Rating: PG-13 for coarse language and adult themes (Forget to mention that
in earlier chapters)
Disclaimers: See Chapter 1
Author's Notes: WeBuiltThisCityOnRockAndRoll - Thanks! I loved that part too, which is actually surprising because I tend to hate my work after I post it, it's so predictable for me because I wrote it. Does that make any sense? Probably not!
C-chan - Thank you!
Orli_anon - don't you hide from me! LOL that made no sense... oh yeah, you told me to thank your fans... so thank you to the fans that reside in your head :P (by the way, I actually know her, she my friend) Sorry chookie!
On with the story!
Chapter 5:
Charlie flopped back on his bed. Coach had given him hell at training, but Charlie grudgingly admitted that he had probably deserved it. His name was on other things, namely the thickish envelope in his bag. Katie had given it to him at the end of lunch, after making him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone what was in it, and that he wouldn't open it until he got home, thus minimising the risk of anyone else finding out about it.
Awake again, Charlie pulled the envelope out of his bag. Pulling out the contents, he leant back against the wall and began to reda, finding himself immersed in her introduction.
"A Life Of Regrets, by Katie Gold
A life of regrets. Sure, a lot of people live a life full of regrets. I can truly sympathise with these people. But the worst thing is that right now I am only 17 years old. A life of regrets at 17 years old. Now if that isn't heartbreaking then I don't know what is. I admit, I brought most of it on myself, but at the time it seemed my only option.
Anyway I don't want to delve into that just yet. I'm going to introduce you to my family, and hopefully this will help you understand the rest of the story I have to tell.
I'll start by introducing you to my mother. I suppose she's not that bad, compared to my father, and she'd be perfect if you wanted positively nothing to do with her. She calls me 'dear', because she can't remember my name... all she's interested in is money. I don't mean that in a bad way, because my mother is a perfectly nice, normal woman who just happens to be married to a rich man.
Ah yes, we come to my biological father. I never knew it was possible to hate someone so much, yet you still felt the desire to impress them beyond their beliefs. I finally learnt two and a half years ago that it was a waste of time trying to impress him. Whatever I did, my brother was better.So I finally gave up trying to compete with my brother. But I made things worse. Now, he sends people to check up on me, he only bothers to come and see me himself if he thinks I need a reality check, or if he thinks I'm in need of some 'discipline'.
Tony's my brother. He's fifteen years older than me. Growing up he was my hero, my idol. My father had nothing to do with that, I thikn it was because when our father wasn't around Tony would hang out with me just coz he wanted to. He is someone I would trust my life with, if the father was nowhere to e found (ie dead). About ten years ago he got married to Jen. She is the sister I never had. She's always there for me, and she's the one that proves me wrong when I feel like nobody cares.
Tony works for the Navy. I'm not exactly ure what he does, but he gets relocated every six months. And because father is so obsessed with Tony, this means we move every six months as well. I'm not complaining, it meant that I had enough time to make new friends wherever I went. But it would've been nice if some of them had bothered to write back a second time...
Kyle's my nephew. He's soo cute, he looks so much like his daddy... he really has the "who me? I'm 'innocent' " look down perfectly.
Amy's my niece. She adorable. She's such a sweethear, I swear to God if anyone hurts her on purpose they will have to answer to me.
Because he hates me and loves Tony, our father would often and regularlytake Tony and Jen out, leaving me behind to baby-sit. I didn't mind, it actual fact I was relieved. I don't think I would be able to handle going out with Tony and our father...
Whenever I baby-sat, after my father had said or done something to make me feel like absolute shit, Amy would come up to me and give me a big hug and ask me if I was ok, almost as if she could sense something was wrong... no matter how many times she does it, I still feel the tears well up in my eyes because I'm so touched by how much she cares.
So, that pretty much sums up my family. No matter how dysfunctional, I still love them, apart from my father. I don't think I will ever be able to forgive him, let alone love him, after the physical and emotional hell he has put me through."
Charlie folded the papers and stuffed them back inside the envelope. He couldn't believe what he'd read. Katie certainly didn't seem as though she had been through emotional hell... whenever he saw her she was eally happy.
"Charlie," his mother knocked on the door.
"Yeah Mom?" Charlie called back.
His door opened and his mother stuck her head inside the door. "Phone for you." She threw him the cordless.
"Thanks." He grinned at her. "Hello?" he spoe into the phone.
"Charlie?"
"Katie? What's wrong?" He was immediately concerned, she never called him Charlie.
She sniffled. "Oh Charlie... he came... I'm so scared, he's gonna come back I know it." She sobbed. "Can you come? I ust, I don't want to be alone."
Charlie nodded. "Don't worry, I'm on my way."
"Thank you," she replied, slightly relieved.
"I'll see you real soon, OK? Bye."
"Bye," she replied, hanging up. 'What did I do?' she thought, bursting into fresh tears. 'Please hurry Charlie, before he comes back...'
Disclaimers: See Chapter 1
Author's Notes: WeBuiltThisCityOnRockAndRoll - Thanks! I loved that part too, which is actually surprising because I tend to hate my work after I post it, it's so predictable for me because I wrote it. Does that make any sense? Probably not!
C-chan - Thank you!
Orli_anon - don't you hide from me! LOL that made no sense... oh yeah, you told me to thank your fans... so thank you to the fans that reside in your head :P (by the way, I actually know her, she my friend) Sorry chookie!
On with the story!
Chapter 5:
Charlie flopped back on his bed. Coach had given him hell at training, but Charlie grudgingly admitted that he had probably deserved it. His name was on other things, namely the thickish envelope in his bag. Katie had given it to him at the end of lunch, after making him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone what was in it, and that he wouldn't open it until he got home, thus minimising the risk of anyone else finding out about it.
Awake again, Charlie pulled the envelope out of his bag. Pulling out the contents, he leant back against the wall and began to reda, finding himself immersed in her introduction.
"A Life Of Regrets, by Katie Gold
A life of regrets. Sure, a lot of people live a life full of regrets. I can truly sympathise with these people. But the worst thing is that right now I am only 17 years old. A life of regrets at 17 years old. Now if that isn't heartbreaking then I don't know what is. I admit, I brought most of it on myself, but at the time it seemed my only option.
Anyway I don't want to delve into that just yet. I'm going to introduce you to my family, and hopefully this will help you understand the rest of the story I have to tell.
I'll start by introducing you to my mother. I suppose she's not that bad, compared to my father, and she'd be perfect if you wanted positively nothing to do with her. She calls me 'dear', because she can't remember my name... all she's interested in is money. I don't mean that in a bad way, because my mother is a perfectly nice, normal woman who just happens to be married to a rich man.
Ah yes, we come to my biological father. I never knew it was possible to hate someone so much, yet you still felt the desire to impress them beyond their beliefs. I finally learnt two and a half years ago that it was a waste of time trying to impress him. Whatever I did, my brother was better.So I finally gave up trying to compete with my brother. But I made things worse. Now, he sends people to check up on me, he only bothers to come and see me himself if he thinks I need a reality check, or if he thinks I'm in need of some 'discipline'.
Tony's my brother. He's fifteen years older than me. Growing up he was my hero, my idol. My father had nothing to do with that, I thikn it was because when our father wasn't around Tony would hang out with me just coz he wanted to. He is someone I would trust my life with, if the father was nowhere to e found (ie dead). About ten years ago he got married to Jen. She is the sister I never had. She's always there for me, and she's the one that proves me wrong when I feel like nobody cares.
Tony works for the Navy. I'm not exactly ure what he does, but he gets relocated every six months. And because father is so obsessed with Tony, this means we move every six months as well. I'm not complaining, it meant that I had enough time to make new friends wherever I went. But it would've been nice if some of them had bothered to write back a second time...
Kyle's my nephew. He's soo cute, he looks so much like his daddy... he really has the "who me? I'm 'innocent' " look down perfectly.
Amy's my niece. She adorable. She's such a sweethear, I swear to God if anyone hurts her on purpose they will have to answer to me.
Because he hates me and loves Tony, our father would often and regularlytake Tony and Jen out, leaving me behind to baby-sit. I didn't mind, it actual fact I was relieved. I don't think I would be able to handle going out with Tony and our father...
Whenever I baby-sat, after my father had said or done something to make me feel like absolute shit, Amy would come up to me and give me a big hug and ask me if I was ok, almost as if she could sense something was wrong... no matter how many times she does it, I still feel the tears well up in my eyes because I'm so touched by how much she cares.
So, that pretty much sums up my family. No matter how dysfunctional, I still love them, apart from my father. I don't think I will ever be able to forgive him, let alone love him, after the physical and emotional hell he has put me through."
Charlie folded the papers and stuffed them back inside the envelope. He couldn't believe what he'd read. Katie certainly didn't seem as though she had been through emotional hell... whenever he saw her she was eally happy.
"Charlie," his mother knocked on the door.
"Yeah Mom?" Charlie called back.
His door opened and his mother stuck her head inside the door. "Phone for you." She threw him the cordless.
"Thanks." He grinned at her. "Hello?" he spoe into the phone.
"Charlie?"
"Katie? What's wrong?" He was immediately concerned, she never called him Charlie.
She sniffled. "Oh Charlie... he came... I'm so scared, he's gonna come back I know it." She sobbed. "Can you come? I ust, I don't want to be alone."
Charlie nodded. "Don't worry, I'm on my way."
"Thank you," she replied, slightly relieved.
"I'll see you real soon, OK? Bye."
"Bye," she replied, hanging up. 'What did I do?' she thought, bursting into fresh tears. 'Please hurry Charlie, before he comes back...'