Chapter 235 Lured
Trent's POV
I should've known the bitch was lying about her location. I showed up, and she wasn't there. Which means, she was a distraction, only I don't know why.
I'm calling the cops in the morning and filing a harassment report. I don't care if they put her away or not, I just need her to leave me and Charlie alone, once and for all.
I don't know what the hell made me think dating the bitch was a good idea. Sure, she knew how to suck my cock, but so did about half the girls at school and none of them were ever this clingy.
Come to think of it, I really should've just waited. Every other girl was a fucking mistake. I should've waited for Charlie to be my first. We could've discovered each other together.
I hate to think about what Jay did to her, but that doesn't count. That only counts as control and possession. It has nothing to do with love, or the way I feel when she's with me. The jackass is going to get what's coming to him soon. I just need to prove it in the court of law.
I race back home, a whole fucking half hour before I can get back to Charlie. I shouldn't have left her! I should've stayed right there in her arms all night long. I've never done that with anyone but her, and I'm really starting to enjoy the peace it brings me, knowing she's mine.
I need to get back home to her and pick up where we left off. I promised I would... Maybe she'd like to take a shower with me? I know I could really use one after being lured out to the middle of nowhere for no fucking reason.
Only the second I pull into the parking lot, I know something is wrong. I can feel it. The heavy silence in the air. My heart drops to my toes and my stomach churns with acid. My pulse just jumped to triple time.
Her door is cracked open. Not the way I left it! Charlie is not someone who just mistakenly leaves a door open. That place was her sanctuary, and she would've locked the door behind her if she'd left.
But I told he not to leave. She didn't disagree. She just cuddled back up under the covers like she was planning on waiting for me to join her the moment I got back. That had been the fucking plan!
I race up the steps. My heart pounding in my chest. My body is trembling in nerves. Something bad has happened. And it's my fault! I fucking left her here, all alone to go chase a fucking ghost!
"Charlie?" I call out, but don't get an answer. "Charlie? Angel? Where are you!" The longer I go without a response the more dread curls in my gut.
I shove the door open wide and freeze. It almost looks normal. The lights are down low. Everything is exactly where it was when I left Charlie lying in bed. Only, there is a wrongness to it.
The apartment is too silent. Too still. There are no noises from the bedroom. No movement suggesting she's waking up after an hour long nap.
I rush to the bedroom and my stomach sinks. I almost fall to my knees. I'm pretty sure I'm losing control of my sanity for a moment. Nothing is making sense to me right now.
"No! What the fuck! Charlie?" I call out, even though I know it's useless. She's not here. No light is coming from her bathroom.
The worst part is, her fucking clothes are right where I left them! She's somewhere, not here, and naked!
The bed is empty, and the blankets are gone. Almost like someone rolled her up like a fucking burrito and walked out with her. Not sure how that would be less suspicious!
Why the hell didn't she call for help? Why didn't she try to get away? She could've called me! I would've been here faster!
I search the sheets for anything useful, but other than a stain from our earlier activities, I don't see a fucking thing. I growl in frustration. This is getting me nowhere! All this proves is I had sex with her. And I'm not going to deny that!
But then I saw it. And empty syringe laying on the bedside table. I don't need anything more than that. I'm not one hundred percent sure what was in the needle, but I can take a guess.
I bet that things got fingerprints on it. And trace amounts of the drug used to subdue her. Along with her own DNA... Not that I would need it to confirm it was used on her. I'm not an idiot, and I don't need someone to spell it out for me.