02
CHARLIE'S POV
"Charlie, we're about to leave for dinner." I heard Dallas's voice next to me. I stretched and looked to see her laying next to me.
"Hi, Dally." I smiled and cuddled up next to her, hoping I could fall back asleep.
"Oh no you aren't, baby girl. We're all going to dinner." She said as she got out of bed.
"Dally, wait!" I said before she exited my room. "Can I have help covering up this?" I asked as I pointed to my black eye. She agreed and we went into my bathroom.
"What exactly happened, Char?" Dallas asked, concern lacing her voice as she helped cover up my eye.
"I fell, Dallas. I have those clumsy genes." I lied.
"We all know that's a lie, bug." Dallas replied. "Did they hurt you again?" Dallas is the only one that knows about Trent and all of them.
"Yes, they did." I sighed and played with my fingers.
"You know you'll have to tell Mom and Dad eventually." Dallas told me as she put the makeup away. I nodded. "Why don't you tell, Dems? Ya know, she's been through this too and she can help."
"No! No way! She hates me, Dally." I shouted out.
"She doesn't hate you, Charlie. She feels guilty about how she treated you that one night. You should give her a chance." Dallas spoke calmly.
"I'll think about it." I told her. She smiled at me.
"Are you going to be wearing that?" Dallas asked me.
"Depends, is it a fancy restaurant?" I asked.
"Kinda." She replied.
"I guess I'll change." I told her before she exited my room. I looked through my closet trying to find something to wear.
"Are you almost ready, baby girl?" Demi asked coming into my room.
"Don't you know how to knock?" I asked, obviously annoyed.
"I'm sorry." She replied. "I just wanted to see if you were almost ready."
"Well, I don't know if you can see, but I'm struggling to pick out an outfit." I said as I pointed to all my clothes by the floor. Demi laughed her famous laugh.
"I have some old clothes in my closet you can try on." Demi told me as she went into her room. Minutes later, she came in with some clothes.
"Do you have anything with long sleeves?" I asked her. She pulled out a fancy long sleeve shirt that was black. I went to go into the bathroom to try it on but it was too big.
"Does it fit?" Demi asked as I came out of the bathroom.
"It's too big, Dems." I told her looking at it.
"Let me check the size." Demi said as she came to look at the tag. Fuck, she's going to see the bruises on my back.
"I-I can check!" I told her as I tried to run into the bathroom.
"Nonsense, I can easily check right now." She grabbed ahold of my wrist and looked at the tag. "Charlie, what are these?" She asked as she lifted the back of my shirt. She carefully traced over the bruises and I flinched. She quietly apologized after I flinched.
"They're nothing. I'm fine!" I told her. "Can we just pick an outfit for me?" I asked her. She sighed and nodded in agreement.
"That top was a small, Charlie. That was the smallest size I had." Demi told me and started rummaging through my closet. That must have been an old top of hers.
"I'm sorry my closet is a mess." I told Demi as she kept looking through all my clothes.
"What's this?" Demi asked as she pulled out a notebook that held all the songs I wrote.
"It's just some songs I wrote, it's nothing big." I replied as I sat on my bed.
"Can I look at these later?" She asked looking at me.
"Maybe. I don't really want anyone reading them yet." I spoke calmly. "Especially you." I mumbled the last part, hoping she wouldn't hear.
"Charlie, I think it's time we talk about that night. I mean, it's been four years." Demi said putting an outfit on my bed.
"What is there to talk about? You said that you hate me." I picked up my outfit.
"Please, just hear me out." She started. "I don't hate you, Charlie. I said some things that night that I shouldn't have. I definitely shouldn't have taken it out on you." I looked at her face and it looked like she truly meant it.
'Don't let your walls down, Charlotte.'
'We're the only ones who care about you.'
"If you didn't hate me, then why did you not hang out with me every time you came over? You never called to check on me. You called Maddie and Dallas all the time. Why did you call them but not me? Why didn't you check on me? Am I not special? It hurt when I would hear you on the phone with one of them. It made me feel like I wasn't good enough." Everything that I've been thinking came pouring out of me like a waterfall.
"I didn't know you felt that way, baby." She spoke softly, it looked like she was going to cry. "I thought you hated me."
"You could've at least made an effort, Demi." I replied as I snatched the clothes off of my bed and went into the bathroom. I locked the door and got undressed. I looked at all the scars and fresh cuts on my arms. Why can't I be perfect? I looked at my stomach and all I saw was fat.
"Charlie, hurry up!" Mom shouted from downstairs. I sighed and proceeded to get dressed.
I put on a maroon pullover sweater, black leggings, and a pair of maroon Vans. I decided to leave my hair down. Feeling satisfied, I bounded down the stairs without falling. Way to go me.
"Everyone ready?" Dad asked us. We all nodded and piled into the car. Of course, I was stuck in the middle of Dallas and Demi because Maddie wanted the backseat to herself.
Maddie: You're welcome đ
Charlie: Fuck u đđ»
Maddie: Ya know you love me đ„șđ
Charlie: You're right but still, fuck u
My phone went off and I saw a text from Maddie. I sighed and rested my head on Dallas's shoulder. She played with my hair on the way there. How am I supposed to hide that I'm not eating with Demi around?