Bulletproof Hearts

Chapter 25

Luca's POV

I just can't get it out of my mind ever since her sleeping in super late, and now her being tired. She is tired a lot and I feel like it never goes away. I need to talk to Gio about this. It's for the best. I walk to his office and knock.

"Come in Luca," he says. I am in no way shocked he knew it was me. "What's bothering you," he adds. Okay straight to the point.

"It's about Charlie," I say.

"What about her," he signals for me to go on.

"Well, you see." I take a breath I don't know why I'm nervous. "I don't think she's getting enough sleep. I mean I'm sure you noticed she's always tired and that never changes, she wakes up early every day, and the other day she slept in till 10:30 and the next night didn't sleep at all," I say.

"Thanks for letting me know," he says. I'm not totally satisfied with that answer.

"That's it a thanks. You aren't the least bit concerned. Have you noticed because you notice everything? Are you gonna shrug it off just like that," I say slightly mad. I don't know why I care so much about this, but anything for her.

"Calm down Luc, I have noticed and I'm not just gonna shrug it off. I'm gonna check on her, and if I need to I will have a conversation with her about it," he tells me. That makes me feel a lot better. If she doesn't sleep all night what does she do? How does she function each day? Maybe I'll pull a few all-nighters to see if I could handle it.

"Don't even think about trying to stay up all night for the next few nights. The last thing I need is two tired teenagers, and plus it's not good for your health," he says. God I hate him reading minds, but all he said is true.

"Understood, good night," I say.

"Good night," he says back. I head out of his office and to my room. I hope I'm wrong about Charlie, but if I am right hopefully she won't be too mad at me for telling Gio.

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Charlotte's POV

I found it really hard to fall asleep even with my stuffed animal. There is one thing on my mind and no matter how hard I try to focus on other things I can't. The only thing my mind can think of is Mom. I miss her so much and right now it's really starting to sink in. I know she died and she is gone, but shit she's gone forever. 

My mind is still trying to process everything, and that's when it hits me. I have some stuff that belonged to her in my closet. I quickly go grab it along with a 1/3 of a bottle of tequila. Don't judge I can't do it without and I have my unhealthy coping methods just like you. I just need to get through this and the sting of it going down my throat provides some assistance. 

I sit on my bed with what I think is a jewelry box and just a box. I start with the box. To be honest I've never opened this I only saw it when we moved to France. I open it and it's full of memories I think. On the top are pictures of us throughout the years all in different places. I take a big sip as I look at my smiling face. My face is very similar to hers. Our noses and chins are different, but I have her eye shape, face shape, dimples, and her light brown hair. I however did not inherit her hazel eyes. Honestly, I'm the opposite of Harry Potter in a way. I look like my mom but I have my father's eyes. Just like Gio. I take another sip embracing the sting. There's a photo of me on Mom's back at the beach in Spain. I remember exactly when that was taken. I didn't see her much that week because of her work, which I don't know exactly what she did but it made her busy, and she felt super bad so on Sunday she told me the whole day was just for the two of us and no work. That's exactly what happened we spent the day just us at the beach shopping in local shops going out for dinner and ending the night with a movie. That's one of my favorite things about my mom when she said she was gonna do something she did. She never broke promises.