Charlotte Rose

Charlotte Rose Tomlinson grew up the normal life. If the normal life includes having a full passport by the age of four and going on tour with your superstar father. Sadly her mothers and fathers relationship came to an end and ended up with her mother getting into a serious car accident which meant that Charlotte had to live with her aunt in London and help take care of her sick mother.

Eventually, Charlotte wants to live her own life and do things her own way. She becomes romantically involved with the schools bad boy and her whole life is thrown for a loop. Will her life ever be the same?

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22. Throw it all Away

Dear readers,

 

Okay so recently I've been writing a lot for this story and I've had a lot of inspiration, and now I'm kinda at a dead end. I'm from New York, not the city but Long Island so I'll be mentioning a lot of towns and land marks and stuff like that. So enjoy, bear with me though.

 

 

Charlotte's P.O.V

 

 

My body lays against him and he cradles me in his arms.

 

"Stop it okay. You need to get ready, we're leaving soon," He says walking away from me. I'm left alone on my balcony staring into a place that's so new to me. It's all kind of over whelming to me, being that I'm moving to a different country, my and my boyfriend thingy whatever you'd want to call it cheats on me, and then to top it all off I have a complete mental break down in front of the person I'm living with. How vulnerable could I possible get? Now he knows that I'm weak, or thinks that I'm weak and you know what? I gave him every reason to believe that I am.

 

I walk back inside and check myself out in the mirror. My eyes were puffy from crying and only time will make me look normal again and like I just got punched in my face. I get a tissue and blow my nose and sniffle a few times before my nose is clear again. I walk out of my room and into the hallway. I walk all the way down and I swear it looked like it'd never end until I made a left which were some stair.

 

"Really? This house has everything but an elevator," I say as I trudge up the stairs that make my ankles feel like they're going to fall up. When I finally get to the top I feel victorious and almost throw my hands above my head and chant. I push open a heavy steel door. I'm greeted with the crisp New York air. I'm surprised when I'm not chocking, on the air. Figured a big city like this with thousands of cars, the pollotion would be horrible from up here. But it wasn't. I bet Jake has been calling my phone non stop since I got off the phone with him. Good thing I didn't bring my phone with me because it would have already been sent flying off the edge of this building. I walk over to the edge and I place my hands on the cold pavememnt and inhale deeply feeling the cold air rush into my lungs like fire. I let out a shuddering breath and alls I want to do right now is throw myself off this building. There's nothing to live for anyways. My dad doesn't care about me. My mum's insane. Camile went psycho, Uncle John went MIA, Jake is a fucking asshole. It's not like I ever had friends to begin with. So now that I've lost Jake it's like I really have no one anymore. And as tough as I may seem, or anyone may seem...everyone needs someone. I slip out of my heels and stand on the eldge of the railing, loving how for once in my life on I'm in controll of something. I take another small step, feeling my toes curl over the edge. One more step and I'm free. I hear the door swing open. I brace myself for someone's scream for me to get down, so I let out a warning.

 

"I swear I'll jump if you tell me not to. One more step and I'm a gonner!"

 

"It wouldn't be the first time someone's killed themselves from jumping off of there." Stone says. I pivot on my heel carefully and I turn to face him.

 

"Who else has?" I ask him. He walks towards me, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

 

"I don't know...someone like you." He says. "Get down from there." He says sternly. "Or I'm jumping with you," He says standind on the ledge with me. I look at him from head to toe. I could tell that he was scared.

 

"You have everything to live for...why would you want to throw it all away?" I ask him. Stone shrugs his shoulders, and swipes the hair out of his face.

 

"I could ask you the same thing."

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