about Charlie.
Why does he do this? Why does he make these things in to such a big deal? He knows I love him more than anything in the world and he knows how lucky I feel to have him. Does he not understand how much pain I'm going no through not knowing where he is? What he's doing? For all I know he could of killed himself.
I stick my head up and gasp right when the door bell rings, I quickly answer it.
"Leo" I say, once again bursting into tears. "What if he"-
"He didn't kill himself if that's what you're going to say." He says, looking at me with deep concern, "I just got off the phone with him and he's in a bad state." I stare at his eyes, flickering from one to the other.
"Where is he?" I say, gesturing to the couch. Leo sits down slowly.
"He wouldn't tell me, he just kept saying something about America"
"America? ... Yes! That's where he's going, he told me that if he was ever to leave home and move somewhere else it would be America" I say excitedly
"Angel, there are a few flaws in your theory. First of all, America is a damn big place, like it's huge. And second of all, where the hell would he get the money? He left with nothing."
"He probably stopped by his house when he left. Maybe he's been saving up, Leo I really think he's planning on going to America."
"But where in America? Like I said, it's huge"
"I don't know" I say softly with tears rolling down both cheeks. Leondre shuffles closer to me and puts his arm on my shoulder.
"Listen, if he's going to America, there's no way he's gone by now, unless he went straight to the airport, bought the ticket and boarded the plane immediately, he must still be in the uk. Where would he go Angel? Do you know where he would go if he doesn't want to be found?"
"I really don't know" I say, closing my eyes and wishing this was all a bad dream.
"Why don't we go to his house? Just to look around." He says
"Why can't you call him again and ask if he's going to America?"
"He won't tell me, he won't even listen to me. All he said was "America bitches" a few times then hug up on me. I think he's drunk.
"Right so maybe he's at a bar?"
"Let's just go to his house first and see if we can stitch anything together" Leo takes my hand and guides me out the door, he can tell how fragile I feel just now.