A/N: I don't own TMNT. They belong to Nickelodeon. Meg belongs to Gaia Kame. Charlie and plot belong to me. Song belongs to Disney.
Charlie smiled up at Leo for a moment before casting her gaze away to look through the mail. "Junk, junk, junk, asshole - wait..What?"
She slowly opened the letter and read through all the fancy male cursive that she remembered belonging to her Father.
''My Dearest Charlene,
How have you been? I hope that you've been settling in well at your new home. I've missed you ever since you ran off. Things have been very quiet without little my little girl. I know no doubt that you are wondering how I got a hold of you. It has not been easy since you did not tell any of your older sisters where you ran off to. I must thank you for blocking my calls. Instead a very nice man by the name of John Bishop came to the Godfather and told him and through extension me where you were hiding with your friend, Meghan. It is lovely to know that you stayed with the Family. I have learned they you two are dating some peculiar men. I insist on meeting them and judging them for myself to see if they are truly good enough for my daughter.
Now onto important maters. It is time that you returned home, to me. I will not take no for an answer. Your Father misses you dearly and insists that you return to me. It is high time that you returned to me, my little pet. The Family also misses you and Meghan. That is why it has been arranged for a family reunion to take place back home. It is time that the both out you returned to us. The Family has missed the two of you dearly. Someone will arrive to pick up the two of you soon. Try not to disappear again for we will find you.
With Much Care,
Your Father
P.S. Know where your loyalties lie, my daughter. The same extends to Meghan.'
Charlie's eyes widened and she gulped. Uh oh. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. He's coming...They're coming for the both of them. Which meant that they didn't have much to time to get the hell outta dodge before danger came for them..again. "M-Meg.." Charlie's fearful brown orbs locked eyes with Meg's sea-blue ones. "We're in trouble. We're in a fat louda 'Fuck It!' trouble!" With that said Charlie angrily slammed the letter onto the kitchen table. She then swiftly walked into her room grumbling angrily all the while. "I can't believe this shit! I ain't goin' back! No way in freakin'..."
Once she got in her room she changed into an ensemble consisting of a pair of black jeans with various bleached-white spots on it, a black tank top that had the image of a skeleton's ribcage and red roses and on the back was a picture of two silver guns crossed over each other, a black, pink, white and grey plaid button-up shirt that she left open and a pair of black ankle-high boots and her pair black fingerless elbow-length gloves that had metal plates sewn in on the inside of the knuckles. Then she quickly grabbed a duffel bag and began loading a bunch of clothes, her spare pocketnife, her butterfly knives, her lock-picking kit as well as several other things. All the while muttering under her breath knowing full well that at least one, if not two, of the turtles were watching her.
"Let it go..
Let it go...
Can't hold it back anymore..
Let it go..
Let it go..
Turn my back and slam the door.."
She sighed as she zipped closed her black duffel bag and quickly pulled her hair up into a ponytail. There's no way that she was going back...or at least not without a fight, that is!
