Thank you for the two lovely reviews! I couldn't answer because my computer is stupid...anyway, thanks smiles I'm not sure where to lead this...so for now, I'll have this chapter and proably the next one mainly exploring the OC's past with the Mercer brothers... by then I'll know what to do next... thank you all ! And forgive my grammatical mistakes, please... this chapter will me probably centered around Charlie and Bobby...
Chapter Two: Speechless
The night they arrived, Bobby wondered around the house, observing everything and feeling his mothers precense everywhere. Everything had her touch and her way, so obvious and so hurtfull...
He walked outside, into the front of the house, watching some kids pass by in bikes, and sat on the stairs. His eyes fixed on the house in front, the lights being opened and you could see what ws going on inside. He couldn't help but shiver a bit as he saw the front door open, and an old friend walk out.
Bobby watched Charlie Jones, old friend and much more, walk out her front door, with the trash, her hair tied back and wearing old jeans, and a big black jacket. It was as if time was on slow motion, and she walked gracefully and her face looked calm.
The spell was broken when'd her voice spoke loudly.
"Are you fucking stawlking me Mercer?" Charlie dropped the trash, and wrapped her arms around her self, protecting her self from the cold wind. Bobby got up and walked in her direction, checking the sides of the street and then the door to his house, making sure nobody was in sight.
"I live here too, Jones "
"Hmm.. was under the impression you abandoned this place, Mercer" Bobby frowned, and knew at once where she was getting at...same old Charlie, never big on the small talking shit. He rubbed his hands on each other, before answering, taking his time to decide where this conversation would lead.
"Come on.. is this the right time to discuss this Charlie?.. I've just arrived from my mom's funeral... give me some rest, will you"
" That'scrap, Bobby... like you said you didn't come back for no funeral " Charlie raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes.
"Listen.. there are some things I have to do.. after that we can talk all you want"
"Talk about what Bobby... nothing to talk about you and me, right?" Charlie gave him a big bright and fake smile, turned around and went home.
"Hey... come on Charlie, don't be such a goddamed bicth! Jesus..." She gave him the finger, and entered the house, leaving Bobby angry and memories floading in.
Flash Back
Bobby walked out of the house, carrying his big bag, with all his clothe. All his other stuff were already in his car, an old and beaten up car, he bought with the money he had made working at the super-market, around the corner. He looked at his mother, and saw her looking a bit worried, and drifted to someone leaning on the side of the stairs. Her hair was brown and straigh but with volume, falling into her shoulders. Her face showed that she was angry and ehr eyes were red, as if she was crying.
"Charlie.."
"Are you leaving?"
"Charl-.." He was quickly inturrupted by her calm voice.
"Are you fucking leaving, Bobby?"
He closed the truck of his car and said nothing, only looked at her before turning his face to observe the house in front og his for a moment.
"Yeah, Charlie I'm fucking leaving" He started walking in direction of the door and as he opened it he heard her voice, now behind him.
" How very damn typical of you Bobby... at least you could have said bye or whatever... but why bother, you never gave a damn about me anyway!" She yelled to him, angry and emocional.
"Don't start with that shit, Charlie... I never lie to you, ever, you get it? Do i need to spell it out for you...I fucking sorry!" Bobby yelled back, and they fell into another shouting contest. Everyone in the street was used to their fights, that seemed to always end in the less expected moments, the house falling into silence again.
But this time all the girl did was let out a yell of frustartion and start walking in quick steps towards her house, but as he entered the car and her the house, she turned back and yelled:
"That's not good enought... not nearly good enought, Bobby!"
She closed the door, slamming it. But she stayed there, watching him, as he was there, not moving, just looking at the house, asif he kenw she was standing at the door looking at him hrew the net...and watched him drive away, in his old beaten up car, her legs wanting to run after the car and her mouth wanting to shout to him and ask him to take her with him.. but her mind yelling and screaming with anger, and cursing his existence.
End Of Flash Back
Enf of Chapter