Fan Fic
Believe Me
Part 17
© Emma N
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Charlie carried on watching Emma for some time, thoughts racing through his mind. He loved last night he really did, but he couldn�t show it. He was having a baby with Tara and this was just a drunken one night stand with Emma, that�s all it was, just sex. It meant nothing! As he lay watching her sleep, sadness in his eyes knowing things couldn�t go further Emma began to stir, and slowly, she opened her eyes tilting her head to look at Charlie. She looked deep into his warm, brown eyes and for a second she was sure she saw a slight smile emerge on his lips, but that soon changed.
�What happened last night!?� stammered Charlie, pretending he didn�t know as he pushed Emma off him and quickly sat up, pulling on a T-shirt. �You�.you can�t remember?� asked Emma pulling the white sheet up to cover her chest. She was slightly upset Charlie had pushed her off like that and the fact he couldn�t remember what they did. �We didn�t�..well you know��.did we?� asked Charlie standing up to pull on his jeans. Emma looked down and nodded �We did Charlie, you said��..you said you loved me� she said with a slight whisper, she searched his eyes hoping that he remembered, but there was nothing, not even a glint. �I what!� said Charlie, starting to panic �well��..I didn�t mean it��I was drunk�..I didn�t mean to say that� he said quickly �So you do remember� she added �Yes�no�that�s not the point!� he snapped, running a hand through his hair �I was drunk!� �Well if you were so drunk you wouldn�t have remembered what you had said!� she yelled back, tears forming in her eyes �and anyway drunken sex isn�t like that its normally rushed and you feel nothing, this time�it felt like more� she said, looking down �For you maybe!� he said coldly, although he felt guilty straight afterwards. He looked down at Emma sitting there on the sofa, only a sheet to cover her. She looked just as frightened and guilty as he did, if not more, but he couldn�t tell the truth, he would just have to keep telling himself it meant nothing and he had a future to look forward to�with Tara. �No!� cried Emma �I know it wasn�t just me, you felt it too or you wouldn�t have been that gentle, I should no the difference between making love and just plain drunken sex by now Charlie!� she shouted, angry at him for being so immature. �Well maybe I was just too drunk to go fast� he spat �get over it Emma, I�m in love with Tara no one else I was drunk and anyway you should have stopped me you knew I was going out with someone! So what does that make you? � he shouted Emma looked down, she couldn�t listen to lies. �A slut!� he spat �that�s what it makes you!� The words hit her like a sharp knife. Was this the same Charlie she once knew? �An evil, pathetic slut who has nothing better to do then sleep with helpless drunken men who are already seeing someone� He glared at her before fastening his wooden beads around his neck, pulling on his blazer and rushing out the front room. �From now on I want nothing to do with you, I�m going to forget this ever happened, I don�t want to see you, speak to you or even hear you. Oh and I�m not going to tell Tara, she doesn�t deserve to be treated like this, not by her best friend. So just get out of our lives, the sooner the better.� Emma watched the door slam before pulling her knees towards her, wrapping her arms around them and bursting into tears. What had just happened? |