Painted Ivy and Wax Hearts
AvalonReeseFanFics
A/N: Well hello my wonderful readers! Are we ready for another chapter? Cause you've got it! In this one we're going to see what happens to Charlie and if Bo is okay, and then next chapter we'll have something kinda cute happening. I hope you guys are still enjoying this! don't forget to leave a review so I know!
Chapter 14
Trevor had knocked poor Bo out, and not in the sense where he was slightly disorientated and he'd probably get up in a couple of minutes.
Trevor had knocked Bo out cold.
Charlie had screamed for him, not only because she was scared that he was really badly hurt, but because she was just scared in general. She had always seen Bo and the impervious one, to see him lying there not moving was… well… it was daunting.
She had never thought that could happen.
Trevor had only glanced at Callum's dead body, then left it where Bo had thrown him and dragged her back to the ruined convenience store and threw her into it. He shut the door behind him. He rounded on her once he was certain that no one was coming to investigate.
"Where is it Charlie," he growled. "I want my cut. Actually all of it now, seeing as everyone else is dead now. And I don't think you deserve your share, now do you? Tell me where it is."
"I don't…" she started but he slapped her across the face and then pulled a knife from his back pocket and pointed it at her face. Well that wasn't too bad, usually he had a gun.
"You tell me where the fucking money is or I'm going to slice you up, slowly, so you feel every single cut."
Oh, oh boy.
See here was the problem. She didn't know where the money was. Bo had it. She wasn't supposed to leave town, he was the only one who did so she just let him hold onto it.
She was tempted to tell him that he had knocked out the only person who did know where the money was, but then she was afraid that he'd hurt Bo to wake him up.
And besides. Now she was angry and she wanted revenge. Charlie had always been the planner in the group, and already she had a pretty great plan formulating in her head. Well, she wouldn't call it great, but it would do in her circumstances.
"Okay, okay," she said. "No need to go all Sweeny Todd on me. The money's in the wax museum."
"This shit hole has a wax museum?" he asked drily. "Fine. Take me there, show me where you hid it…"
"I can give you directions…"
"Really? To the wrong place so you can run off, I don't think so," he snapped. "Get up, let's go."
She let him pull her up, let him link his arm with hers, so he could keep that knife pressed to her side.
Together they walked, calmly and cooly to the wax museum. He must have been afraid that someone in the town would have noticed the whole attack on Bo and her. He didn't know the town was empty.
They walked the short distance to the wax museum and let herself in with Trevor following her.
She slammed the door extra loud and was sure to stomp her way to the library. She got to the doorway before Trevor grabbed her and snarled: "Walk like a normal person you lunatic."
She took him to where the wax figure of her sat. Vincent had worked for hours to fix it after the head was taken off.
She still didn't know what Bo did to Lester after he took the head off of her statue, but she figured she got his point across because Lester had not caused a single other problem since.
But now she had a completely different problem.
God she hoped he wasn't working too hard in the basement. Or that he didn't just come up to see what she was doing there and walk into a trap.
She wouldn't be able to take it if she got both her boys hurt in one day.
She pulled the curtains back like it was necessary to get at the money, which it wasn't. She didn't, of course, the curtains were behind the wax sculpture, and usually drawn on hot days like this one so she wouldn't melt. But she wanted them drawn for a different reason.
She glanced down to the bushes just beneath that window and there it was, Vincent's half wax face. She stared at him hoping the fear on her face was apparent. That he'd figure out that it wasn't him that was scaring her. He stared at her for a moment, looked into her eyes, and then looked past her.
"What are you looking at?"
Trevor pulled her away from the window but Vincent was already gone.
He took a good long look and then stepped away from the window, no doubt assuming she was trying to stall.
"Well," he snarled turning back to her. "Where the hell is it?"
"It's under there," she lied as she pointed to the love seat.
There was nothing under that love seat, it was just empty space. She found it by accident, stepping up onto the window to clean the pane, her foot had gone through and she had fallen. Had Vincent not been behind her she would have seriously hurt herself.
He pulled her away and then tossed her wax sculpture aside. The way it landed, the snap she heard, she knew that he had broken it, but she also figured Vincent could fix it again.
But if he decided not to fix her wax sculpture for a second time, then she would be fine with that too.
He ripped the love seat apart, pried the wood up but all he got was hollow nothingness and then he was turning around.
"There's nothing there."
"Yep, I know," she said because well, why lie at this point? He had a hold of her right away, one grip to the arm, so he could hold her in place.
That time when he hit her it was a straight punch and she hit the ground. Then he was on top of her, hand to her shoulders, an echo of what Lester had done to her once, except Trevor wasn't interested in raping her… she didn't think.
He just wanted to kill her, or at least rough her up as a form of torture to get the info he wanted.
"Where is the goddamn money you stupid…"
And then Vincent had a hold of his shoulders. He practically tossed Trevor like a rag doll, much like Bo had thrown Callum. Trevor didn't go down as easily though, he got back up as Vincent charged him, swearing at the sight of his face.
Charlie knew that when Vincent got his face twisted up in a way that was kind of gruesome, but that didn't deter him. Luckily he was too angry to really care about what this man thought of him, he just wanted him away from Charlie.
Charlie coughed for a moment or two before she too got up, and followed after the two boys who were grappling together. "Kill him!" she was shouting. "Kill him Vincent!"
For a moment Vincent was confused but she didn't stop. "Kill him before he kills one of us!"
He turned back to Trevor, waited for him to come at him with the knife, which was his neck move. Vincent got a hold of that knife hand, twisted it out of his grip and then shoulder checked him away. By the time that Trevor has righted himself, Vincent had the knife. Trevor turned and Vincent plunged it into his chest.
And then he did it again.
And again.
And again.
Trevor had long since dropped, Vincent just stood over him, stabbing him. Over and over and over until eventually he backed away, throwing the knife to the side.
Charlie just stared at the body at Vincent's feet. The reality of what just happened hitting her all at one. The adrenaline that had been flooding her system was all but gone and suddenly, very foolishly she felt like crying.
And that was promptly what happened.
Vincent had her up in his arms right away. And for a long while she just let him hug her, clinging to him right back. Letting him cradle her as she cried. And then she remembered.
"Oh my god! Bo!" she shouted pushing herself out of Vincent's chest. "Trevor knocked him out we gotta see if he's okay."
Vincent blinked his eyes, clearly confused.
"Bo got knocked out?"
"Obviously! You think he would have let this happen?"
Yeah she had him there and he knew it. She was already rushing towards the door. "Come on," she urged.
And then together she and Vincent left the wax museum and the body behind to go and find Bo.
-HOW-
Together they rushed down the street.
Vincent was having a hard time believing that his brother had been knocked out by one of these guys, but when they came across him just lying on the sidewalk, well, he knew Charlie hadn't lied.
"Bo, Bo, Bo," she cried sliding to a stop beside him. She rolled him over and then shook him a little, and while Bo stirred, he didn't wake right away.
"Bo, come on."
She was actually crying again. Tears of fear, of guilt. She pulled Bo's head into her lap as his eyes began to open. These narrowed slits of blue that looked her up and down.
The wider they got the more he looked at her, the more he came back to the world of the living. Once they were opening, he could see that the pupils were not doing what they were supposed to be doing and Vincent realized that his brother was messed up.
As he continued to stare at her, as he began to recognize who had him and where he was, his smile grew. A smile that Vincent had never seen before. This loping half grin as he took in all of Charlie's beautiful features.
A single hand reached out to her cheek, brushing against her skin before dropping back to his own body, unable to keep it up.
"I love you."
Oh. My. God.
Vincent turned stricken look to Charlie who stared at Bo and his glassy moon-eyed look. He wondered if that would change things now. If she wouldn't want him now that the handsome brother loved her.
But she simply turned a horrified look to Vincent and said: "Oh my god his brain has to be swelling!"
Vincent tried not to laugh. Yeah, that was a fair assumption too.
"Come on, help me get him up," she said and Vincent stooped down.
As soon as Bo saw Vincent his smile widened into a proper grin. "Hey there buddy-bud-bud! How y'ah doing?"
Jesus he really had been hit hard.
Vincent got his brother up to his feet, got an arm over his shoulders and then just waited as Charlie got his other arm over her own shoulders.
He didn't have to ask, he knew where she wanted to take him, which was home. They got him into his truck and then she drove it back to the house where they used the same maneuver to get him up the steps, into the house and then eased him onto the couch.
By then Vincent was aware that the back of Bo's head was bleeding. Charlie rushed off to get the gauze to wrap him up, but Bo was still acting weird.
Specifically he was being way too nice.
Charlie came back, wrapped him up, put a package of cold peas to the back of his head. When she went back into the kitchen he knew it was because she was going for her own frozen bag of produce for her own reddened and swelling face.
Vincent stayed by his brother, stroking his forehead because it seemed to calm him down, and a little bit because he was worried that Bo was actually really, really hurt.
"Hey, Vincent?" she asked breaking the heavy silence in the house and he turned away from his brother's prone form to her. "Do you know how to get a hold of Lester?"
And luckily for them, he did.