𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 !!
𝟢𝟤𝟩,  𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋
instagram dm && narrative

instagram dm !!

from @/charlotterenee
to @/dylabrams

charlotterenee
we need to talk
(seen. 1:50 PM)

charlotterenee
now.
(seen. 1:52 PM)

narrative !!

CHARLOTTE WAS NO STRANGER to ENEWS and their horrible articles. She'd had a few written about her during the midst of her and Dylan's break up, but none of them compared to the one she'd just read. This one was pure evil, as if it were written by someone who's goal was to see her dead.

She'd shed a few tears after the initial read, but afterward she was just fueled with anger.

She DM'd Dylan almost immediately and decided to keep it plain and simple. She knew this whole article wasn't his fault, but what he said was just cruel. He had no right to say those things about her, and he definitely had no right to think he had an opinion in anything she did.

Dylan was reluctant to meet with Charlotte, probably because he knew he messed up. However, he knew from first hand experience how dedicated she gets when she's pissed, so he agreed. Charlotte told him to come to her home, telling him they needed to have their conversation in private and away from paparazzi, who would no doubt be up their ass.

Like she predicted, they were.

Dylan arrived at her home around mid afternoon. Charlotte was in her room, pacing and trying to keep her cool while she waited. The moment she heard the knock, she rushed to open it and pull him in.

He barely got five feet through the door before Charlotte shoved him back.

"What the hell is your problem?" Charlotte asks when his back hits the large wooden door behind him. "Seriously, what were you thinking?"

"Woah. Hey, chill out." Dylan says, his hands held up defensively.

"Chill out?" Charlotte asks, growing infinitely closer to him. "Dylan, are you kidding me? You called me a slut! You said I was using Colby as a rebound? I mean--"

"Well, aren't you?" Dylan asks harshly, cutting off her sentence. "I mean, that's what this is, isn't it?"

"It's been a year, you fucking asshole!" Charlotte shouts. "I'm allowed to move on!"

Charlotte hated yelling at people and she hated confrontation, but she couldn't deal with his bullshit anymore. "You cheated on me, Dylan. Not the other way around so stop acting like the fucking victim!"

"I am the victim, Charlotte! You think I enjoy seeing my girlfriend all over some other guy?"

"Ex-girlfriend!" Charlotte corrects loudly. "You don't get to sit there and act like the victim. I gave you everything, and you gave me nothing! So, no, you don't have any right to tell me I can't be happy!"

Dylan shakes his head, turning away. "Whatever, this is fucking stupid."

Charlotte shakes her head, pointing her finger in his face. "No. What's stupid is that we're even having this argument in the first place. Dylan, we broke up a year ago. We haven't spoken in eight months. What makes you think you have the right to speak about me? To say horrible things about me? Huh? I never said anything bad about you."

Dylan scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Oh, bullshit."

Charlotte shakes her head. "Dylan, I've never said anything bad about you."

Dylan turns his head to her, leaning close to her as she backs up. "Charlotte, you made two whole albums just shit-talking me. You really think you didn't do anything wrong?"

"I'm a singer, Dylan! It's what we do!" Charlotte groans. "I write how I'm feeling and everything I wrote on those albums was how I was feeling."

"Well it still fucking hurt!"

"Then you shouldn't have slept with other girls!" Charlotte screams. The veins were popping out of her neck and her face was turning cherry red. If Charlotte were in a cartoon, there'd be smoke pouring out of her ears.

Dylan shakes his head, rubbing his temples. "Char, I really don't want to have this conversation right now--"

"No. Fuck you, we're having this conversation" Charlotte says. "We broke up a year ago, Dylan, after you spent months cheating on me. I'm free to be with and be around whomever I please. It doesn't concern you!"

"The fuck it doesn't!" Dylan snaps. "Char, come on. I've been trying to talk to you about this for a year. I still want to be with you!"

Charlotte holds her hands out. "Well, I don't!"

The brunette girl turns away from Dylan, beginning to pace the linoleum floors while she rubs her temples in an attempt to soothe her ever-growing headache Dylan was giving her. Meanwhile, he just blows out a frustrated huff of air. "Char, come on. You're seriously giving up on us for him, of all people?"

Charlotte stops dead in her tracks and looks at Dylan. She wanted to slap him. She couldn't believe the things he was saying. Dylan had enough nerve as it was, crawling back after he'd seen her finally moving on, now here he was belittling him. She wanted to hurt him for that.

"I'm not giving up on us for anyone, Dylan. Colby and I aren't together and you and I haven't been in a year. It's over. We're over, and we're not getting back together."

"Why?" Dylan asks in a pleading voice. "Why can't I have a second chance?"

Charlotte lets out a heave of air. "You've already had hundreds."

Truthfully, she couldn't count how many chances she gave Dylan. How many times she listened to him when he swore he was going to change. How many stories she believed of him getting too drunk and mistaking some other girl for her. How many times he begged on his knees for her not to leave him.

Eventually, it just became too much.

"Charlotte, please--"

By now, tears had started to weld in Charlotte's eyes. Nothing about this argument was good for her. The angry words she was spewing at him got her thinking about the things he had done and the ways he hurt her. It only made her heart break knowing that she put up with it for so long.

Charlotte immediately cuts him off, putting her hand up while she wipes her tears with the other hand. "Dylan, I don't want to hear it."

"Charlotte--"

She shakes her head. "You need to leave."

"What? No, Char, come on..."

"Get out, Dylan." Charlotte stomps past him, reaching for the door handle and waiting for him to leave, he just stares at her until she reaches forward and pulls him out. "Charlotte, come on, just listen to me--"

"No!" Charlotte shouts, pointing at him. "You listen to me, Dylan. I'm done. I'm over it and you should be too. I am not with anyone, but even if I were, it wouldn't concern you. You showed me a long time ago you didn't love me, so I'm moving on to find someone who will."

"Oh, yeah? And who's that? Colby?"

Charlotte shrugs. "Maybe. But like I said, it does not concern you." Dylan seethes and looks at her, biting his tongue to not shout or lay a hand on her. "Look, Dylan, I just want the past to stay behind us. I'm trying to move on."

"I know, but--

"No, buts." Charlotte snaps. "Dylan, I gave you everything. I gave everything into our relationship and I treated you like a fucking king. I worshiped the ground you walked on and I was the one who ended up getting shut out. I gave you everything and you just stood around and tolerated it."

Dylan blinks at her, licking his lips.

"Dylan, I've been getting death threats all day because of what you said. And I know you didn't write the damn article, but you're the reason it came out. You couldn't deal with me moving on and now I can't even open my phone without being attacked."

Dylan blows out a breath while his hands run over his face. "So what do you want me to do?"

"I want ou to fix this," Charlotte says through a cracked sob. By now, she had tears streaming down her face and a shaky voice as she yelled at him. This was hurting her a lot more than she thought or would like to admit. "Dylan, you're ruining the happiness I worked so hard to find after we broke up."

Charlotte's last words hit him hard. It was like a stab to the gut. The girl he loved more than anything confessing about all the pain he caused her and the happiness he was stripping from her. It killed him to see her hurt. It hurt him even more knowing it was all his fault.

Dylan contemplates his decisions for a moment, clearly not wanting to admit fault. Until finally, he gives in. "Okay. Yeah, fine. I'll fix it."

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