Too Many Secrets
Chapter 16
I looked at Channing shocked. How could Colbie invite him here?! Why did she do this to me?!
"Colbie told me she was visiting you, so I decided I wanted to see you, too," he smiled.
I was lost for words. I could see Harry's eyes still wide in shock.
"Who let you in?" I asked with a fake smile.
"Charlotte did. She was ecstatic I was visiting for you."
Everyone's head turned to Charlotte. She wore a smile and didn't see a problem at all.
"Didn't you miss me?" Channing's index finger and middle finger turned my head back to him. He might have looked sincere to everyone else, but I knew he was angry thinking I hadn't wanted to see him.
I had grown so accustomed to the fire that radiated in his eyes.
"Yes. I am so happy to see you!" I said in fake excitement.
"I missed you so much, baby," his arms entwined around my waist.
I rested my arms against his chest and kept the artificial smile plastered. He kissed me and I kissed back hesitantly. He slipped his hands under my shirt. His hands rubbed circles on my lower back. But it wasn't the same. His hands weren't soft and gentle like Harry's hands.
I pulled away after hearing Charlotte squeal and clap hurriedly. "You two are the cutest couple I have ever seen!" Charlotte expressed grinning from ear to ear.
"Try the opposite. My gerbils look better together than you guys. It's always the males that bring down the cuteness level," Colbie commented.
I giggled at her remark. Her gerbils -Wendy and Casper- were adorable.
"I'll take that as a compliment to me. Not so sure about Channing," I giggled.
Everyone let out a small chuckle at her joke. Channing's hand grasped my wrist. He kissed the inside of my palm softly. Charlotte 'awed' at the cute action. But I could only hold in the squeal that was yearning to be out. Channing was squeezing my wrists harshly. I kept away the pained look.
Louis squinted his eyes at us. He knew all about Channing. So did Niall, but they didn't dare say a word.
"Come upstairs?" I asked softly.
He nodded and gave me a quick peck. He took my hand and guided me upstairs to my room. I sat down on my bed and looked at him, biting my lip. He closed the door and locked it quickly.
"Did you think that was funny? When that bitch made fun of me, did you find that amusing?" He asked me, squinting his eyes in anger.
I shook my head hesitantly. My hands were folded in my lap. I played with my fingers, but looked at Channing at the same time.
"I didn't hear you," he got closer to my face.
I turned my head because of the close proximity. He immediately grabbed my chin and turned me back to him harshly. I glared at him. If looks could kill, we'd both be six-feet under in a breath.
"Are you, are you glaring at me?" He asked rhetorically.
I stood from the bed without a word. "I'm going back downstairs."
He gripped my forearm and turned me back to him. "Do you think just because they're downstairs I won't do it? Because I will. I won't hesitate."
"Is that a threat?"
"No, it's a promise," he tightened his grip.
I kept my eyes cold, trying to mask the pain that I was receiving. He started to grin at me. That then, turned to a bright smile. His white teeth shining.
"You're not tough! You're a bitch, a whore. You're just a slut that thinks she's beautiful because guys want you. They don't want you. They see a broad, that gets on her knees for a penny and jumps for attention. You are just a dumb, blonde bimbo that IQ level matches my pinky."
He stuck his unoccupied hands pinky in my face for emphasis. I felt tears arise in my eyes from his words. But I couldn't object. He was right. I was a stupid slut that craved attention.
"Oh, are you crying now?" He mocked.
I tried to desperately tug my arm away. He laughed in my face at me trying to escape his grip. The tears poured faster down my face. His laughter only grew louder.
"Stop," I muttered. I continued to repeat myself growing louder almost each time. "Get off! STOP!"
"OR WHAT?!"
I stayed silent. Only small sobs escaped my reddened lips.
"That's what I thought. Now lay down on that bed, so I can show you how I treat sluts."
He emphasised the short four letter word. He let my arm go and I slowly walked to the bed. I sat down like a child that had been yelled at by her parents for sticking her hand in the cookie jar.
He fumbled with his belt, pulling it off swiftly. He yanked of his T-shirt and let his pants fall to the ground.
"Come on. Show me something," he ordered.
I stood up slowly and hesitantly. I could only sob quietly as my hands -which were shaking tremendously- moved to my shoulders and carefully slipped my shoulder sleeves off and let the dingy dress fall to the ground. He smirked at me before walking over.
I stood in front of my bed and massaged my shoulders uncomfortably. He looked at my body before pushing me onto my bed. My body bounced once from the springs. He climbed on top of me and kissed my neck.
"I missed you so much, baby," he mumbled.
I could only let out another sob at his lie.
Where did we go so wrong?
"Colbie told me she was visiting you, so I decided I wanted to see you, too," he smiled.
I was lost for words. I could see Harry's eyes still wide in shock.
"Who let you in?" I asked with a fake smile.
"Charlotte did. She was ecstatic I was visiting for you."
Everyone's head turned to Charlotte. She wore a smile and didn't see a problem at all.
"Didn't you miss me?" Channing's index finger and middle finger turned my head back to him. He might have looked sincere to everyone else, but I knew he was angry thinking I hadn't wanted to see him.
I had grown so accustomed to the fire that radiated in his eyes.
"Yes. I am so happy to see you!" I said in fake excitement.
"I missed you so much, baby," his arms entwined around my waist.
I rested my arms against his chest and kept the artificial smile plastered. He kissed me and I kissed back hesitantly. He slipped his hands under my shirt. His hands rubbed circles on my lower back. But it wasn't the same. His hands weren't soft and gentle like Harry's hands.
I pulled away after hearing Charlotte squeal and clap hurriedly. "You two are the cutest couple I have ever seen!" Charlotte expressed grinning from ear to ear.
"Try the opposite. My gerbils look better together than you guys. It's always the males that bring down the cuteness level," Colbie commented.
I giggled at her remark. Her gerbils -Wendy and Casper- were adorable.
"I'll take that as a compliment to me. Not so sure about Channing," I giggled.
Everyone let out a small chuckle at her joke. Channing's hand grasped my wrist. He kissed the inside of my palm softly. Charlotte 'awed' at the cute action. But I could only hold in the squeal that was yearning to be out. Channing was squeezing my wrists harshly. I kept away the pained look.
Louis squinted his eyes at us. He knew all about Channing. So did Niall, but they didn't dare say a word.
"Come upstairs?" I asked softly.
He nodded and gave me a quick peck. He took my hand and guided me upstairs to my room. I sat down on my bed and looked at him, biting my lip. He closed the door and locked it quickly.
"Did you think that was funny? When that bitch made fun of me, did you find that amusing?" He asked me, squinting his eyes in anger.
I shook my head hesitantly. My hands were folded in my lap. I played with my fingers, but looked at Channing at the same time.
"I didn't hear you," he got closer to my face.
I turned my head because of the close proximity. He immediately grabbed my chin and turned me back to him harshly. I glared at him. If looks could kill, we'd both be six-feet under in a breath.
"Are you, are you glaring at me?" He asked rhetorically.
I stood from the bed without a word. "I'm going back downstairs."
He gripped my forearm and turned me back to him. "Do you think just because they're downstairs I won't do it? Because I will. I won't hesitate."
"Is that a threat?"
"No, it's a promise," he tightened his grip.
I kept my eyes cold, trying to mask the pain that I was receiving. He started to grin at me. That then, turned to a bright smile. His white teeth shining.
"You're not tough! You're a bitch, a whore. You're just a slut that thinks she's beautiful because guys want you. They don't want you. They see a broad, that gets on her knees for a penny and jumps for attention. You are just a dumb, blonde bimbo that IQ level matches my pinky."
He stuck his unoccupied hands pinky in my face for emphasis. I felt tears arise in my eyes from his words. But I couldn't object. He was right. I was a stupid slut that craved attention.
"Oh, are you crying now?" He mocked.
I tried to desperately tug my arm away. He laughed in my face at me trying to escape his grip. The tears poured faster down my face. His laughter only grew louder.
"Stop," I muttered. I continued to repeat myself growing louder almost each time. "Get off! STOP!"
"OR WHAT?!"
I stayed silent. Only small sobs escaped my reddened lips.
"That's what I thought. Now lay down on that bed, so I can show you how I treat sluts."
He emphasised the short four letter word. He let my arm go and I slowly walked to the bed. I sat down like a child that had been yelled at by her parents for sticking her hand in the cookie jar.
He fumbled with his belt, pulling it off swiftly. He yanked of his T-shirt and let his pants fall to the ground.
"Come on. Show me something," he ordered.
I stood up slowly and hesitantly. I could only sob quietly as my hands -which were shaking tremendously- moved to my shoulders and carefully slipped my shoulder sleeves off and let the dingy dress fall to the ground. He smirked at me before walking over.
I stood in front of my bed and massaged my shoulders uncomfortably. He looked at my body before pushing me onto my bed. My body bounced once from the springs. He climbed on top of me and kissed my neck.
"I missed you so much, baby," he mumbled.
I could only let out another sob at his lie.
Where did we go so wrong?
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