I love this chapter, and I know I say this every chapter...but I do. So there.
Richard O'Brien is watching you from the shadows, laughing at how he owns everything.
Chapter Thirteen: Hiding It
Charlotte opened her eyes, surprised to see that the sun was still not poking its head through her window. Then she realized that she was on Transsexual, where there was no sun, and sighed. That was one thing she would miss about Earth.
She laid on her back, stretching. An arm flung over her chest, and she flinched. She followed the arm with her eyes, and saw that the arm was Dick's.
Charlotte gasped. He can't be here... she thought. She sat up, and realized that she had no clothes on. She shot out of the bed, throwing on an oversized tee-shirt that had been in one of her bags.
There was a knock at the door. "Charlotte? Are you awake?" Charlotte jumped nearly three feet into the air.
"Uhm...yes, mother, just give me a minute..." said Charlotte, wondering what to do with Dick. The door opened, giving Charlotte just enough time to throw the blanket over him and sit on top of his body.
Magenta looked at Charlotte's facial expression, knowing something was up. "How did you sleep?"
Charlotte smiled, trying to cover it up. "I slept well. It will take some time to get used to eternal night."
"Yes, well, it took your father and I time to get used to daylight," said Magenta, sitting down on the bed. Dick cried out, she had sat on his arm.
"What was that?" asked Magenta, looking confused.
"Nothing...nothing at all..." Charlotte kicked Dick, who yelped in pain again. She winced.
Magenta sighed. "I think I'm going to have to look under that blanket, Charlotte."
"No, no, you can't!" shouted Charlotte.
Magenta raised her eyebrows and smiled. "With that reaction, I suppose I'll have to." She lifted up the blanket.
"Charlotte!" she gasped.
"I am so, SO sorry, mother, I just couldn't help myself..." said Charlotte, feeling like she wanted to die.
Surprisingly, Magenta hugged her daughter, a proud grin on her face. "There is no reason to be sorry, darling. You gave yourself over to absolute pleasure...that is Transylvania's motto."
Charlotte sighed in relief. "Oh, thank you for understanding. Even if that is Dick under there."
Magenta gasped, pulling away. "That's Dick?! Furter's son?!"
Charlotte suddenly felt like melting into a puddle again. "Um...no?"
Magenta threw the blanket off the bed, revealing Dick, who just happened to be naked. "What do you think you're doing with my daughter, you worthless sex- fiend?!"
Dick was dazed from just waking up. "Wha?"
Magenta threw Dick off the bed in a fit of rage, kicked him in the groin, and shoved him out the door, leaving him quite disoriented.
She cried out in anger, and sat down on the bed, her head in her hands. "Charlotte, why did you let him?"
Charlotte looked confused. "You just said that..."
"No!" shouted Magenta. "Anyone but him!"
Charlotte's eyes filled with tears. "He didn't force me. I wanted it, he wanted it, we have been wanting it."
Magenta just looked at her daughter, not saying anything, the tears spilling down her porcelain cheeks.
"Mama..." said Charlotte, saying the name she had hardly used anymore. "I think...I think I love him."
Magenta just looked at the floor, saying nothing.
"Will you say nothing? Don't you think this grudge has gone too far?" said Charlotte.
"I just wanted to protect you," said Magenta.
"Protect me?!" said Charlotte. "From what? Being the son of a sex-addict does not automatically make you a sex-addict. Why do you suppose that he forced me?"
"Because Frank did," said Magenta, quietly.
Charlotte's eyes filled with tears, the painful memories coming back to her. She had been only eleven at the time, and quite unprepared.
"Mother..." she said, looking at the floor and wringing her hands. "I'm sorry."
She sat next to her mother on the bed, choked and broken down by her tears. Magenta put her arm around her, holding her as she did when she was small child.
"Oh, Charlotte..." said Magenta, rubbing her back.
"I really love him, mama..." said Charlotte, in between sobs. "I've never felt this way about anyone before him."
"I see the way he looks at you..." said Magenta.
"...and you can tell he cares, right?" asked Charlotte. "Whenever I'm near him I feel like I'm either going to throw up or...or explode into a thousand butterflies." She blushed after she said this, realizing how ridiculous she had sounded.
Magenta smiled. "That's how I feel near your father."
Charlotte nodded, and then gasped. "You can't tell father, he'll flip!"
"I would never tell him," said Magenta. "I know how much that would hurt you."
"Then what should I do?" asked Charlotte, the tears still flowing. "Should I try to ignore Dick completely, pretend last night never happened? Oh, mother, I just can't!"
"That never worked for Riff and I..." said Magenta, frowning.
"I just need to hide it from father, then," said Charlotte. "Like you two hid it from Frank."
Magenta smirked. "You know how that ended...when you came along, it was obvious."
Charlotte gasped. "Oh god...should I have been on the pill?"
Magenta sighed, pulling a bottle of pills from her pocket. "Take these, and you'll be fine. I had a feeling I would find you like this, so I brought them with me."
Charlotte sighed in relief and took the pills. "Oh, thank you mother...there's pills for everything these days."
"That was the purpose of Dentonvale..." said Magenta, reminiscing."I don't understand how it could be almost eight years now since we left."
Charlotte sighed, leaning into her mother. "What do you think they're doing now...Columbia, Frank, and Jane?"
Magenta sighed. "How should I know? Columbia is most likely making a fool of herself over Furter."
Charlotte giggled. "That's guaranteed." Then she frowned. "I feel terrible that we did such a horrible thing to them. Dick didn't seem to care much...but Jane..."
"It helped get us here, and that's all that matters. Even if we had to kill a few people on the way." Magenta then stood up, walking towards the door.
Before leaving, Magenta turned to face Charlotte. "Just be sure that Riff-Raff does not find this out, you know how it would anger him."
With that, she closed the door, leaving Charlotte to question if being on her home planet was worth destroying lives over. She had begun to think that maybe her parents did not have the good judgement that she had always thought they did.
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