"I knew it." Jess smirked.
"You knew what?" Rory sat next to him on her porch step, letting the cool, night breeze brush past them. She put her head on Jess' shoulder.
"I knew that you would be perfect." Jess tilted Rory's head slightly upwards and kissed her on the forehead.
"Seriously Jess what did you know?" Rory smiled and wrapped her arms around his.
"I knew Charlie would be gay."
"How?" She looked up questionably at him.
"From a guy's point of view it's really obvious."
"Really?" Rory laughed and shook her head at the comment.
"Yeah. But, as much as I don't like the guy, I kinda feel sorry for him."
"And you never feel sorry for me."
"There's nothing to feel sorry for, you're with me."
"So why Charlie?"
"He's dad's a lunatic."
Rory looked at the little pebbles on the floor. She remembers Charlie's dad. He seemed so overpowering and intense.
"Lunatic huh?"
"Yeah, the way he treated Charlie."
"So this is Sensitive Jess?"
"As I said doesn't mean I like him."
Rory furrowed her brow in worry. How did Charlie's dad treat him? No one knows enough about him. Except maybe her granddad.
"Where did you see them?"
"Just around the corner from Luke's."
"The corner's a great place for family disputes."
"This wasn't just a dispute." Jess sighed and leaned back. "It was more like a kid being ganged up."
"Ganged up by his own father?"
"Well Charlie was shrinking away and he's dad was kinda treating him roughly."
Rory thought about the conversations she had with Charlie. Sure Charlie didn't like his family. Besides him talking about it, he seems fine. "Honestly, I'm worried about him." Rory let go of Jess' arm and leaned foreword to touch the pebbles on the floor.
"Why aren't you worried about me?" Jess whined mockingly.
"I'm not worried because you're with me." Rory grinned.
"So why are YOU worried?"
"Because I've been hearing things."
"Like little voices in your head?" Jess chuckled.
"Not quite, more like the little voices of our dear old town."
"So what do these voices say?" Jess sat up, pretended to put on glasses and gave his voice a change to suit the role of a psychiatrist.
Rory lay back on the porch step. "I heard rumors about how Charlie's dad treats him and his mom."
"And huh what do these voices tell you."
"He beats them up." Rory tilted her head to see Jess' reaction. To her surprise, Jess didn't seem to shocked. In fact, he was looking at her quite strangely.
"Doctor Jess is there anything wrong?" She clung to his arm dramatically and expected him to laugh. However, she wasn't prepared for what was coming.
"I saw it."
"Saw what?"
"Saw Charlie get beat up by his dad"
"Where?"
"In their car."
Rory astounded, stuttered. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
Jess remained silent for awhile and blushed. "He offered money and I needed it."
"You know what they are saying about Charlie's father right?" Sookie handed Lorelei a cup of coffee. Lorelei had arrived that afternoon in distress after poking her nose into something she wishes she shouldn't have. Lorelei took the coffee gratefully.
"Yes. He's a lunatic."
"That he's a wife beater." Sookie sat on the seat beside her, munching on a cookie.
"That he's power hungry."
"Not only that he beats up Charlie too." Sookie shook her head in sympathy. "That poor boy." Lorelei sipped the coffee nervously.
"But it doesn't matter what the town says. Do you believe it?"
"Something's not right."
"Yeah the cookies are too hard." Sookie tossed her half-eaten cookie on her plate.
"Charlie's father is not right."
"The town knows that."
"But do they? He does have the influence and money." Lorelei sighed and lay back on the seat.
"Is there any way to prove it?"
"Only if Charlie and his mom speak out."
"Well that's not good."
"His mom is like a little puppet on a string."
"So it's up to Charlie?"
"Yeah all does lie on his shoulders"
The pain throbbed in Charlie's head and the sharp staggering pains at his ribs made him groan. He lay on the cold marble floor in the study alone. He couldn't remember what happened. Feeling around for his glasses he tried to recall what had happened. He felt sharp glass penetrating his fingers. He felt the blood drip from it. He touched the bent frames on the floor and the glass shattered around it. Now he remembered. He's father had beaten him again. He winced and felt the blood on his swollen lips. Why didn't he fight his father back? Why? Because despite all that he still cared for his father. Only if it was a slight affection. Besides, he didn't like to beat people. He knew what it felt like to be the victim and he didn't want anyone else to feel the same way. Charlie tried to get off the floor. He clung onto the couch. Charlie heard a loud crunch. He peered down and noticed he had furthered damaged his glasses. He needed help. He didn't want to be here. He's father would be here soon, to tell him in a light- hearted manner that Charlie was clumsy for taking another fall down the stairs. He's father would laugh off the guilt. No. He couldn't stand that. He needed to leave. Maybe not run away but definitely leave for the night. But who to? Where would he go? Dean's? Charlie wondered over to the phone on the table of the study like a blinded and battered fool. He picked up the receiver and dialed Dean.
"Sorry Dean's not home. Do you want to leave a message?"
Charlie hung up. Did he want to leave a message? No! He was in pain. He needed Dean. Where was Dean? Dean shouldn't be out. Dean should be home. What was Dean doing? What was he doing without him? Did Dean still love him? Charlie gripped the edge of the table and shook his head to clear. What was he thinking?! Their relationship wasn't a prison. Dean could go anywhere he wanted. Nevertheless, Charlie couldn't help feeling insecure. He staggered back in immense pain from the bruising and swelling to the couch, bringing the phone with him. Finally, he decided to ring Rory. She said she'd always be there and she will be. Charlie trusts her and she keeps her word. The phone rings a couple of times testing Charlie's patience. Finally, someone picks up.
"Hello?" Rory's voice rang sweet safety and protection.
"Hello?" Rory's voice echoed again. Charlie opened his mouth to speak but couldn't from the pain and bruises. He's mouth was too dry. Charlie hung up and grabbed his jacket. He staggered slowly out the door. The cool night air hit him. Hurting he's cuts. He looked around for his car. However, he couldn't see it.
"Stuff it, I'll walk"
*Author's Note: THANKYOU FOR ALL YOUR KIND REVIEWS. I will continue my fic because I love all of you and believe it or not you guys are my motivation. So keep up all your reviews cuz I love to receive them. Oh and the unregistered can also review now because I fixed up my little sign thing. Ah forget it if you're confused. BASICALLY EVERYONE CAN REVIEW AND COMMENT!
"You knew what?" Rory sat next to him on her porch step, letting the cool, night breeze brush past them. She put her head on Jess' shoulder.
"I knew that you would be perfect." Jess tilted Rory's head slightly upwards and kissed her on the forehead.
"Seriously Jess what did you know?" Rory smiled and wrapped her arms around his.
"I knew Charlie would be gay."
"How?" She looked up questionably at him.
"From a guy's point of view it's really obvious."
"Really?" Rory laughed and shook her head at the comment.
"Yeah. But, as much as I don't like the guy, I kinda feel sorry for him."
"And you never feel sorry for me."
"There's nothing to feel sorry for, you're with me."
"So why Charlie?"
"He's dad's a lunatic."
Rory looked at the little pebbles on the floor. She remembers Charlie's dad. He seemed so overpowering and intense.
"Lunatic huh?"
"Yeah, the way he treated Charlie."
"So this is Sensitive Jess?"
"As I said doesn't mean I like him."
Rory furrowed her brow in worry. How did Charlie's dad treat him? No one knows enough about him. Except maybe her granddad.
"Where did you see them?"
"Just around the corner from Luke's."
"The corner's a great place for family disputes."
"This wasn't just a dispute." Jess sighed and leaned back. "It was more like a kid being ganged up."
"Ganged up by his own father?"
"Well Charlie was shrinking away and he's dad was kinda treating him roughly."
Rory thought about the conversations she had with Charlie. Sure Charlie didn't like his family. Besides him talking about it, he seems fine. "Honestly, I'm worried about him." Rory let go of Jess' arm and leaned foreword to touch the pebbles on the floor.
"Why aren't you worried about me?" Jess whined mockingly.
"I'm not worried because you're with me." Rory grinned.
"So why are YOU worried?"
"Because I've been hearing things."
"Like little voices in your head?" Jess chuckled.
"Not quite, more like the little voices of our dear old town."
"So what do these voices say?" Jess sat up, pretended to put on glasses and gave his voice a change to suit the role of a psychiatrist.
Rory lay back on the porch step. "I heard rumors about how Charlie's dad treats him and his mom."
"And huh what do these voices tell you."
"He beats them up." Rory tilted her head to see Jess' reaction. To her surprise, Jess didn't seem to shocked. In fact, he was looking at her quite strangely.
"Doctor Jess is there anything wrong?" She clung to his arm dramatically and expected him to laugh. However, she wasn't prepared for what was coming.
"I saw it."
"Saw what?"
"Saw Charlie get beat up by his dad"
"Where?"
"In their car."
Rory astounded, stuttered. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
Jess remained silent for awhile and blushed. "He offered money and I needed it."
"You know what they are saying about Charlie's father right?" Sookie handed Lorelei a cup of coffee. Lorelei had arrived that afternoon in distress after poking her nose into something she wishes she shouldn't have. Lorelei took the coffee gratefully.
"Yes. He's a lunatic."
"That he's a wife beater." Sookie sat on the seat beside her, munching on a cookie.
"That he's power hungry."
"Not only that he beats up Charlie too." Sookie shook her head in sympathy. "That poor boy." Lorelei sipped the coffee nervously.
"But it doesn't matter what the town says. Do you believe it?"
"Something's not right."
"Yeah the cookies are too hard." Sookie tossed her half-eaten cookie on her plate.
"Charlie's father is not right."
"The town knows that."
"But do they? He does have the influence and money." Lorelei sighed and lay back on the seat.
"Is there any way to prove it?"
"Only if Charlie and his mom speak out."
"Well that's not good."
"His mom is like a little puppet on a string."
"So it's up to Charlie?"
"Yeah all does lie on his shoulders"
The pain throbbed in Charlie's head and the sharp staggering pains at his ribs made him groan. He lay on the cold marble floor in the study alone. He couldn't remember what happened. Feeling around for his glasses he tried to recall what had happened. He felt sharp glass penetrating his fingers. He felt the blood drip from it. He touched the bent frames on the floor and the glass shattered around it. Now he remembered. He's father had beaten him again. He winced and felt the blood on his swollen lips. Why didn't he fight his father back? Why? Because despite all that he still cared for his father. Only if it was a slight affection. Besides, he didn't like to beat people. He knew what it felt like to be the victim and he didn't want anyone else to feel the same way. Charlie tried to get off the floor. He clung onto the couch. Charlie heard a loud crunch. He peered down and noticed he had furthered damaged his glasses. He needed help. He didn't want to be here. He's father would be here soon, to tell him in a light- hearted manner that Charlie was clumsy for taking another fall down the stairs. He's father would laugh off the guilt. No. He couldn't stand that. He needed to leave. Maybe not run away but definitely leave for the night. But who to? Where would he go? Dean's? Charlie wondered over to the phone on the table of the study like a blinded and battered fool. He picked up the receiver and dialed Dean.
"Sorry Dean's not home. Do you want to leave a message?"
Charlie hung up. Did he want to leave a message? No! He was in pain. He needed Dean. Where was Dean? Dean shouldn't be out. Dean should be home. What was Dean doing? What was he doing without him? Did Dean still love him? Charlie gripped the edge of the table and shook his head to clear. What was he thinking?! Their relationship wasn't a prison. Dean could go anywhere he wanted. Nevertheless, Charlie couldn't help feeling insecure. He staggered back in immense pain from the bruising and swelling to the couch, bringing the phone with him. Finally, he decided to ring Rory. She said she'd always be there and she will be. Charlie trusts her and she keeps her word. The phone rings a couple of times testing Charlie's patience. Finally, someone picks up.
"Hello?" Rory's voice rang sweet safety and protection.
"Hello?" Rory's voice echoed again. Charlie opened his mouth to speak but couldn't from the pain and bruises. He's mouth was too dry. Charlie hung up and grabbed his jacket. He staggered slowly out the door. The cool night air hit him. Hurting he's cuts. He looked around for his car. However, he couldn't see it.
"Stuff it, I'll walk"
*Author's Note: THANKYOU FOR ALL YOUR KIND REVIEWS. I will continue my fic because I love all of you and believe it or not you guys are my motivation. So keep up all your reviews cuz I love to receive them. Oh and the unregistered can also review now because I fixed up my little sign thing. Ah forget it if you're confused. BASICALLY EVERYONE CAN REVIEW AND COMMENT!