4. - – Charlotte
CHAPTER FOUR
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CHARLOTTE
~A week later~
It’s been a week since the incident. Physically, I’m fine, but mentally I’m absolutely destroyed.
Not from what Jeff did to me, but from the rejection from Theodore.
Chad told me that after I got out of the shower, he left.
I’m not sure how to process that. Part of me knows he did the right thing, but another part wants me to scream and yell at him.
It’s a constant battle I have to deal with.
I could be a lot worse if it wasn’t for Chad forcing me to go see a doctor who told me I needed to see a therapist, and after three hours, tears, and rage.
I’ve officially been diagnosed with PTSD and major depression.
I’m now taking medication and speaking to a therapist in person.
In one week, I’ve gotten help, but I still carry self-hate and anger.
Who that anger is based on I have no clue.
Chad told me I won’t have to worry about Jeff anymore.
And no matter how many times I’ve asked what he meant about that, he just tells me not to worry.
I walk into the kitchen to prepare dinner, since Chad and my therapist think it’s better for me to stay home for a couple of weeks after everything went down.
The one thing that slightly bothers me is the fact no one has called the cops on the incident.
I know Chad has cameras in the office, so it would pretty much be an open-and-shut case.
But once again, every time I bring it up to Chad, he tells me it’s been taken care of.
My frustration with this has gone through the roof.
Chad is treating me like a child, and Theodore ran away like a bitch.
With a heavy sigh, I began to make dinner, my mind staying blank as I work away, chopping vegetables.
I hear the front door open and Chad walking in, and it sounds like someone else, possibly with Josh, who is a sweet and goofy guy, but definitely not my type.
No, my type is a 6 '2 tall man with brown hair and hazel eyes.
I shake my head, trying to get the image of Theodore out of my head.
Bastard keeps haunting me, no matter how hard I try to forget.
“Hey, Char! What’s for dinner?” Chad calls from the hallway.
I roll my eyes, “Pot roast and vegetables!”
I’m picturing him doing an air punch and a weird happy dance.
Living with Chad, I realized this man cannot cook to save his life.
This man had over 50 take-out menus. Yup, those things went into the trash, and I took over cooking.
At first, he bitched about the cost of groceries, but after eating a week's worth of food that I cooked, he said that it was totally worth spending that type of money on food.
The domestic life wasn’t bad, granted, I missed working, but due to my fragile mental state, I had to be a good girl and do what I was told.
“Hey Charlotte, just to let you know, we have another guest here to eat,” Chad said.
“That’s fine, I made a lot like normal. There should be enough for dinner and for you to take some for dinner.” I reply.
I start getting the table, making sure to set another plate. Just as I came back into the dining room, I freeze. There stood Theodore, my heart skipped a beat, but rage filled my body. I set the food on the table and turn to glare at Chad.
“Why the fuck is he here?” I ask.
Chad held his hands up in defense, “he asked to come cause he wanted to talk.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, but turned my glare towards Theodore.
“You have a lot of fucking nerve to be here,” I say through gritted teeth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Chad runs from the dining room. I’ll deal with him later.
“Char..” Theodore starts to say.
“You have no fucking right to call me that.” I snap at him.
He flinches at my tone and lowers his gaze.
“I’m here to say I’m sorry.” He whispers.
“Sorry?! You’re sorry! Nah, fuck you, buddy. I needed you! I fucking needed you, and you ran away!” I yell.
“Charlotte, not like that. I wasn’t going to fuck you after what you went through.” He says.
“Maybe it’s exactly what I needed! But of course, you think you know everything!
You men are always thinking you know everything, but in truth, you bastards don’t know shit!
Did Chad tell you I had a huge breakdown after you left?
! Did he tell you I cut myself? Did you even fucking ask? ” I scream at him.
He flinches again and keeps his mouth shut.
“Of course not, you only care about yourself! You aren’t any better than Jeff!” I snap.
His hand shoots out and grabs a hold of my arm, and pulls me to him. I thrash against his hold, his other hand reaches up and holds my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“First of all, don’t compare me to that scum, second I thought I was doing the right thing.
Third, Chad never told me anything because he was mad at me.
Every time I would call, he would decline, and he never answered my texts.
So, no, I didn't know anything, and for that I’m sorry.
I left because I needed to wrap my head around everything. ” He says.
My body softened slightly, but the rage was still there. “So you ran? Like a coward! Fuck you and let go of me.”
His grip tightens slightly as he stares at me. I grit my teeth once more and thrash harder against his grip.
“I fucking said to let go of me!” I yell.
“No, I won’t! You need to listen!” He yells back.
We both stand there glaring at each other. We both weren’t gonna budge on this.
Chad’s voice broke through the silence, “Would you two fuck already!”
My face turns bright red, and Theodore freezes. We both stare at each other. My heart begins to race as Theodore’s gaze softens and his eyes shift from my eyes to my lips.