Charlie's jacket was slung casually over his shoulders as he once again
returned home from sending Dean home. He slammed the door and sighed.
Thinking about Dean. He was so perfect, if only they didn't have to hide
their relationship. He handed his jacket to the maid and thought about his
parents possible reaction. He's father would send him isolation in some
country to continue education. His mother would be distressed beyond
belief. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Finally, his
thoughts drifted to Rory. She is very cute, nice and intelligent. If he
wasn't so attracted to Dean he would definatly ask her out. However, she
did have that really obsessive guy. What was his name again? Jesse? James?
Jordan? Oh well he didn't care he had Dean. However, his parents had to
know about Dean eventually. Especially his father. His father was already
starting to pair him up with a couple of "respectable ladies". God they are
so shallow! Soon his father would start looking for a wife for him. It was
all about family, status and money to him. Love was nothing. His father's
feelings didn't contain love. He didn't love Charlie, he nearly hated him
in fact. His mother was a puny little thing. Always ordered around by his
father. At least his mother showed a little more affection. Charlie sighed
and plonked himself on the couch where only an hour ago he had held Dean in
his arms.
How was he going to tell his parents?! He'd be lucky if his parents didn't
disown him.
"Charlie!"
Charlie jumped in fright, turning around to the direction of the voice. He's father stood there in cool silence. The smooth business suit was tailored perfectly to fit his erect and proud body. On seeing his father Charlie jumped up immediately in respect.
"Father." Charlie nodded. His father strided into his view and looked at him over. His father was inspecting him. His father's rough blue eyes looked into Charlie's soft, silvery blue ones. Charlie adjusted his glasses in nervous tension. His father sighed and sat down on the couch. Flash backs of Charlie's and Dean's make out session penetrated his mind. His father was now sitting on the couch where Dean once was. How wrong was that! His father patted on the space next to him. Motioning Charlie to sit down. Reluctantly, Charlie sat next to father. His father's face was stern as he raised his hand. Charlie winced as memories of his childhood flashed back. The times when his father has hit him across the face for something his father thought was wrong or when Charlie disagreed with him. His cheek stung from the invisible hand of the past. Charlie's father's hand now patted him on the shoulder.
"Charlie?"
"Yes father?" He tried to shrink away from his father as much as possible.
"You are growing up and you need someone to take care of you."
"I have friends." Charlie saw pain in his old man's eyes. Probably because he didn't mention his mother or father when it came to care.
"You need someone else." His father's fading and wrinkled features furrowed in thought.
"Like who father?" Charlie thought of Dean. He was enough. As for friends, he knew Rory would always be there for him.
"A woman."
"I have Natalie." Charlie motioned to his maid who was bustling around doing his laundry. Natalie was once his nanny. She was old and slightly chubby with a growing moustache.
"Son, you need a real woman."
"What are you saying?" He knew what was coming.
"You need a wife Charlie." His father looked at him questionably for an answer.
"Father, I'm only 20." Blue rage boiled within him. He didn't want to show his anger.
"Son you need a woman there. Just by your side."
Then it clicked.
"Is this about the deal you made with the Olsen Family?" The Olsen Family was an extremely wealthy and well-respected family among the trading business. His father had recently striked a deal with their family. They had a very beautiful daughter, however she was as shallow as typical Hollywood cheerleader. So his father wanted him to marry the Olsen daughter. His heart sunk.
"It's not always about love." His father's famous words echoed again.
"You're messing with my life!" Charlie nearly shouted. This made his father raise his hand slightly to hit him. His father shook in rage.
"Don't you DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME!" His father spat.
Charlie sat up broadly. God he was so sick of this shit.
"You don't even have to love her. She's nothing. Treat her like shit for all I care." His father whispered in rage.
"Is that what you're doing to mom?" Charlie stood up.
"Your mother listens to me because she knows her place. No more."
Charlie turned pale and trembled in black rage from his father's comments. He couldn't take it anymore. All he needed was Dean. That was all.
"I don't give a SHIT if you screw your life up but don't SCREW MINE!" Charlie shouted.
His father's heavy hand landed straight in Charlie's face making his nosebleed. His glasses fell onto the marble floor and shattered.
"You ungrateful little bastard." His father approached Charlie again and punched him in the stomach.
So this is why he existed. It was to be a punching bag for his father nothing more. Charlie toppled over in pain and lay sprawled on the floor. His body began to became numb as his father began to kick him. He kicked harder each time, cursing harder.
"You will marry that little Olsen slut. You ungrateful piece of shit. Your fucken useless."
Darkness began to engulf his vision and memory of Dean's face made Charlie smile among the pain. As long as Dean was there, he would be happy.
"Charlie!"
Charlie jumped in fright, turning around to the direction of the voice. He's father stood there in cool silence. The smooth business suit was tailored perfectly to fit his erect and proud body. On seeing his father Charlie jumped up immediately in respect.
"Father." Charlie nodded. His father strided into his view and looked at him over. His father was inspecting him. His father's rough blue eyes looked into Charlie's soft, silvery blue ones. Charlie adjusted his glasses in nervous tension. His father sighed and sat down on the couch. Flash backs of Charlie's and Dean's make out session penetrated his mind. His father was now sitting on the couch where Dean once was. How wrong was that! His father patted on the space next to him. Motioning Charlie to sit down. Reluctantly, Charlie sat next to father. His father's face was stern as he raised his hand. Charlie winced as memories of his childhood flashed back. The times when his father has hit him across the face for something his father thought was wrong or when Charlie disagreed with him. His cheek stung from the invisible hand of the past. Charlie's father's hand now patted him on the shoulder.
"Charlie?"
"Yes father?" He tried to shrink away from his father as much as possible.
"You are growing up and you need someone to take care of you."
"I have friends." Charlie saw pain in his old man's eyes. Probably because he didn't mention his mother or father when it came to care.
"You need someone else." His father's fading and wrinkled features furrowed in thought.
"Like who father?" Charlie thought of Dean. He was enough. As for friends, he knew Rory would always be there for him.
"A woman."
"I have Natalie." Charlie motioned to his maid who was bustling around doing his laundry. Natalie was once his nanny. She was old and slightly chubby with a growing moustache.
"Son, you need a real woman."
"What are you saying?" He knew what was coming.
"You need a wife Charlie." His father looked at him questionably for an answer.
"Father, I'm only 20." Blue rage boiled within him. He didn't want to show his anger.
"Son you need a woman there. Just by your side."
Then it clicked.
"Is this about the deal you made with the Olsen Family?" The Olsen Family was an extremely wealthy and well-respected family among the trading business. His father had recently striked a deal with their family. They had a very beautiful daughter, however she was as shallow as typical Hollywood cheerleader. So his father wanted him to marry the Olsen daughter. His heart sunk.
"It's not always about love." His father's famous words echoed again.
"You're messing with my life!" Charlie nearly shouted. This made his father raise his hand slightly to hit him. His father shook in rage.
"Don't you DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME!" His father spat.
Charlie sat up broadly. God he was so sick of this shit.
"You don't even have to love her. She's nothing. Treat her like shit for all I care." His father whispered in rage.
"Is that what you're doing to mom?" Charlie stood up.
"Your mother listens to me because she knows her place. No more."
Charlie turned pale and trembled in black rage from his father's comments. He couldn't take it anymore. All he needed was Dean. That was all.
"I don't give a SHIT if you screw your life up but don't SCREW MINE!" Charlie shouted.
His father's heavy hand landed straight in Charlie's face making his nosebleed. His glasses fell onto the marble floor and shattered.
"You ungrateful little bastard." His father approached Charlie again and punched him in the stomach.
So this is why he existed. It was to be a punching bag for his father nothing more. Charlie toppled over in pain and lay sprawled on the floor. His body began to became numb as his father began to kick him. He kicked harder each time, cursing harder.
"You will marry that little Olsen slut. You ungrateful piece of shit. Your fucken useless."
Darkness began to engulf his vision and memory of Dean's face made Charlie smile among the pain. As long as Dean was there, he would be happy.
