Charity Point of View
"Charity" Dad says and I look to him. Dads right, I could have been killed, I run into the house and lock myself in the bathroom and throw something at the mirror seeing it crack, damn Dads gonna kill me.
"Damn you, you idiotic cow" I scream at myself and I hear knocking.
"Charity! What the hell are you doing in there" Dad says as I hit the wall.
"Go" I say and hear dad knocking and I break down.
"I wish you were here mum, to help me" I say as I hold the candle she got me which I've never lit .
"Charity, let me in" Dad demands.
"I….I can't" I whisper and run myself a bath, I can't deal with Dad at the moment.
"Charity, listen to me, just let me in" he says, he can't even look at me so how the hell does he expect to talk to me.
"Go away Dad I don't want to talk to you" I say and feel my heart drop and I hear a sigh and him move away, I burst into tears and sob as I watch the bath fill, I get in after stopping the water and undressing and screech from pain looking down to see I have cuts on my body and grazes, and some bruises from the heist and see a massive bruise forming from where I bumped against the truck..
"Charity?" Dad asks.
"Just let me have a moment" I say, "Please Dad" I whisper as tears stream down my face and I hear him slump against the door.
"Charity, I can't say I'm proud by your actions because they're nothing to be proud of and I am furious with you, that's a fact, but I promise you, we can work this out, I will set you straight. I'm going to punish you for your actions but I'm not going to let them arrest you. Charity, I want my Charity back, I want my girl" He says.
"I don't deserve you, hand me in" I whisper.
"What?! No Charity, Ive took myself off the case so you are protected, there is no way I'm handing you in, this isn't you, and I know my Charity is still in there" He whispers.
"I'm scared Dad, of what I've become" I say and burst into tears.
"Just let me in please Charity" he says.
"I'm in the bath, I'm naked" I say.
"I'll go get you some clothes and I'm going to wait at the kitchen table, we will get through this Charity" he says bu I don't think he believe it himself by the tone of his voice and I hear him go upstairs and I just close my eyes.
"Your clothes are outside the door Charity" I hear him say before I close my eyes, my body tired, I'm awoken by the cold water on my skin and I look around, I get out the bath and dry myself off and I look at myself and feel sick. I open the door and I take my clothes, dads put me a jumper and some jogging bottoms on the radiator and I put them on and I see Dad at the kitchen table, this time putting two drinks down and I look away.
"Come sit down" He says, firmly and I can't look at him as I burst into tears.
"I'm sorry" I say.
"Charity. Sit" He says sternly and I do so across from him and he pushes the hot drink in front of me.
"He's my boyfriend" I whisper as he shows me a photo of Logan and Dad looks at me.
"He's a criminal, Charity" Dad says.
"I know he is Dad" I whisper.
"Tell me why" he says, demanding the answer I'm scared to give him.
"I wanted to feel free, I wanted him to like me, I never wanted any of this to happen. I found out who they were and that you were going to the pavilion and I was scared they were gonna hurt you, so I warned them off, that's how Jason knew about it" I say.
"Charity, it's my job, I had back up" Dad says.
"But I've lost mum! And I can't lose you. When stuff got too much, I was terrified to tell you. I'm so sorry" I say.
"Charity" Dad says and he's speechless.
"I'm never going to be able to get into a job, I" I say and take a breath.
"Talk to me" Dad says desperately.
"I want to um" I say and break down again, but I feel his put his hand in mine.
"Charity, I'm cross and I need us to talk this through, we need to for your sake and my own, I need to understand what's going on because I'm your Dad and I need to help you" he tells me. He's still furious and he's disappointed but he's still Dad, he wants to know what's going on.
"I want to be like you Dad, I want to be able to help people and I can't, I've messed my future up, and worse, I've um fallen in love with this boy, Logan" I say.
"Charity, this is so much worse than a crush" he tells me and sighs.
"I was scared and I regret it, I've lost everything" I say and stand up and look to Dad.
"Charity, you've not, what have you lost?" He asks.
"My life! I have to hand myself in" I say and dad sighs.
"Your doing no so thing, you will be at school tomorrow and I will pick you up and drop you off" he says.
"I've lost you, you can't look at me and that's worse than anything" I say and Dad sighs.
"I don't trust you at the moment, but I won't stop loving you, because I'm your dad, I'm your father" Dad says.
"A kind, caring Dad who I should have come to, I shouldn't have been scared about coming to you, you've never made me feel crap, you make me feel special, loved, you make me feel like I matter. You've been there, your willing to do things with me, you play board games with me, and I've ruined everything, I'm sorry Dad, I don't know what to do or to say" I say.
"Is it because I don't spend much time with you? Because I will do that, I…. I will spend more time with you Charity, I will be there more for you if that's what you need" He says.
"Dad, how the hell do you expect to do that" I snap.
"What do you mean?" He asks
"You can't even look at me!" I shout.
"I'm just at a loss, what did I do wrong? Where did I go so wrong, Charity?" He asks me and I look down.
"You didn't, it's me who went so wrong, I got in with the wrong people, ended up falling in love with someone and then ended up becoming friends with criminals" I say.
"And like I said, I taught you better, a lot better Charity" Dad says.
"I'm sorry Dad, I'm so sorry" I say, "I don't know what to do to make this up to you, I have wrecked everything just for a crush" I whisper.
"That's why I've said, you will come everyday after school everyday and you won't be driving, seeing friends or having your phone, this will set you right Charity, I will set you right" Dad says.
"I know I've hurt you and disappointed you and I know it's going to take a lot of time for you to trust me again. I hope you'll be able to forgive me one day, Dad" I whisper and take the drink upstairs hearing dad shout.
"Charity, come back down" He says, I can hear his voice cracking as I put my PJs on and lay on the bed, and curl up.