FORMULA LOVE

Aftermath

It's been a week since the event happened. A week since I've seen the two boys. I was overly happy about the disappearance of one but not the other. Leclerc was held in custody for another assault on the same person.

"Charles Leclerc is being held here" says the broadcaster on the TV, "for assaulting his past fling (Sadie Brando's) boyfriend who he named a rapist on Sunday night."

The word "rapist" shook me to my core, is that really what he is. If I stayed with him longer will he have acted the same way towards me as his past girlfriends. My brothers extract me from my thoughts by bundling me on my bed.

I was back at my parents for the time being seeing as I could and would no longer stay at Owen's. He's currently in the hospital being treated for all sorts of injuries. Both brothers look to see what is on the tv and immediately turns it off, they was just as shocked as me. Owen had been their family for quite a few months and now he was nothing more than their sisters abusive ex.

Mattie turned to me with sorrowful eyes, I didn't tell him what Owen had done to me, I will tell no one. I give him a faint smile to indicate that I'm fine - mostly. I turn to Jamie, he looked like he was about to explode.

"Hey Jay what's wrong?"

"What's fucking wrong!?" He shouts as his hands meet the back of his head, "he hurt my sister!"

"Jay stop it!" Mattie says as a wave of sadness hits me. I didn't realise how much it would affect my brothers especially Jamie.

"I'm sorry." He cries as he crouches to the floor against my knees, I ruffle the soft hair on his head as he weeps.

                                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's 4 and I'm watching the news with my parents. My brothers had gone to the shops for dinner, giving themselves time to come to terms with the situation.

"Darling." My mum starts as I hum signalling her to continue, "Me and dad think it would benefit you to see a therapist. Just for a little while."

"Nah. I don't need a therapist." I deny, what good will that do me. It's just bringing up trauma I never want to relive.

"Listen sweetie, we really think you should see one. Could you please try? For us?" My dad says, backing up my mum.

I roll my eyes at their pleas before nodding at them. I hated the idea of ever opening up to anyone.

I'm sat in the middle of my parents as my mum caresses my wavy hair, "Why didn't you tell me the truth that day? On the plane to France?" She asks gently. I take a big inhale of air, calming my nerves, "I just... I just didn't want to make him mad. I didn't want him to hurt me again."

"Oh Darling." My mother says as her voice breaks and a tear rolls down my eye. She and my dad engulf me in an embrace, I suddenly feel safe and not afraid. I'm not alone anymore, the only other time that I'm ever felt this way is when I've been with Charles.

I get a ping from my phone snapping me out of my trance:

Lewis: Me and Ellie are on our way to see you now :)

My smile lights up, I'm not even listening to the news until my parents' conversation becomes silent. I turn my focus towards the TV.

"Breaking news, Charles Leclerc has just been released from custody following the assault of Owen Dugray. He told us he was going to make sure the man got what he deserved." The reporter explains.

My smile becomes even bigger. I sit forward so I rest upon my knees and start to cry. Tears roll down my face so much that I make a stain in my jogging bottoms. My parents again come to squeeze me tight in reassurance. "He's been cleared!" I say not quite believing it.

The door bell chimes and I sprint to open it. With all my might I drag open the wooden door and am met with Lewis and Ellie.

"HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS! LECLERC'S NOT GOING TO PRISON."

"We know." Lewis reply's as he looks to my best-friend funnily. I look at them in confusion before they both step to either side and reveal another visitor.

Everyone becomes silent, my mouth hangs open in bewilderment. "There's no wa-"

"Hey Sayd." He says in his normal brooding tone. I waste no time in flinging myself towards him. He manages to catch me as I wrap my legs around his torso and he held my hips. "I've missed you." He says happily before kissing me. It was gentle but desperate at the same time.

Wow he really did miss me.

My forehead rests with his as he looks at me with complete admiration.

"So you must be Charles. We've heard ALOT about you." My dad says jokingly but also with sincerity behind us.