Hey, very few people reading my story. What's up? Okay, so in the beginning, Charlie sort of sums everything up about her family and stuff in the first week. I originally wrote it out into a whole chapter, but I slimmed it down because Charlie's family really isn't a big part of the story and I didn't want to change it. I can add it in at any time, though. So, review please. I know this chapter is kind of long, but help with your opinion. Merci!

If you wouldn't mind (which you don't), I would rather skip over the beginning of my return to civilization. I'd rather skip over how I kept barfing on the ship but never saw Jack who avoided me, and how my mom attacked my face with kisses when I got off of the ship and informed me that Nicki said pushing me was an "accident" when she tried to push herself out and she was currently alive and going to "meetings", and how my mom gave me one week before I had to meet my psychologist because she was not letting go of the idea. Yes, I'd rather skip over that.

So, one week of freedom passed rather quickly. In that week, I'd gotten the teal streaks in my hair re-dyed (it's safe while pregnant, relax), blasted music back into my ears that desperately needed it, found a guitar store with teens into the same music as me (who I played with sometimes at the local music store, which was pretty cool), cleaned out the snack foods much to my stepbrother's dismay, and taken 5 home pregnancy tests which all came out positive, as if I wasn't sure already. I didn't tell my mom yet, though.

The day of torture with the shrink had to come sometime, of course. I brought my ipod to get me through the car ride and waiting room; music is my only means of escape, in case you hadn't noticed.

I played with the zipper on my new black hoodie my mom bought as a welcome home present (even though she hates black). It was open, revealing the red and black striped t-shirt underneath. It felt great to be back in skinny jeans, since wearing a skirt was starting to get old. My classic black high-top converse were probably the favorite part of my outfit, and what I wore the most often. But even those couldn't get me out of my pissed-off mood.

My mom marched me into the building, despite me attempting to stay in the car.

"You're gonna go whether you like it or not, Charlotte! Nothing you say is going to get you out of here!" she snapped.

"That's comforting," I murmured. Here she was, in her snappy mood, which was about 90% of the time.

My mom lead me to a room, making sure the number on the door was correct. "Room 332, Doctor John Merridew-"

"WHAT?" I screamed, snatching my wrist out of my mother's grasp and jumping back a few steps. "No, no, no," I repeated as if I was trying to convince myself I wasn't crazy. That may as well have been what I was doing. I recalled when I was on the island, listening to Jack prattle on about his life at him. His said dad was a well-known psychologist.

FUCK.

"Please, mom, you don't understand, you don't understand!" I stuttered, shaking my head feverently.

"Oh, Charlotte, stop," she said with a click of her tongue and a roll of her eyes. This would have been a great time for her to be in her over-sweet mood. "We're already here, you're going!"

She gripped my wrist tight enough to cut off my circulation and tugged me into the waiting room, causing me to stumble over my feet.

The room was completely empty of any people except for my mom and me and the secretary behind the glass window. I flopped into one of the maroon chairs and listened to my mom explain to the secretary that we were there for "Doctor Merridew."

Maybe it's not Jack's dad, I thought to myself. There's gotta be a lot of Merridews in London, right? And lots of psychologists, therefore lots of famous psychologists named Merridew. Problem solved.

My mom sat next to me and held my hand, returning a kinder mood. The door clicked open and a tall, lanky man stepped out. His shined brown shoes appeared first, than a long, lanky leg draped in an espresso colored dress pant. The dress shirt on him was a pale baby blue color and a patterned deep blue tie lay on top of it. The outfit blended in a dull way with his pale skin and bright ginger hair. He held a striking resemblence to Jack.

"Good morning," greeted the red-headed man. "Hello, Mrs. Davis. I assume this is the famous Charlotte you've spoken about." Yeah, I know, my last name is Emerson and my mom's is Davis. She got remarried and I kept my dad's last name.

My mom nodded and stood up to shake his hand. "Yes, Doctor Merridew. This is Charlotte. Charlotte, be polite and shake his hand."

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself out of the chair. My hand stuck out limp in front of my and the Doctor stretched his long fingers and gave it a firm shake. "Hello, Charlotte. Pleased to meet you, I've heard so much."

"Please, call me Charlie," I muttered.

"Charlie," he repeated. He seemed almost repulsed by my darkish clothing and eye liner, but I met his eyes and gave a defensive look. "Come into my office."

My mom followed him directly and I came after, leaving space in between. Doctor Merridew opened the door and showed us in. The walls were the color of sand, which wasn't very comforting for obvious reasons of my past. Two blue suede chairs sat parallel with a small table dividing them. Across the room was a couch with three seats made of the same blue fabric. Another stand stood next to it holding a lamp and box of tissues in a dark brown box. Next to the door stood a desk with books and papers in neat little piles under the light of a small silver lamp. I didn't like the looks of this place already.

I sank into the fathest seat on the couch and my mom sat right next to me. I eyed the clock and counted each second, knowing that there was still a full crappy hour left. My mom started talking about how she's always worried about me and stuff. The doctor listened for probably about five minutes, but he spoke after she finished one of her run-on sentences.

"Mrs. Davis, I'm well aware of how you feel about Charlo- Charlie. I was kind of hoping to get to know her a bit, one-on-one for the frst appointment. Would you mind giving us a few moments?"

My mom sat still with her lips parted slightly for a second or two, thinking that the doctor was making the wrong choice, I'm sure. Then she nodded and said, "Okay." Stiffly, she creaked the door open and walked like a zombie down the hallway, fiddling with her hands.

The doctor and I sat in silence, looking at each other for a few seconds. My eyes dared him to speak first, and he decided to do so.

"So, Charlie, what can you tell me about yourself?"

"What can you tell me about myself?" I asked, cocking my head only slightly.

"I see you're rebellious from your clothes, and you're rather uncomfortable with your mother. In fact, it looks as if you loathe her. You try to be different, but not so much that you're rejected."

I eyed him for a second, deciding if I should say he was right or not. "I don't try to be different. I'm the same as others in lots of ways. But I am different. I don't think you know me very well."

Doctor Merridew seemed to process something in his mind and looked rather skeptical. My attention turned as I heard fast-paced steps muffed in the hallway getting louder and louder. The door swung open and revealed a tall figure.

"Dad-" he started, but he completely froze when he laid his eyes upon me. The little color he had in his stupid face drained and his hand flew to his fiery red hair. "Charlie!" he shouted, stumbling back and slamming into the papered wall behind him.

"Look who it is," I muttered, narrowing my eyes.

"Charlie, this is my son, Jack. But I'm guessing that you two know each other?"

"I believe that we do…know each other," I said, glaring at every detail on Jack's face. "We met on the island."

"Oh, this was the only girl on the island, Jack? Well, I didn't know. I'm sorry, Jack isn't supposed to interrupt me during my sessions unless it's an emergency."

"I-it is, dad," Jack stuttered, still looking fearfully at me. "The b-boiler broke and they need your help right away."

"Oh. My greatest apologies, Charlie, this will only take a moment or two. Jack, why don't you stay here and you two can catch up over the past, erm, week." With that, Doctor Merridew flew out the door and down the hall. I took a lucky guess that he didn't have a clue as to what happened between Jack and I. Jack still stood against the wall.

"How have you, er, been, Charlie?"

"Pregnant."

Jack winced at the word and his hands cringed. He walked into the room and took the seat that his father had just moments ago. It was amazing just how similar they both were, how they had the same posture and stance. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

"You mean, you're sorry for raping me, keeping me tied up, not letting me use my own will, and getting me pregnant?"

"Uh…yes."

"Well, doesn't that just make it all better? It makes it all go away, right?"

Jack looked as if I'd stabbed him right through his heart. "Well, what am I supposed to do now, Charlie? I can't go back in time and change what's already happened."

I flew up onto my feet and my eyes acted as daggers piercing through him. "You are…so stupid. You just don't get it, do you? I should be living my life like I wanted, you know, but I can't because of you being such an…idiot! You're lucky I'm even deciding to care about your kid!"

"Maybe it's not even my kid!" he blurted. His eyes widened and gaped his mouth open a bit, realizing that he shouldn't have said that. Yeah, he really shouldn't have said that.

"Are you kidding me? Are you FUCKING kidding me? Wow, you're just on a freaking roll today!"

Jack hesitantly began rising out of his seat, holding a hand out to protect himself from any harm I'd send his way. "Charlie, I-I'm sorry-"

"You're not making it any better!"
That's when his hunter side flickered on. I saw icyness in his eyes and anger spreading across his face. "You're not letting me!" He took a step inward and held his head in near mine. I could have sworn I saw him snarl.

"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" chimed in a voice. Doctor Merridew appeared at the doorway, followed by my mom.

"Nothing!" Jack cried, lowering his stance, taking a step back, and becoming civilized again.

"Don't freaking pretend!" I hollered.

My mom looked as if I'd offended her and exclaimed, "Language!"

"Mom, please! You don't even know what the situation is!"

"Whatever it is, I'm sure there's no need to curse, Charlotte!" she said.

"This kid raped me and now I'm pregnant!" I spout, jabbing my finger in Jack's direction. Silence. Silence. Silence.

"Is that true, Jack?" Doctor Merridew asked calmly. Jack stuttered.

"Of course it's not true!" my mom yelled. Yes, my mom. "She only says this stuff to get attention. Charlotte, you can't do this!"

"Mom, are you serious?" Her look of disbelief told me that she was quite serious. I pushed my open sweater wings aside and lifted my shirt just over my stomach. "See? Baby bump!" Jack whipped his head the other way, as if it was blinding him.

"You just gained some weight!" my mom retorted.

"Mrs. Davis, if you don't mind, I'd like to see what Jack has to say about this," Doctor Merridew interjected.

"He'll just lie to protect her, I know she put him up to it!" my mom yelled.

"Oh, dear lord," I murmured, massaging my eyes.

Jack looked incredibly uncomfortable and my mom looked completely pissed. Doctor Merridew looked a bit alarmed, but I knew that he had to stay calm because of his position as a psychologist.

"Actually, Mrs. Davis, I did-" Jack started before I interrupted him.

"No, no. You know what, let's go along with my mom. Let's say that I was the island whore and it's all my fault I got pregnant. It's the only thing she'll believe!"

"May I interrupt?" Dr. Merridew said. "I'm sorry, but this is getting a little out of hand. I think that maybe we should all sit down and talk this through. May we?"