Sorry it's been a while you guys!! Here's a Charity chapter, it has a lot to do with her. Lots of important things happen in this chapter, so I hope you like it! Feedback is cherished and keeps me writing! If you want, email me at roxygirl919@hotmail.com !! Love, Claire
All's Fair in High School Chapter 13
Charity reached over and opened a new box of tissues. She had been crying all night, and hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all night long.
Her phone rang. " Hello?"
" It's Miguel." His voice said coldly.
" Miguel? Are you okay?" Charity asked, even though he should actually be asking HER that.
" Meet me at the Book Café in fifteen minutes, okay?" Miguel said. There was something behind his voice. Anxiousness, fear, anger, resentment, something that usually wasn't there.
" Okay." Charity said, letting the fear leak into her voice.
He hung up without another word.
Whitney lost herself in the band. Chad's music teacher was good, all right. He was really talented.
" Whoa, David's really good." Whitney whispered to Chad.
He just nodded quickly, turning his attention back to David.
Theresa tapped Whitney on the shoulder. " I'm gonna go grab a diet something. Want anything?"
"Actually, I think I'll join you." Whitney smiled at the outgoing girl.
" So, what's going on between you and Chad? Are you guys, like, a thing now, or what?" Theresa asked excitedly as soon as they were an earshot away from Chad and Ethan.
" No! Of course not! I mean... I...." Whitney stuttered.
" See I knew it! It was fate!" Theresa said.
" There is no such thing as Fate, Theresa." Whitney said, rolling her eyes.
Theresa's eyes widened. " How can you say such a pessimistic thing? Of course fate exists!Things are meant to be! Ethan and I are meant to be, FATE said so. I love FATE! Fate fate fate fate fate!!"
" If you say fate one more time, I swear I will get some duct tape and tape your mouth shut FOREVER!" Whitney exclaimed, her dark eyes shining.
" Fine. I won't say it. But you know what I'm thinking!" Theresa said in a sing-songy voice.
Whitney sighed. This girl was hopeless.
(Those 2 lines are from the show, but I had to stick them in, I love them!!)
Charity nervously tapped her foot under the table. She had been sitting here with Miguel for almost five minutes, and it had been complete silence most of the time.
" Charity. There's something I need to tell you." Miguel said sofly, looking down at his hand, " I need some space. A break from us."
Charity didn't move. No reaction. Not good.
As her eyes started to cloud over and narrow, she said, " It's Kay, isn't it?"
And Miguel's silence told her she was right.
" Fine." Charity heard herself respond. She almost flinched. Her voice was so cold, so horrible.
Without another word, she got up and walked out the door.
As she drove home, she broke into tears. Her Miguel had left her. Her Miguel. He was her rock, her stability.
Everything was falling apart, and it just seemed like there was nothing she old do to make it stop. Make it stop...
It was so familiar, that day back in eighth grade. She had tried then, too. But she had been rushed. She hadn't been careful, and that's what had gone wrong. She had left a couple of the pills in her robe pocket, and she had dropped a few on the bathroom floor. But that wouldn't happen again...
Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald
I don't like it. I would have rather she cried. Or thrown a tantrum. But I hate it that she didn't react at all. I don't know what going on in her mind. And for that, I'm terrified. My mind keeps flashing back to that horrible day in eighth grade when Charity...
And I'm afraid it will happen again.
Charity screeched the tires as she drove into the garage.
" Charity Standish! What do you think your doing?" Faith came out and yelled.
" Go away, Mom." Charity said, pushing past her upset mother.
" Charity! Come back this instant! I want to know what's got your driving MY care like a maniac!" Faith yelled.
" Do you really, Mother?" Charity asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
" Well. Let me enlighten you. Miguel just broke up with me." Charity spilled.
" Oh Charity." Faith's voice filled with sorrow.
Charity's heart leaped. Would her Mom finally listen to her? Would she finally be able to understand what Charity was going through?
" What did you do this time?" Faith added.
Charity's heart hit the ground. She should have known better. She shouldn't have let herself get her hopes up. Fighting back more tears, she pushed past her mom and headed straight up to her room.
She waited until her mom left. Maybe to one of her friend's houses. Maybe to a bar. Anywhere but here....
Charity went to her Mom's room and opened her underwear drawer. There were the sleeping pills. How pathetic. After the last time, any real parent would have tried other things to get to sleep. Tried warm milk or counting sheep.
But no her mom. Her mom never changed for anyone. Ever.
Charity lined up the little green and yellow pills. There were 24 of them in all. She could just shove them in her mouth and get it over with.
No. Last time she had been careless, and that's why it didn't work. This time she had to take them all.
She imagined her mom finding her the next morning, passed out in the bathroom. Yelling about how ungrateful Charity was.
Charity popped one of the pills into her mouth and swallowed it down with a small gulp of water.
" You'll never forget me, Miguel. Never." She whispered before popping another one of the pills.
Charity Standish
Dear Miguel,
I hope you and Kay are happy.
Dear Miguel,
I'm sorry to be an inconvience to you.
Dear Miguel,
I love you. I love you so much
Dear Miguel,
How could you leave me like that?
Dear Mom,
I wish I could have been the girl you always wanted.
Dear Miguel,
Oh, forget it.
Kay looked at the address in her hand. Yup. This was Charity's house all right.
Kay walked up the sidewalk and paused at the door. She had to do this. She had to straighten things out with Charity. She'd felt so much better after yelling at Miguel. If she finally cleared the air with Charity, it might just make everyone's life a little more simpler.
She reached up to knock on the door, but just as she did, the door swung open.
" Miguel?" She asked in shock. What was he doing here?
" What do you want Kay?" he asked, his voice tired and weary.
" What the hell is going on Miguel?" Kay asked, her own voice worried. Something was not right. Something was just really not right.
" Who's at the door, Miguel?" a tired voice asked. Not Charity. Actually, it sounded a lot like her mom's.
" No one, Mrs. Standish." Miguel said hurriedly. " Just a friend of Charity's."
" A friend?" Kay almost laughed.
Miguel stepped out of the house and shut the door quietly behind him. " Shut up Kay."
" What's your damage, Miguel?" Kay asked.
" Well, not that it's any of your damn business, but Charity's in the hospital. She tried to commit suicide last night." Miguel said harshly.
And at that moment, the front door swung open and Faith Standish walked out.
Kay's eyes widened, and a moment later, she fainted.
All's Fair in High School Chapter 13
Charity reached over and opened a new box of tissues. She had been crying all night, and hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all night long.
Her phone rang. " Hello?"
" It's Miguel." His voice said coldly.
" Miguel? Are you okay?" Charity asked, even though he should actually be asking HER that.
" Meet me at the Book Café in fifteen minutes, okay?" Miguel said. There was something behind his voice. Anxiousness, fear, anger, resentment, something that usually wasn't there.
" Okay." Charity said, letting the fear leak into her voice.
He hung up without another word.
Whitney lost herself in the band. Chad's music teacher was good, all right. He was really talented.
" Whoa, David's really good." Whitney whispered to Chad.
He just nodded quickly, turning his attention back to David.
Theresa tapped Whitney on the shoulder. " I'm gonna go grab a diet something. Want anything?"
"Actually, I think I'll join you." Whitney smiled at the outgoing girl.
" So, what's going on between you and Chad? Are you guys, like, a thing now, or what?" Theresa asked excitedly as soon as they were an earshot away from Chad and Ethan.
" No! Of course not! I mean... I...." Whitney stuttered.
" See I knew it! It was fate!" Theresa said.
" There is no such thing as Fate, Theresa." Whitney said, rolling her eyes.
Theresa's eyes widened. " How can you say such a pessimistic thing? Of course fate exists!Things are meant to be! Ethan and I are meant to be, FATE said so. I love FATE! Fate fate fate fate fate!!"
" If you say fate one more time, I swear I will get some duct tape and tape your mouth shut FOREVER!" Whitney exclaimed, her dark eyes shining.
" Fine. I won't say it. But you know what I'm thinking!" Theresa said in a sing-songy voice.
Whitney sighed. This girl was hopeless.
(Those 2 lines are from the show, but I had to stick them in, I love them!!)
Charity nervously tapped her foot under the table. She had been sitting here with Miguel for almost five minutes, and it had been complete silence most of the time.
" Charity. There's something I need to tell you." Miguel said sofly, looking down at his hand, " I need some space. A break from us."
Charity didn't move. No reaction. Not good.
As her eyes started to cloud over and narrow, she said, " It's Kay, isn't it?"
And Miguel's silence told her she was right.
" Fine." Charity heard herself respond. She almost flinched. Her voice was so cold, so horrible.
Without another word, she got up and walked out the door.
As she drove home, she broke into tears. Her Miguel had left her. Her Miguel. He was her rock, her stability.
Everything was falling apart, and it just seemed like there was nothing she old do to make it stop. Make it stop...
It was so familiar, that day back in eighth grade. She had tried then, too. But she had been rushed. She hadn't been careful, and that's what had gone wrong. She had left a couple of the pills in her robe pocket, and she had dropped a few on the bathroom floor. But that wouldn't happen again...
Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald
I don't like it. I would have rather she cried. Or thrown a tantrum. But I hate it that she didn't react at all. I don't know what going on in her mind. And for that, I'm terrified. My mind keeps flashing back to that horrible day in eighth grade when Charity...
And I'm afraid it will happen again.
Charity screeched the tires as she drove into the garage.
" Charity Standish! What do you think your doing?" Faith came out and yelled.
" Go away, Mom." Charity said, pushing past her upset mother.
" Charity! Come back this instant! I want to know what's got your driving MY care like a maniac!" Faith yelled.
" Do you really, Mother?" Charity asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
" Well. Let me enlighten you. Miguel just broke up with me." Charity spilled.
" Oh Charity." Faith's voice filled with sorrow.
Charity's heart leaped. Would her Mom finally listen to her? Would she finally be able to understand what Charity was going through?
" What did you do this time?" Faith added.
Charity's heart hit the ground. She should have known better. She shouldn't have let herself get her hopes up. Fighting back more tears, she pushed past her mom and headed straight up to her room.
She waited until her mom left. Maybe to one of her friend's houses. Maybe to a bar. Anywhere but here....
Charity went to her Mom's room and opened her underwear drawer. There were the sleeping pills. How pathetic. After the last time, any real parent would have tried other things to get to sleep. Tried warm milk or counting sheep.
But no her mom. Her mom never changed for anyone. Ever.
Charity lined up the little green and yellow pills. There were 24 of them in all. She could just shove them in her mouth and get it over with.
No. Last time she had been careless, and that's why it didn't work. This time she had to take them all.
She imagined her mom finding her the next morning, passed out in the bathroom. Yelling about how ungrateful Charity was.
Charity popped one of the pills into her mouth and swallowed it down with a small gulp of water.
" You'll never forget me, Miguel. Never." She whispered before popping another one of the pills.
Charity Standish
Dear Miguel,
I hope you and Kay are happy.
Dear Miguel,
I'm sorry to be an inconvience to you.
Dear Miguel,
I love you. I love you so much
Dear Miguel,
How could you leave me like that?
Dear Mom,
I wish I could have been the girl you always wanted.
Dear Miguel,
Oh, forget it.
Kay looked at the address in her hand. Yup. This was Charity's house all right.
Kay walked up the sidewalk and paused at the door. She had to do this. She had to straighten things out with Charity. She'd felt so much better after yelling at Miguel. If she finally cleared the air with Charity, it might just make everyone's life a little more simpler.
She reached up to knock on the door, but just as she did, the door swung open.
" Miguel?" She asked in shock. What was he doing here?
" What do you want Kay?" he asked, his voice tired and weary.
" What the hell is going on Miguel?" Kay asked, her own voice worried. Something was not right. Something was just really not right.
" Who's at the door, Miguel?" a tired voice asked. Not Charity. Actually, it sounded a lot like her mom's.
" No one, Mrs. Standish." Miguel said hurriedly. " Just a friend of Charity's."
" A friend?" Kay almost laughed.
Miguel stepped out of the house and shut the door quietly behind him. " Shut up Kay."
" What's your damage, Miguel?" Kay asked.
" Well, not that it's any of your damn business, but Charity's in the hospital. She tried to commit suicide last night." Miguel said harshly.
And at that moment, the front door swung open and Faith Standish walked out.
Kay's eyes widened, and a moment later, she fainted.