Charlotte was there for nearly 5 days before she decided she was ready to customize her bedroom to fit her taste. In the meantime, she returned to figure skating practice with her new coach Crystal Duncan, a former Olympian who had high hopes for her and her future in the Olympics but also had some concerns about some bad habits she had that she feared would cause her to get hurt. She had also gotten fortunate to have arrived during a school holiday so she didn't have to worry about enrolling in high school right away.

It took a while for Charlie to decide on how she wanted her room to look and even more to convince her that it was feasible to do. In the end she ended up with basic grey walls but her bed was anything but basic. It was a cream colored, ornate loft bed with a simple ladder and horseshoe shaped desk underneath that was sectioned off into three zones, one was a makeup vanity complete with mirror and makeup storage, the middle was a homework desk where her new MacBook pro sat along with a black desk lamp, the third was empty at the moment as it was used for things that needed handwritten or for books, though the outside contained storage bins.

Her bedding was white with silhouetted daisies with mint green centers; the fitted sheet and one pillowcase were the mint green color while the other case had the flowers on it like the quilt. Her chair was cream colored with wheels, but other than that it looked more like a chair you would get in a dining room set. There was room to walk between the side of the bed and the wall and that area had storage for her things so only the head of the bed touched a wall.

Over the computer desk one could see pictures of her old friends along with space for pictures of new friends on the wall. Nearby on that wall was a chest of drawers she put clothes she didn't put in the closet. Her closet faced the bed and on the opposite side of the bed from the pictures there was a white plush rug with a low table and some grey beanbag chairs forming a sitting area for her and friends to hang out.

She was sitting in bed reading a book that Sunday evening when Tommy peeked in to check on her.

"I see you like your new room." He said.

"Yeah, I've always wanted a loft bed… I just never could get one, until now." She smiled.

"Don't stay up too late don't forget you start school tomorrow." He reminded her.

"I know." She sighed as he started to leave "Tommy…"

"Yes…" he turned back around to face her.

"Thank you… for everything you've done… this… it feels like home… I never thought it would but it really does." She admitted.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Charlie." He smiled.

"Can you put this on my desk… the empty section? I think I'm going to turn in early." She asked handing down her book.

"Sure… no problem," He took the book, took a casual look at the cover to see it was Divergent before placing it where she had asked.

"Good night." He said as he started out the door.

"Good night" she replied reaching to shut off her light. When they put in the loft bed they decided to put in 3-way switches so the lights could be turned on and off either from by the bedroom door or from a perch on the bed so she didn't have to fumble around in the dark to get back up to her bed, get down in the morning or should she have to go to the bathroom during the night.

Tommy watched as the lights shut off, he knew the transition for Charlotte wasn't easy but she seemed to be handling things really well, almost too well.


School didn't seem to be a big deal for Charlie, she caught up with her classmates and before he knew it she was beginning to make new friends though there was someone in that group that just rubbed him the wrong way. It was a boy she had been friends with for a while and began to date; he was jealous and possessive of Charlie which raised red flags. Tommy noticed the same teenage boy was at every one of her practices and seemed angry when he couldn't attend closed practices.

It was only when the bruises started to appear about a month into the relationship did he really start to worry that her boyfriend was getting abusive of her and stepped in. He forbid Richard entering his home and implored Charlie to quit seeing her but at this point he wasn't sure enough to ban her seeing him all together.


Amanda McGinnis was Charlie's best friend and Tommy knew if anyone had any answers about what was going on between Charlie and her boyfriend, Richard, she would. He saw her as she entered the house and asked her what was going on between Richard and Charlie. Amanda was a petite, short haired brunette with an oval shaped face and green eyes. She always seemed very respectful of him and his wife and got along well with Charlie and members of the pack that happened to be in his house when she was there.

"Dr. Oliver I'm going to be honest I really don't understand what is going on with Richard… he is really acting strange about Charlie, he hates when she hangs out with me and… to be honest I think she's scared of him." Amanda admitted and it was clear she was very concerned about Charlie. "I'm worried about her; I think he's physically hurting her."

Tommy gave a harsh sigh.

"I wish I knew what he was doing to her."

"We all do, Dr. Oliver… she's changed… and not in a good way." Amanda sighed.

Amanda stayed with Charlie for a few hours then left to go home for dinner. They had gotten some of their project done but there was still more to do.


Late that night Tommy had a really bad feeling and went to check on Charlie he was shocked to hear her muffled whimpering, and attempting to speak but it was as if she were gagged so it was impossible to tell what she was trying to say. He could smell Richard in there and it was clear he was aroused and she was terrified.

Charlotte had been stunned when Richard snuck into her bedroom about midnight that night, waking her by turning her overhead light on.

"Richard, you know you can't be here, my brother forbade it!" She said clearly unhappy with him.

"I haven't seen you all day… you know better than to avoid me." He said in anger.

"Richard I've been busy… I had tests all day and I have a project to finish with Amanda… you knew this." She shot back.

"Not an excuse… there was time… what about free period?"

"I had to study!" she replied not getting out of her bed.

"Get down here!" he ordered.

"Richard I need to sleep."

"Not until I'm finished." He growled.

She climbed the ladder down from her bed to the floor and was stunned when he grabbed her around the waist as soon as her feet touched the floor and pulled her down onto one of the beanbag chairs. She fought the grasp and was horrified when her hands were pulled behind her back and secured them with what felt like handcuffs.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"It's called getting what is mine." He said before forcing a gag into her mouth effectively cutting off any further objections to his musings before pushing her panties off from under her nightgown and beginning to pinch and play with her clit. The pinches were painful but he refused to stop what he was doing to cater to her comfort this was a punishment for her. Then suddenly a sharp pinch from something metal caused her to cry out in pain.

To Be Continued…