When Fate Decided to Play its Part

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT:

CHARLOTTE

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Althea hit her until Charlotte begged and apologize, saying she was just kidding, and she knows Tyler. Althea huffed and squinted her eyes on her; of course, how could she forget about him? Charlotte rubbed her arms that were reddening from her pinches, honestly, Althea felt bad, but she didn’t show it. Serves her right.

Charlotte complained that it stings, she sneered at her. “You want more?”

“No thanks,” she mumbled while flinching away. She continues to rub her arms and look at her. “Is he really with him? Of all people?”

“Hmm.” Althea just hummed in agreement and recounted the events of what happened as how Becca did to her. Charlotte nodded in understanding before turning silent, it was brief, but Althea saw guilt flashing in her eyes.

She pursed her lips and smack her with the pillow. She didn’t dodge and let the soft thing smack her face before saying; “I really need apologize to Kyle, I almost made him motherless.”

“Shut up!” She hit her again, not bothering to correct her.

She frowns, “I don’t want him to be motherless after being grandparent-less-“

“Charlotte- just shut up- never mind that- come here, let me pull your hair out.”

“Don’t, my husband will not like me even more. But- kidding aside,” Charlotte stole the pillow and hugged it. “Why did you let him go with him? Can I safely assume that your over-“

“No.” She answers immediately, not even letting Charlotte to finish her sentence.

The temperature in the room dropped by several degrees again, it was okay after they broke the ice earlier, but the atmosphere changed for the second time. Unlike a couple of minutes ago, it was Charlotte who’s refusing to have an eye contact with Althea, but now, Althea was looking anywhere but her eyes.

She looked at her in silence. Her heart aches every time she sees her like this, like she was trapped in an endless maze. Charlotte thought she was already okay after therapies, but it seems like she was blind enough or pretended to be blind to not notice.

The silence was madly suffocating, Althea begun biting her lips again and holding the ring finger- but the ring that keeps her nerves in check was gone. It made her sunk into a dangerous pit. She started to overthink things in her head, and it got darker and darker. In silence, she began fretting over things. Months ago, she should have stopped it early and not fall into something she wont like, but the past events unearthed memories that accelerated her fall even more.

Lost in the sea of her past memories;

She lost her reasoning.

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her lips into thin lines before breaking the

“Althea-“

later- hear

having an

mustn’t!” She almost shouted, but she was catching her breath as it becomes ragged and uncontrollably short. Her chest aches

standing by the wall. It had no facial features,

It was him.

of shivers in her spines. Like a broken switch, she saw different places, a hospital, and an old, abandoned factory. The places she saw switches every second, distorting with her vision. The only thing that remained standing there,

she heard a

“I told you,”

It’s him.

eyes, and she can feel her throat tightening; she was choking. Her mouth was dry,

his lips in an

would come

He’s really here!

good god!” She can hear Charlotte’s voice faintly, she felt- or maybe it was just an illusion- her holding her trembling hands and squeeze it weakly before calling for

it happened or not, Althea doesn’t know.

the shadow of that man was walking slowly towards her. She tried calming herself by breathing in and out deeply but her breathing stuck in her throat. It was swirling, it was only a distortion, she knew it was an illusion, because he can’t be here, it was impossible, but her mind still panicked, and she can’t

and called

out. She was struggling to give more distance between the two of them, she was trying to escape. But like a

watched in horror as his hands inched closer to her throat. It was

Slap!

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Charlotte panicked, thinking she accidentally killed her with

her shoulders and shook her furiously, her one knee is

-

and she realized that she was breathing again. With her heavy breathing, she looked around and saw that

Her whole body is

gentle caresses of Charlotte’s thumb on her shoulder.

raised her head and she saw her looking at her with

after hearing the crack of her voice, after some hesitation, she finally asked what she was meaning to. “So I was

speak. Charlotte tightened her hands on her shoulders. She gently shook her. “I let you stop your therapy just because you

usually weak but she had a little bit more strength

being silent. The surpassed anger in her made her voice cracked and shaking. “Do you think it is? If it was- I would