Chapter 9

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Charlotte’s P.O.V

Telling Matt about Jeremy had really depressed me. I hated reliving the worst memories of my life.

I rummaged through my purse until I found my phone. I scrolled through recent contacts until I found Sarah’s number. I called her.

“Charlotte, what’s wrong?”

“I really don’t feel too good. I don’t think I can make it to help set up.” I lied, but it wasn’t completely false.

“Oh, can you still come tonight though? Jenna will be pretty upset if you don’t.” Sarah sounded disappointed.

“I’ll try.” I pretended to sound ill. I coughed a couple of times for effect.

“When you’re alone, will you tell me the real reason why you sound depressed? What happened?” Sarah could see right through me. She knew that I wasn’t really sick.

“Yes, I will. I’ll talk to you tonight.” I was beginning to grow impatient.

“Okay, bye. Remember that I’m here if you need me.”

“Yes, I will. Bye.” I abruptly hung up the phone.

Matt looked at me nonchalantly.

“You’re willing to sacrifice a friend’s birthday just to spend time with me?” He sounded excited.

“No, I really do feel ill. Can you take me home?” I pleaded.

Matt giggled and raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, but on one condition. Can I stay with you?” In all honesty, I just wanted to be alone. But telling him that would most likely make him want to stay more.

“Why do you want to?”

“Because it’s obvious that you are trying to avoid any human contact. Its unhealthy you know.”

“What is?”

“To isolate yourself.”

I looked at him. He was staring back with his huge hazel eyes gazing directly into mine. I couldn’t resist.

I didn’t know how to respond.  

“Matt, just take me home!” I pleaded desperately.

“For this relationship to work you have to be open with me!” Our voices became raised.

“I didn’t even know we were in a relationship.” I stated bluntly.

“You know what, fine I’ll take you home. I don’t fucking believe this. Couldn’t you have made this decision before we set off?” Matt was shouting now.

“I didn’t feel like this then!” I asserted. I had to stop myself from breaking down in tears. I hated confrontation.

Matt drove me back to my apartment without saying another word.

I got out of his car and slammed the car door. He aggressively drove off and I ran upstairs to my apartment.

I sat down on the sofa and sobbed. My phone started vibrating. I so hoped that it was Matt. I just wanted him to make me feel better.

I looked at the caller ID. Sarah.

I answered the phone, holding it up to my ear, but I said nothing.

“Hello? HELLO?”

“Sarah,” I whimpered. “Can you come over?” I really needed to talk to someone.

“Yes, of course! I’m on my way now!” She sounded worried.

She hung up the phone.

I fell asleep and was abruptly awoken by Sarah banging on my door.

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