Catching up to Arron, Derik gripped Charlotte’s hand and said with a growl, “what is this?” Charlotte and Arron both turned their attention to Charlottes arm which now sported a faint red hand print from Jazz. Charlotte shrugged her shoulders pulling her arm from his grip, winding the arm around Aron’s neck. Glimpsing Arron’s now guilty expression Charlotte felt a terrible pang in her chest at his emotions as it was her fault.
“Come on, lets hurry up I’m starving”. Charlotte brushed off Derik’s comment trying to change the topic. Starting to speak again, Charlotte flashed Derik a pleading look causing him to shut his mouth as he in turned scowling at Arron. Charlotte tried not to think on it, but Jazz’s words kept circulating her mind, ‘you don’t even belong here’.
Placing Charlotte back
