Charlotte:
Tears sprung down my eyes, whimpers forcing to leave my lips.
My heart seemed to stop beating as I heard them talk. Maximus had never spoken to me like that. He was so soft, so willing to submit to her.
The fact that I had seen his car pull up in the driveway and ran to the door to welcome him—only to hear him and Helanie talking outside—blew my mind. Why wouldn’t he notice me?
He was begging her to accept him so he could take a step like stopping his father’s engagement to Ursula.
That shocked me.
"And what about my academy?" I heard the ungrateful, manipulative witch ask him.
She wanted to continue her academy even after he told her he loved her?
I would have left my whole world behind for him.
That was the problem. Why couldn’t Maximus see the difference between us?
"You can continue the academy, just that I won’t be the trainer here. But rest assured, you will continue your academy. Norman will make it happen for me," he said.
I was losing my mind listening to them.
It was basically just him begging her to be with him.
I ran back to my room to avoid getting caught by them. Tears welled up in my eyes as I slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Where have you been? I was waiting for you—" My mom was sitting on my bed, cutting fruit for me when she saw me struggling to breathe.
"It’s over—" I uttered with difficulty.
It felt like the world had collapsed on me.
Nothing looked alive anymore.
Just the memory of hearing Maximus talk so sweetly and profess his undying love for Helanie had scared me enough that I slid against the door and dropped to the floor with a thud.
"Char! What’s wrong?" The only person who truly cared about me jumped off the bed and rushed toward me.
"Baby! What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did someone say something to you?" She started wiping my tears, but there was a whole sea ready to pour out, a volcano ready to erupt.
"Mom! It’s all over," I continued, sobbing and hiccupping.
"Char, I can’t see you like this. Please tell me what’s wrong," my mother broke down just watching me cry.
I didn’t want to worry her, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Helanie stole my Maximus from me.
"She—she stole him from me," I broke down even louder this time, covering my face with my hands before I started slapping and hitting myself.
My mother’s fingers tightly gripped my wrists as she did her best to stop me from hurting myself.
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