𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗟𝗶𝗲- cnco (on hoId)

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

CHARISMA

It's probably like 9 pm and I'm still talking to Irena.

She brought me vodka in a water bottle and to say I'm thankful is an understatement.

She's one of the people I actually like here.

My phone rings. It's Roma.

"Char, I'm so sorry" She says.

"For what?"

"Maxim is....."

My heart sinks.

I don't hear her next words. I don't need to.

Someone murdered my fucking best friend, the man I've known ever since I was in diapers.

I don't even realise I'm crying until Irena touches myarm.

"Are you okay?"

"Charisma? Char?" Roma's yells 

"I'll be there"

"No, Char don't-"

I hang up.

Irena takes one look at me and hugs me as I break down again.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry" She said, in a comforting way.

"So am I" I whisper

"Miss, you're required to stay in the hospital for another day"

As soon as Irena went, though reluctantly, I wasted no  time in ripping my IV off, changing my clothes (thank you, Irena) and demanding for discharge from the hospital.

"Like fuck I am"

"Miss, please-"

"Woman, my best fucking friend was just murdered" I snap "You wanna pick a fight with me? Wrong fucking day"

Her mouth opens and closes like a goldfish.

I shove past her and she doesn't move.

My outburst was so loud that neither the patients nor the staff stop me. All they do is give sympathetic looks.

I call my father while walking out.

"You can pay the hospital now"

"Roza, look, I know how you feel right now and-"

"No, you don't" My voice rises, people turning to look at me but I don't give a damn.

"Baby-"

"Loss isn't a woord in your dictionary, considering you remarried not even a year after Mama's death"

Glass shatters on his end and I hang up.

Screw everyone in the world who thinks they can control me.

I'm 18 fucking years old and I'm done letting people mess with my head.

I'm a mess by the time I reach Maxim's room.

The tiny cabin he'd bought close to our mansion.

He deserved so much better.

I'm practically rummaging his room like one's of those crazed sad women you see in movies.

But the pain I feel is real.

I'm gonna avenge Maxim, even if I die trying.

"Charisma! Stop it" I can hear Christopher but I don't stop.

I'm too blinded by tears to realise what I'm doing.

His chest hits my back as he holds my arms "Charisma, stop" He growls and this time I do.

I look him in the eyes and the distraught sympathy breaks me.

I sob into his shirt, his arms surrounding me.

He strokes my hair and it feels way too good to let go.

"Here, you can sleep here for today" He says softly.

I lie down on what was Maxim's bed. The scent of his cologne makes me sad and I cry again.

He pats my arm awkwardly and proceeds to  walk to the door but I stop him.

"Please just stay with me? For a bit?" I sound needy but fuck if I care.

He nods and thats the last thing I see before sleep takes me under.

A/N ; added another murder to make this long-

how is this so far? dont ghost read pls, i dont bite :)

a heartstring-tugging chapter here and yes, i was emotional while writing 🥺🥺