A/N: CHAPTER TEN GUYS! CHAPTER TEN! :D Thank you for the reviews(: Sorry, it's an ok update, and sorry it took so bloody long… :P

I also realized that having the names Charlie and Charlotte are very confusing…ugh…they look the same! SURVIVOR TONIGHT. :D

They had never actually gone to sleep that night; they were up talking, arguing mainly. But when the sun did come up, she told him she'd force him to listen to her life story.

"You aren't going to kill me, if I untie you, will you?" Charlie asked her.

Charlotte yawned, "I'll wanna kill you, but I won't."

"That's reassuring." He said, pulling the dress fragment off of her wrists, revealing dried blood, cracked skin, and cuts.

"Aren't you proud of that?" She asked him.

"Very proud." He growled, pushing her up on the horse, where he sat behind her.

Charlotte didn't feel afraid anymore, she was almost having fun, but she knew she didn't want to have fun. She wanted to make his time a living hell, but she felt like she couldn't.

"Alexander." Charlotte started.

"Alexander?" Charlie repeated.

"My ex-husband."

Charlie pulled the reins back hard, making the horse jump up.

"Charlie!" Charlotte yelled, clinging onto the saddle horn.

"You were married?"

"Yes. Then divorced."

"Why?"

"He died."

"How?"

"Stress."

"From you?" He laughed.

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "He shot me."

Charlie stopped laughing, kicking his horse to go, again. "Why?"

"I… don't know." She muttered.

"Where'd he shoot you?"

"Around my knee."

"You know, threw out my time of being what I am-"

"A killer." Charlotte interjected.

"You wanted to kill me too, don't forget that."

"There's a difference from wanting to kill someone to actually doing it." She said.

"But you truly planned on killing me." Charlie shot back. "But as I was saying, I've been shot at, but never shot. Which is amazing."

"Ben'll probably kill you in the end." Charlotte laughed.

"Right." Charlie said grimly, "I don't think so. I'm too loyal to him. You were shaking last night."

"You…reminded me of him."

"Charlotte, I kill people, why aren't you afraid of me right now?"

"Because I know you won't. You're prone to anger, but not enough to kill me."

Charlie leaned forward, looking at her; she was looking forward, purposely not looking at him. If she knows, why was she shaking? God, women, especially my sister, are so very confusing.

He changed the subject, completely forgetting about her ex-husband. "Your green eyes, they'll win 'im over."

"Ben? He has a weakness?" Charlotte looked out deviously.

"And that's women with green eyes."

Charlotte's heart skipped a couple beats. "How come…you don't have a lady?"

Charlie half heartedly smiled, "Charlotte, you're an extremely insane person. You love and you hate me. You want to kill me, but you're riding with me. What are you doing?"

Charlotte felt an annoying dropping sensation, "Aw dang, you figured out."

He laughed, the rest of the ride was silence. A couple times Charlotte's head came back and hit Charlie in the chin, she was sleeping.

Sleeping obnoxiously, Charlie thought.