Chapter 17 - Matt's P.O.V

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The taxi dropped me off outside the hotel. Traffic added minutes to what already seemed to be the longest journey of my life.

I made my way to the elevator and it was another few minutes before I reached Charlotte’s room. I felt anxiety swarm around me like wasps, ready to sting me at any second. Approaching the door in the hall way, I could hear exactly where she was.

The muffled sound of her voice could be heard, increasing in a crescendo as I prepared to knock on the door.

“Why did you do that? I don’t want him to find me.” Charlotte stated in a slurred voice.

“Well, if I didn’t,” spoke a voice that I recognised as Jenna, “then I know that you would regret this for the rest of your life.”

I broke up their conversation as I knocked on the door. It swung open and Jenna and Sarah abruptly left the room.

As I peered into the room, I saw Charlotte sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes wider and staring up at me in anticipation. She looked dreadful.

Her eyes were all sullen and her make-up had been smudged. Her hair was a mess and her skin was paler than it ever had been.

I walked over slowly and sat down on the bed beside her. I restrained myself from wrapping my arms around her as I could see that she wanted to be as far away as possibly from me.

“Charlotte, I sent Valary back to California. I don’t want her to get in the way of what we have.”

Charlotte said nothing and remained in her catatonic state of emotional withdrawal.

“Hey!” I said nudging her playfully. Still, she remained silent.

She swayed to the side before moaning in an irritable tone and falling to the side in which I had first nudged her.

She sat herself up and, removed from her inertness and peered angrily into my eyes. She had been brought back into the world of sobriety since I had called. Well, sort of.

I enclosed her hands in mine and she softened her gaze.

“Will you come back? I miss you.” I spoke with a quiet, vulnerable voice.

Her eyes widened and an empathetic expression made its way across her face.

“I-” she started, “I- don’t even know what to say to you right now.”

“Anything, say anything.”

She looked down at the bed with a confused countenance. Her mouth opened as if to say something before she started to shake her head.

She spaced out and just stared forward.

“Charlotte?” I said annoyed. “Hey, are you listening to me? Okay, fine, if you don’t want to come with me say so now.”

She said nothing and I took this as my incentive to carry her back to my car. I stood up and scooped her in my arms. She tried to wriggle free but I wouldn’t let her go.

“Matt, let me go! Come one, you’re being an ass-hole.”

I put her down and held onto her shoulders, so that she would have no choice but to look at me.

I widened my eyes at her and she pursed her lips.

“Talk to me.”

“Why should I have to? You’re the one who has to tell me what you were doing with Valary earlier.”

“What do you think I was doing? She was talking to me and tried to make a move. But I didn’t let anything happen!”

“Yeah, because the guys and I walked around the corner.” Charlotte retorted.

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