This story contains mature themes including emotional trauma, mental health struggles, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised

CHAPTER 2 (Charlie's POV)

Today’s Kara’s birthday. I know how much it meant to her to have Mum and Dad here with us to celebrate. 

Dad’s too busy with Audrey — my stepmum — on their honeymoon to even bother sending a “Happy Birthday” text. And Mum? She’s at some pub in Liverpool, but she told Kara she’s at a football match, just so she doesn’t break her heart. 

What absolute bullshit. 

Mum and Dad haven’t spoken since the divorce five years ago and before their divorce all they would do is yell, it feels like they gave up on everything — including us. It’s like they don’t give a fuck how me or Kara feel anymore. 

Kara still has hope in them. But I don’t. 

We haven’t seen Dad in three years, and Mum only shows up when it’s convenient for her. That’s why I decided last year: if they can’t give a shit, why should I? 

I moved out. 

Now Kara’s university is near my little one-story house, so she’s moved in with me. I don’t mind. More company, I guess. 

I just hope Kara never feels my pain. 

I glance at Gwen. She looks happy tonight. I smile. 

I’m so lucky to have her. 

“It’s like 1 a.m.! I’mma go to bed,” I say, standing up. 

I head to my room, dragging my feet as i go.  Gwen follows. 

Once we’re inside, I close the door behind us.I notice how the paint on my wall has worn out a little. Perhaps i should recoat it. 

“You looked happy today,” I say, turning to her. 

Gwen smiles at me. “Sleepover.” 

I smirk. “You just couldn’t wait to lay beside me in this bed. You must be filled with dirty thoughts.” 

She blushes — how cute. “Shut up,” she says, trying not to smile. 

“Oh, Gwendoline…” I whisper, pulling her into a kiss. 

She kisses me back, soft and real. 

“I’m so lucky to have you,” she says. 

“I love you so much, Gwendoline.” 

“I love you too, Charles.”