Nebula- Lol, yeah. Just like everyong else in this story, the cops are
rather dense. But there's hope for the people of this fic yet...They just
may redeem themselves. ^_^ And don't worry, life in Minnesota will be
revealed within the next few chapters. Things are shifting. *cue in
suspenseful music* And as for my reviews, it's no problem. ^_^ I'm glad
you've liked them. *grins* My storyline for "Loser" is actually pretty
different. That's the beauty of it all. ^_^ We get two perpectives! Whoo-
hoo! ^_~ Okies, I guess we can cut the Creek talk for now. ^_^
Katie- Yeah, Charlie is in need of some good happiness...He's a very tortured soul. And yes, no shame in the plug! ^_^ I read and reviewed it. 'Twas lovely. ^_^
Chroni- ^_^
Banksiesbabe99- I'm sorry. *grins* I didn't mean to leave you in suspesnse like that. *has a realization* Oh yeah! *slaps forehead* I DID mean to leave you in suspense like that! Silly me! ^_^ Aw, thank you. I appreciate you letting me off the hook. I am very happy. ^_^
Rachel- Lol...heeheehee...I'm glad you liked the 'Blah blah blah' and the 'Pepsi or Coke?' bit. ^_^ I just needed to add them...they waere begging to be there. ^_^ Maybe break the tension a little. Aww...*wipes away tears of joy* Have I told you that you're really nice? Well if I haven't, YOU'RE SO NICE! ^_^
Missa- *grins* Thanks for reveiwing!
ADRIANA- WHEE! I figured it out! Mesa SMART! I shoulda figured it out with the multiple 'UPDATES,' but what can i say? *points to hair* I'm a blonde. Through and through. The 'Ur friends are my friends' was what made it click though. ^_^ Whew, it's good to know you still reveiwed. ^_^ I was worried you had forgotten me. *slaps forehead* But I was wrong! Thanks for reviwing (both times)! ^_^ Man, I feel smart now! I solved a mystery! Whoo-hoo! I'm so stratigical! *grins* Lol...I'm okay now...really, I am...
Sloane Miette- o.O...Ooh, I don't wanna die! *perks up* Pizza and milkshakes, you say? *smiles real big* Yummy-yum-yum! I'm there! Wow, you sure have these plots well-thought-out. ^_^ Aw, tears? *feels guiltly for not updating sooner* Lol...guess what! ....*waits in suspense*...THE DUCKS ARE COMING SOON! ^_^
Christy- I'm glad you liked Charlie's "transformation"...lol. I'm ALSO glad you caught on to that. ^_^ I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Liz- Heehee, yes, the Pepsi or Coke thing was supposed to be funny. *grins* Lol...thta's very true. The next 14 chapters wouldn't exist if he didn't go back. Way to be positive! ^_^ You got the special preview sneak-peak of the next fourteen! ^_^ You oughtta feel special! ^_^
Sophie, #1 of 4- WHEE! YOU'RE BACK! YOU'RE REALLY BACK! *does happy dance, throwing confetti with excitement* I'm really happy! Lol. I was worried because I thought you and Kate had dissapeared. *lip quivers* It was greatly saddening me...Kate is still M.I.A., but I'm sure she's busy too. *sniff* I understand...Lol...^_^ Wow, I feel so special becuase I got four DIFFERENT reviews! Whoo-hoo! I opened the 'Stats' page in my little thingy- ma-jigger and I'm like "DANG! Four new reviews in one day?" Then I was like, "YAY! SOPHIE SOPHIE SOPHIE SOPHIE!" It was a wonderful moment. ^_^ As for me being a busy bunny, you don't know the half of it. ^_^ While battling writer's block for "One Way Ticket," I have written lost for this. Yes, I know, I desperately need to update the other, but alas, motivation is sparse at the moment. ^_^ I'm trying. I'm glad you're excited abotu the four new chapters. ^_^ I'm also glad that you reviewed them all. Did I mention that made me feel special? ^_^ Yes, alas it is true. Someone is suspicious of Charlie's lying-addiction. Heehee, I was feeling a need to be strange so yep. I named her Doctor Proctor. ^_^ Blocked much? Lol. Yep, leave it to me to give them silly names in the midst of dramatic angst. It's my thing.
Sophie, #2 of 4- Yes, it's just like that! It's bizarre how different this story is as compared to what it was GOING to be when I started it. ^_^ Ooh ohh ohh! You're gonna read my other fic? Whoo-hoo! Heehee, yeah, I guess you can't really go wrong with Joshua Jackson angst! ^_^ Poor soul...Heehee! *thinks* Hm, who could you have gotten THAT from? Lol...You used my word! *grins* Isn't it fun to say? Yes! Alas, Jesse is a good influence on Charlie. Lol. That's one way to look at it...Charlie WAS pretty desperate. I would be scared it one of my friends was sitting outside my door, looking as if they had gotten run over by a truck too! ^_^ Over-Dramatic-Ness (Oh, don't you just LOVE my flourishing vocabulary?) is very fun. ^_^ I know, it's a shocking thing...but as you said, what is George Conway without his favorite punching bag? A crazy psycho on the loose, SEARCHING for said punching bag! Lol, SURELY those two things couldn't be connected! Surely not...*shakes head* 'Twould be PREPOSTEROUS!
Sophie, #3 of 4- Heehee, I COULD have been nasty and made that the title, when in fact he didn't tell...but not even I'M that nasty ALL the time. Lol, of course! Charlie had such great timing, doens't he? Wow, that is weird...o.O...*twilight zone music*...Lol, anyway. yes, Charlie is a twisted little fellow. But we love him anyway. *pats Charlie's head*...*Charlie bites Chelsea's hand* Eek, bad Charlie! *Charlie's mouth twitches as he mutters something under his breath about 'revenge' and 'first class tickets to Hawaii when this is over'* Good boy. Now go sit in the corner while I finish with Sophie's review. When I'm done with this chapter, I'll give you a cookie. How does that sound? *Charlie thinks this over, ultimately deciding it was worth it and nods* Alrighty then. *Charlie scurries away* Okies, now where was I? Oh yes...Your review, dear Sophie. Lol, yes. The maids all live together. It provides much convinience! ^_^ You'll just have to find out if they tell, now wont'cha?
Sophie, #4 of 4- I know, I can hardly believe I hit 30 chapters too...o.O...Aw, your story isn't piddly and insignificant! In fact, it's so un-piddle and UN-unsignificant (Which would be just plain significant, but I wanna be special!) that I've been waiting all this time for a new update! I can hardly wait! I'm in suspense as well! Lol. ooh, yum. Cheese sandwiches are good. ^_^ Thank you for sharing that. Yes, because all people in my story must be idiots to make the cut. I worked VERY hard to make people stupid enough for their roles! A couple of good, intelligent cops tried out for the part, but I sacked them. Not evil enough. My cast must be perfect. ^_^ And as for not have an adjective evil enough for George? Made me laugh. ^_^ Lol...it seems he's staying in character. Hehe, yes. He was reading a magazine. What a little twit. *Charlie looks up, thinking Chelsea is talking abotu him, and pouts* No, no, Charlie darling. I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about your dad. *Charlie 'meeps' and runs away, hiding under the couch* Aw, the poor little dear...tisk tisk...*George makes scary sounds from his place in the OTHER corner, though he is rightfully restrained in a straightjacket and gagged with a dirty sock until I'm ready to write the story, all for the protection of Charlie-dearest* George! Hush, you! Stop making scary noises at Charlie! He's traumatized enough already! No, no I don't want to hear your excuses! Hush up! Don't make me send all the reviewers after you while you're all tied up...you've read all the things they want to do in order to kill you. *George abruptly shuts up* Good. Much better. Charlie, you can come back out now. *Charlie crawls out and runs off to the corner to eat another cookie* Poor thing. So abused. Anyway. Lol, heeheehee...I have to admit, Charlie waving pompoms would be pretty entertaining...*snicker*...*Charlie gives Chelsea a suspicious look saying 'You wouldn't dare...'* Heehee...it's a very tempting idea...*grins evilly to self, thinking of which story to carry this out in* Heeheehee...I'll have to think it over. Hehe, yeah, seeing yourself on TV 'missing' would be pretty surreal. Yes! Alas, Charlie did someting right! Whee for Charlie! I give him little breaks every now and then. *hangs head in shame* I am sorry for the negative influence I have bestowed upon you...lol...And I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. *cough* Lol. And again, it's nice to have you back!
CF28- Thanks for the feedback! I'm glad you like the story! ^_~
Disclaimer- Chelsea. No. Own. Mighty. Ducks.
-Chapter 31-
After answering many questions, Charlie was riding shotgun on a car ride home. April, Karen, Alyssa, and Agatha had been released with apologies once everything was cleared up.
He stared out the window, wishing he could rewind back to when he was still at Jesse's. What had he been thinking, though? Thinking he could get away from his father...he would never get away at this rate...
The car ride was silent.
It wasn't long before the two Conway men arrived back at the house.
As George unlocked the front door of the house, Charlie let out a bitter chuckle.
"Home sweet home." He whispered sardonically to himself as he followed his father in.
He slung his backpack onto the floor and looked at his father, wondering when the sure-fire onslaught would begin.
George gently closed the front door, turning his attention to his son. "I see you're back. Where have you been all this time?" George asked stepping closer. His voice was like the calm before the storm.
"Nowhere." Charlie said simply, knowing better then to walk off during a conversation with his father.
"Really? Because I was WORRIED." He said in a low voice, his voice sending chills down Charlie's spine as he drew closer.
"I'm sure you were." Charlie said, standing his ground. He wouldn't run away. All he had to do was keep his father's temper even, and he was out of this unscathed.
"Oh, trust me I was. I was beginning to wonder what you were doing...being gone all that time. Where would a little boy stay in a city full of strangers, hm? A lost, CONFUSED little BOY should be kept under close watch. We wouldn't want this CONFUSED little BOY to let something SLIP, would we?" the man asked, his eyes piercing into Charlie's soul. He had yet to raise his voice, yet he spoke with forced authority.
Charlie was chewing on the inside of his lower lip as he struggled to keep his feet planted. He wouldn't let the man win this one. Charlie had to hold his ground; wait it out.
"WOULD we?" George hissed, his eyes darkening.
"No," Charlie said, tightening his jaw. "we wouldn't."
George was now only inches from Charlie's face. He grabbed the boy by his uninjured arm and clenched in roughly. "That's why this little BOY shouldn't run off."
"Well maybe this BOY wouldn't have HAD to run off if his FATHER wasn't such an arrogant jerk." Charlie said spitefully, unable to hold it in.
"Maybe if this BOY would have LISTENED to his FATHER, his FATHER wouldn't have to DISCIPLINE him so often." George said as he jerked Charlie to the side by the arm.
Charlie returned the hateful glare as the two stood there in defiance. Charlie jerked his arm away and George slapped him.
A cocky smirk found its way to George's face as he twisted Charlie's arm behind his back and slammed the boy roughly into the wall, holding him in place. A yelp escaped from Charlie's lips before he could stop himself.
"But this boy will never tell...this boy knows the consequences if he were to tell. He's too afraid because he knows his chances of survival will drop drastically after telling. He knows he'll lose. There's no way he can win, because he is nothing. Just an arrogant, melodramatic little brat who will never make anything of his life. He is a boy who managed to bring pain and suffering to everyone without even trying. This boy...is a failure. He always will be. That is why this boy will never tell." George whispered into Charlie's ear, his hot breath burning on Charlie's neck, taunting him. Daring him to retaliate.
The words stung. Charlie's jaw tightened and he closed his eyes to try and block out his father's words. But every word dropped to Charlie's very core, echoing in his mind.
George eased his grip on Charlie before letting go completely. "You just keep that in mind." He said quietly before walking into the kitchen to enjoy some coffee.
Charlie was still shaking long after his father had departed. He tried to swallow, telling himself he had gotten off easy that time. But for some reason that had stung far more than any beating his father had ever done. Because he was right. Charlie knew he was right.
Charlie's lip was quivering slightly, but he bit it and clenched his eyes shut. He knew he wouldn't tell. Sure, he had told Jesse. But only on the condition that Jesse wouldn't do anything about it. Charlie knew that he was too afraid. Too weak to face up to the consequences. He was LETTING it happen...He deserved it...
Taking another deep breath to try and calm himself, Charlie opened his eyes and walked slowly to the stairs. He held in the tears as always, absolutely refusing to give in. He had to be strong about this, or he would never make it. He had to keep what little control he had in order to survive. It was a battle of wits now. The outcome lay in the balance of who would break first.
~~~*~~~
Weeks had passed and hockey season had come to an end. Charlie had not been allowed to participate in the finals games due to his broken arm. He had of course been upset, but relieved in another sense. He didn't want to put up with any locker room questioning.
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Jesse's hand lingered over the phone hesitantly. He had given Charlie several weeks to prove himself. However, over the course of those weeks, Charlie's bruises had yet to recover significantly. He could even point out a few new ones. Not to mention his enthusiasm had been seriously lacking. Jesse had nearly had to drag Charlie to Terry's game the other day. Jesse was extremely worried for his friend.
He knew this would be breaking Charlie's trust, but he had to do it. His concern for Charlie was just too much. Standing by and watching his best friend suffer was just not something he was willing to do.
The teenager picked up the wrinkled piece of paper he had found after Charlie left. It had a number and a name by it. A number and name Jesse was finding very useful at the given moment.
He looked around to make sure no one was watching him. He couldn't have anyone listening in on his conversation.
After making sure he was completely alone, he dialed in the number and held the phone tentatively to his ear. For good measure, he brought the phone into his room and closed the door.
"Hello? Coach Bombay? It's Jesse. Look, there's something I have to tell you. It's important..."
~~~*~~~
The next day, Charlie was sitting in his third period class, staring off into space. He felt sick to his stomach and didn't feel like moving. His dad had done a thorough job this morning. He could barely lift his head off the desk. The man had stopped hitting him in the face as much because the suspicions were beginning to rise.
To add onto to his list, his heart had been pillaged and stomped on when he found out Halley, who he had almost thought was a decent person, was playing her own game of tonsil-hockey with Evan in the middle of the hallway. He assumed that was what he got for allowing himself to trust her. He should have seen she wasn't serious...
The droning of his teacher's voice began lulling him into a deep sleep...
Suddenly he was snapped out of his trance when the door slammed open. Charlie's head snapped up to attention as two men walked through the entrance.
Charlie rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. Once he could comprehend the surrounding world, he realized he was being stared at.
"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
His teacher gave him a sympathetic look. "Come on down here, son. We need to talk to you." one of the men said.
Charlie heard snickers and "Ooooh"'s, as well as a few scattered "Uh-muh- muh-muh-muhhhhhmmmm"'s.
He got up and ignored his classmates. He couldn't help but wonder what he had done THIS time...
The teacher patted him lightly on the shoulder as he was led out of the room. Charlie was extremely confused, but kept his questions quiet until they were out in the hall.
Once the door was closed safely behind him, Charlie turned to the two men. "What's going on?" he asked.
"We got a report that there was a possibility there might be something you wanted to tell us." One said.
"Tell you? I don't even KNOW you." Charlie said in confusion.
The two men exchanged looks and sighed. They had a feeling this one might be difficult.
"We got a call from several people. They said you've been struggling with your concentration and are abnormally pale. They claim mysterious bruises and cuts appeared and have yet to disappear. Charlie, would you care to explain?" one man said gently, laying his briefcase on the ground.
Charlie shifted into a panic. He had to protect himself at any cost. "I-I don't know what y-you're talking about." He said, knowing his voice was shaking. He refused to admit it.
The two men exchanged looks again. "Charlie, we're here to help you. You can tell us the truth." The taller one said softly to Charlie. "We aren't here to hurt you."
Charlie looked between them, still completely untrusting. What if his father had sent them to see if he would tell? Yes, that's it...his father must be testing him. Testing to see if he would rat his father out. Looking for a reason to be angry... He wouldn't tell for ANYTHING.
He couldn't help but feel relieved at figuring this 'test' out; he was going to win this. He had too.
"I seriously have no idea what you're talking about." Charlie said, just as he always did. He clammed up and receded into his little shell. He wouldn't let anyone hurt him anymore. He would remain in control at all costs. Self- preservation over everything else.
The shorter one let out a sigh and wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. The two men exchanged yet another look before turning to the boy's stiff frame.
"Charlie, talk to us. We need to know. Let us see some of the bruises; anything. Explain your cut TRUTHFULLY! Charlie, this is very important." The man said seriously, looking into Charlie's eyes.
Charlie tightened his jaw. No, they weren't trying to help him. Don't listen. They're the enemy. They were just working for his father to test and see if he would ever tell. If he told, his father would beat him again. Charlie had to outsmart his father if he was going to win...
He WOULD win at any cost...
"I don't know why you insist anything is wrong. NOTHING...is wrong." Charlie said defiantly, adverting his eyes. He couldn't take any chances.
"Charlie. We won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe now. I know you're afraid, but we won't let anything happen to you." a woman said as she walked up behind the two men.
Charlie tensed up even more, sending confused glances between all three. What kind of bizarre test was this?
"We here to protect you Charlie, and I assure you that your father will never lay a hand on you again. Trust us; we're on your side. You are going to have to cooperate with us, though. Jack and Dominique are going to take you to our office while I call up some people. And again, don't be afraid. We are going to take care of you." the lady said, placing a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.
Charlie stiffened and looked away again. What was going on? This sure was a complex test...
"But...what about school?" Charlie asked in a small voice that didn't even recognize as his own. His voice had changed a lot. He no longer spoke with an authoritative tone, and he hated himself for it. Listening to himself speak, he thought of how defeated he sounded. But he wasn't defeated. Not yet. He had to stay in control...
"Don't worry; all your teachers are aware of the situation. You won't be counted unexcused. But you shouldn't worry about that." She said, giving him a warm smile.
Charlie bit his lip and crossed his arms nervously. What did his father expect him to do? Was he supposed to go with them or try and run? This was so confusing.
Unable to decide and mentally exhausted, Charlie allowed himself to be led to the car. He sat in the back seat, clutching onto his backpack as if it were his only lifeline.
He stared out the window and watched birds fly in the sky. This was some sick little test his father was pulling. Maybe he knew that Charlie wouldn't tell...maybe this was just to prove to Charlie that he would never tell...just like his father had said...
Charlie shook his head and leaned against the window, clenching his eyes as tight as he could. He needed to stop thinking so much. As he clutched his backpack, he dug his face into the hunter green bag.
The two men in the front seat gave each other worried glances as they watched him. They turned back to the front and saw the lady give them a thumbs-up from her car. They nodded and started the ignition.
Charlie went back to staring out the window. They were moving now. He fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. CRYING at the people wouldn't help his protesting much. He let out a shaky breath and watched the buildings pass with glassy eyes.
This was one exhausting test...
Katie- Yeah, Charlie is in need of some good happiness...He's a very tortured soul. And yes, no shame in the plug! ^_^ I read and reviewed it. 'Twas lovely. ^_^
Chroni- ^_^
Banksiesbabe99- I'm sorry. *grins* I didn't mean to leave you in suspesnse like that. *has a realization* Oh yeah! *slaps forehead* I DID mean to leave you in suspense like that! Silly me! ^_^ Aw, thank you. I appreciate you letting me off the hook. I am very happy. ^_^
Rachel- Lol...heeheehee...I'm glad you liked the 'Blah blah blah' and the 'Pepsi or Coke?' bit. ^_^ I just needed to add them...they waere begging to be there. ^_^ Maybe break the tension a little. Aww...*wipes away tears of joy* Have I told you that you're really nice? Well if I haven't, YOU'RE SO NICE! ^_^
Missa- *grins* Thanks for reveiwing!
ADRIANA- WHEE! I figured it out! Mesa SMART! I shoulda figured it out with the multiple 'UPDATES,' but what can i say? *points to hair* I'm a blonde. Through and through. The 'Ur friends are my friends' was what made it click though. ^_^ Whew, it's good to know you still reveiwed. ^_^ I was worried you had forgotten me. *slaps forehead* But I was wrong! Thanks for reviwing (both times)! ^_^ Man, I feel smart now! I solved a mystery! Whoo-hoo! I'm so stratigical! *grins* Lol...I'm okay now...really, I am...
Sloane Miette- o.O...Ooh, I don't wanna die! *perks up* Pizza and milkshakes, you say? *smiles real big* Yummy-yum-yum! I'm there! Wow, you sure have these plots well-thought-out. ^_^ Aw, tears? *feels guiltly for not updating sooner* Lol...guess what! ....*waits in suspense*...THE DUCKS ARE COMING SOON! ^_^
Christy- I'm glad you liked Charlie's "transformation"...lol. I'm ALSO glad you caught on to that. ^_^ I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Liz- Heehee, yes, the Pepsi or Coke thing was supposed to be funny. *grins* Lol...thta's very true. The next 14 chapters wouldn't exist if he didn't go back. Way to be positive! ^_^ You got the special preview sneak-peak of the next fourteen! ^_^ You oughtta feel special! ^_^
Sophie, #1 of 4- WHEE! YOU'RE BACK! YOU'RE REALLY BACK! *does happy dance, throwing confetti with excitement* I'm really happy! Lol. I was worried because I thought you and Kate had dissapeared. *lip quivers* It was greatly saddening me...Kate is still M.I.A., but I'm sure she's busy too. *sniff* I understand...Lol...^_^ Wow, I feel so special becuase I got four DIFFERENT reviews! Whoo-hoo! I opened the 'Stats' page in my little thingy- ma-jigger and I'm like "DANG! Four new reviews in one day?" Then I was like, "YAY! SOPHIE SOPHIE SOPHIE SOPHIE!" It was a wonderful moment. ^_^ As for me being a busy bunny, you don't know the half of it. ^_^ While battling writer's block for "One Way Ticket," I have written lost for this. Yes, I know, I desperately need to update the other, but alas, motivation is sparse at the moment. ^_^ I'm trying. I'm glad you're excited abotu the four new chapters. ^_^ I'm also glad that you reviewed them all. Did I mention that made me feel special? ^_^ Yes, alas it is true. Someone is suspicious of Charlie's lying-addiction. Heehee, I was feeling a need to be strange so yep. I named her Doctor Proctor. ^_^ Blocked much? Lol. Yep, leave it to me to give them silly names in the midst of dramatic angst. It's my thing.
Sophie, #2 of 4- Yes, it's just like that! It's bizarre how different this story is as compared to what it was GOING to be when I started it. ^_^ Ooh ohh ohh! You're gonna read my other fic? Whoo-hoo! Heehee, yeah, I guess you can't really go wrong with Joshua Jackson angst! ^_^ Poor soul...Heehee! *thinks* Hm, who could you have gotten THAT from? Lol...You used my word! *grins* Isn't it fun to say? Yes! Alas, Jesse is a good influence on Charlie. Lol. That's one way to look at it...Charlie WAS pretty desperate. I would be scared it one of my friends was sitting outside my door, looking as if they had gotten run over by a truck too! ^_^ Over-Dramatic-Ness (Oh, don't you just LOVE my flourishing vocabulary?) is very fun. ^_^ I know, it's a shocking thing...but as you said, what is George Conway without his favorite punching bag? A crazy psycho on the loose, SEARCHING for said punching bag! Lol, SURELY those two things couldn't be connected! Surely not...*shakes head* 'Twould be PREPOSTEROUS!
Sophie, #3 of 4- Heehee, I COULD have been nasty and made that the title, when in fact he didn't tell...but not even I'M that nasty ALL the time. Lol, of course! Charlie had such great timing, doens't he? Wow, that is weird...o.O...*twilight zone music*...Lol, anyway. yes, Charlie is a twisted little fellow. But we love him anyway. *pats Charlie's head*...*Charlie bites Chelsea's hand* Eek, bad Charlie! *Charlie's mouth twitches as he mutters something under his breath about 'revenge' and 'first class tickets to Hawaii when this is over'* Good boy. Now go sit in the corner while I finish with Sophie's review. When I'm done with this chapter, I'll give you a cookie. How does that sound? *Charlie thinks this over, ultimately deciding it was worth it and nods* Alrighty then. *Charlie scurries away* Okies, now where was I? Oh yes...Your review, dear Sophie. Lol, yes. The maids all live together. It provides much convinience! ^_^ You'll just have to find out if they tell, now wont'cha?
Sophie, #4 of 4- I know, I can hardly believe I hit 30 chapters too...o.O...Aw, your story isn't piddly and insignificant! In fact, it's so un-piddle and UN-unsignificant (Which would be just plain significant, but I wanna be special!) that I've been waiting all this time for a new update! I can hardly wait! I'm in suspense as well! Lol. ooh, yum. Cheese sandwiches are good. ^_^ Thank you for sharing that. Yes, because all people in my story must be idiots to make the cut. I worked VERY hard to make people stupid enough for their roles! A couple of good, intelligent cops tried out for the part, but I sacked them. Not evil enough. My cast must be perfect. ^_^ And as for not have an adjective evil enough for George? Made me laugh. ^_^ Lol...it seems he's staying in character. Hehe, yes. He was reading a magazine. What a little twit. *Charlie looks up, thinking Chelsea is talking abotu him, and pouts* No, no, Charlie darling. I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about your dad. *Charlie 'meeps' and runs away, hiding under the couch* Aw, the poor little dear...tisk tisk...*George makes scary sounds from his place in the OTHER corner, though he is rightfully restrained in a straightjacket and gagged with a dirty sock until I'm ready to write the story, all for the protection of Charlie-dearest* George! Hush, you! Stop making scary noises at Charlie! He's traumatized enough already! No, no I don't want to hear your excuses! Hush up! Don't make me send all the reviewers after you while you're all tied up...you've read all the things they want to do in order to kill you. *George abruptly shuts up* Good. Much better. Charlie, you can come back out now. *Charlie crawls out and runs off to the corner to eat another cookie* Poor thing. So abused. Anyway. Lol, heeheehee...I have to admit, Charlie waving pompoms would be pretty entertaining...*snicker*...*Charlie gives Chelsea a suspicious look saying 'You wouldn't dare...'* Heehee...it's a very tempting idea...*grins evilly to self, thinking of which story to carry this out in* Heeheehee...I'll have to think it over. Hehe, yeah, seeing yourself on TV 'missing' would be pretty surreal. Yes! Alas, Charlie did someting right! Whee for Charlie! I give him little breaks every now and then. *hangs head in shame* I am sorry for the negative influence I have bestowed upon you...lol...And I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. *cough* Lol. And again, it's nice to have you back!
CF28- Thanks for the feedback! I'm glad you like the story! ^_~
Disclaimer- Chelsea. No. Own. Mighty. Ducks.
-Chapter 31-
After answering many questions, Charlie was riding shotgun on a car ride home. April, Karen, Alyssa, and Agatha had been released with apologies once everything was cleared up.
He stared out the window, wishing he could rewind back to when he was still at Jesse's. What had he been thinking, though? Thinking he could get away from his father...he would never get away at this rate...
The car ride was silent.
It wasn't long before the two Conway men arrived back at the house.
As George unlocked the front door of the house, Charlie let out a bitter chuckle.
"Home sweet home." He whispered sardonically to himself as he followed his father in.
He slung his backpack onto the floor and looked at his father, wondering when the sure-fire onslaught would begin.
George gently closed the front door, turning his attention to his son. "I see you're back. Where have you been all this time?" George asked stepping closer. His voice was like the calm before the storm.
"Nowhere." Charlie said simply, knowing better then to walk off during a conversation with his father.
"Really? Because I was WORRIED." He said in a low voice, his voice sending chills down Charlie's spine as he drew closer.
"I'm sure you were." Charlie said, standing his ground. He wouldn't run away. All he had to do was keep his father's temper even, and he was out of this unscathed.
"Oh, trust me I was. I was beginning to wonder what you were doing...being gone all that time. Where would a little boy stay in a city full of strangers, hm? A lost, CONFUSED little BOY should be kept under close watch. We wouldn't want this CONFUSED little BOY to let something SLIP, would we?" the man asked, his eyes piercing into Charlie's soul. He had yet to raise his voice, yet he spoke with forced authority.
Charlie was chewing on the inside of his lower lip as he struggled to keep his feet planted. He wouldn't let the man win this one. Charlie had to hold his ground; wait it out.
"WOULD we?" George hissed, his eyes darkening.
"No," Charlie said, tightening his jaw. "we wouldn't."
George was now only inches from Charlie's face. He grabbed the boy by his uninjured arm and clenched in roughly. "That's why this little BOY shouldn't run off."
"Well maybe this BOY wouldn't have HAD to run off if his FATHER wasn't such an arrogant jerk." Charlie said spitefully, unable to hold it in.
"Maybe if this BOY would have LISTENED to his FATHER, his FATHER wouldn't have to DISCIPLINE him so often." George said as he jerked Charlie to the side by the arm.
Charlie returned the hateful glare as the two stood there in defiance. Charlie jerked his arm away and George slapped him.
A cocky smirk found its way to George's face as he twisted Charlie's arm behind his back and slammed the boy roughly into the wall, holding him in place. A yelp escaped from Charlie's lips before he could stop himself.
"But this boy will never tell...this boy knows the consequences if he were to tell. He's too afraid because he knows his chances of survival will drop drastically after telling. He knows he'll lose. There's no way he can win, because he is nothing. Just an arrogant, melodramatic little brat who will never make anything of his life. He is a boy who managed to bring pain and suffering to everyone without even trying. This boy...is a failure. He always will be. That is why this boy will never tell." George whispered into Charlie's ear, his hot breath burning on Charlie's neck, taunting him. Daring him to retaliate.
The words stung. Charlie's jaw tightened and he closed his eyes to try and block out his father's words. But every word dropped to Charlie's very core, echoing in his mind.
George eased his grip on Charlie before letting go completely. "You just keep that in mind." He said quietly before walking into the kitchen to enjoy some coffee.
Charlie was still shaking long after his father had departed. He tried to swallow, telling himself he had gotten off easy that time. But for some reason that had stung far more than any beating his father had ever done. Because he was right. Charlie knew he was right.
Charlie's lip was quivering slightly, but he bit it and clenched his eyes shut. He knew he wouldn't tell. Sure, he had told Jesse. But only on the condition that Jesse wouldn't do anything about it. Charlie knew that he was too afraid. Too weak to face up to the consequences. He was LETTING it happen...He deserved it...
Taking another deep breath to try and calm himself, Charlie opened his eyes and walked slowly to the stairs. He held in the tears as always, absolutely refusing to give in. He had to be strong about this, or he would never make it. He had to keep what little control he had in order to survive. It was a battle of wits now. The outcome lay in the balance of who would break first.
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Weeks had passed and hockey season had come to an end. Charlie had not been allowed to participate in the finals games due to his broken arm. He had of course been upset, but relieved in another sense. He didn't want to put up with any locker room questioning.
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Jesse's hand lingered over the phone hesitantly. He had given Charlie several weeks to prove himself. However, over the course of those weeks, Charlie's bruises had yet to recover significantly. He could even point out a few new ones. Not to mention his enthusiasm had been seriously lacking. Jesse had nearly had to drag Charlie to Terry's game the other day. Jesse was extremely worried for his friend.
He knew this would be breaking Charlie's trust, but he had to do it. His concern for Charlie was just too much. Standing by and watching his best friend suffer was just not something he was willing to do.
The teenager picked up the wrinkled piece of paper he had found after Charlie left. It had a number and a name by it. A number and name Jesse was finding very useful at the given moment.
He looked around to make sure no one was watching him. He couldn't have anyone listening in on his conversation.
After making sure he was completely alone, he dialed in the number and held the phone tentatively to his ear. For good measure, he brought the phone into his room and closed the door.
"Hello? Coach Bombay? It's Jesse. Look, there's something I have to tell you. It's important..."
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The next day, Charlie was sitting in his third period class, staring off into space. He felt sick to his stomach and didn't feel like moving. His dad had done a thorough job this morning. He could barely lift his head off the desk. The man had stopped hitting him in the face as much because the suspicions were beginning to rise.
To add onto to his list, his heart had been pillaged and stomped on when he found out Halley, who he had almost thought was a decent person, was playing her own game of tonsil-hockey with Evan in the middle of the hallway. He assumed that was what he got for allowing himself to trust her. He should have seen she wasn't serious...
The droning of his teacher's voice began lulling him into a deep sleep...
Suddenly he was snapped out of his trance when the door slammed open. Charlie's head snapped up to attention as two men walked through the entrance.
Charlie rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. Once he could comprehend the surrounding world, he realized he was being stared at.
"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
His teacher gave him a sympathetic look. "Come on down here, son. We need to talk to you." one of the men said.
Charlie heard snickers and "Ooooh"'s, as well as a few scattered "Uh-muh- muh-muh-muhhhhhmmmm"'s.
He got up and ignored his classmates. He couldn't help but wonder what he had done THIS time...
The teacher patted him lightly on the shoulder as he was led out of the room. Charlie was extremely confused, but kept his questions quiet until they were out in the hall.
Once the door was closed safely behind him, Charlie turned to the two men. "What's going on?" he asked.
"We got a report that there was a possibility there might be something you wanted to tell us." One said.
"Tell you? I don't even KNOW you." Charlie said in confusion.
The two men exchanged looks and sighed. They had a feeling this one might be difficult.
"We got a call from several people. They said you've been struggling with your concentration and are abnormally pale. They claim mysterious bruises and cuts appeared and have yet to disappear. Charlie, would you care to explain?" one man said gently, laying his briefcase on the ground.
Charlie shifted into a panic. He had to protect himself at any cost. "I-I don't know what y-you're talking about." He said, knowing his voice was shaking. He refused to admit it.
The two men exchanged looks again. "Charlie, we're here to help you. You can tell us the truth." The taller one said softly to Charlie. "We aren't here to hurt you."
Charlie looked between them, still completely untrusting. What if his father had sent them to see if he would tell? Yes, that's it...his father must be testing him. Testing to see if he would rat his father out. Looking for a reason to be angry... He wouldn't tell for ANYTHING.
He couldn't help but feel relieved at figuring this 'test' out; he was going to win this. He had too.
"I seriously have no idea what you're talking about." Charlie said, just as he always did. He clammed up and receded into his little shell. He wouldn't let anyone hurt him anymore. He would remain in control at all costs. Self- preservation over everything else.
The shorter one let out a sigh and wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. The two men exchanged yet another look before turning to the boy's stiff frame.
"Charlie, talk to us. We need to know. Let us see some of the bruises; anything. Explain your cut TRUTHFULLY! Charlie, this is very important." The man said seriously, looking into Charlie's eyes.
Charlie tightened his jaw. No, they weren't trying to help him. Don't listen. They're the enemy. They were just working for his father to test and see if he would ever tell. If he told, his father would beat him again. Charlie had to outsmart his father if he was going to win...
He WOULD win at any cost...
"I don't know why you insist anything is wrong. NOTHING...is wrong." Charlie said defiantly, adverting his eyes. He couldn't take any chances.
"Charlie. We won't let him hurt you anymore. You're safe now. I know you're afraid, but we won't let anything happen to you." a woman said as she walked up behind the two men.
Charlie tensed up even more, sending confused glances between all three. What kind of bizarre test was this?
"We here to protect you Charlie, and I assure you that your father will never lay a hand on you again. Trust us; we're on your side. You are going to have to cooperate with us, though. Jack and Dominique are going to take you to our office while I call up some people. And again, don't be afraid. We are going to take care of you." the lady said, placing a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.
Charlie stiffened and looked away again. What was going on? This sure was a complex test...
"But...what about school?" Charlie asked in a small voice that didn't even recognize as his own. His voice had changed a lot. He no longer spoke with an authoritative tone, and he hated himself for it. Listening to himself speak, he thought of how defeated he sounded. But he wasn't defeated. Not yet. He had to stay in control...
"Don't worry; all your teachers are aware of the situation. You won't be counted unexcused. But you shouldn't worry about that." She said, giving him a warm smile.
Charlie bit his lip and crossed his arms nervously. What did his father expect him to do? Was he supposed to go with them or try and run? This was so confusing.
Unable to decide and mentally exhausted, Charlie allowed himself to be led to the car. He sat in the back seat, clutching onto his backpack as if it were his only lifeline.
He stared out the window and watched birds fly in the sky. This was some sick little test his father was pulling. Maybe he knew that Charlie wouldn't tell...maybe this was just to prove to Charlie that he would never tell...just like his father had said...
Charlie shook his head and leaned against the window, clenching his eyes as tight as he could. He needed to stop thinking so much. As he clutched his backpack, he dug his face into the hunter green bag.
The two men in the front seat gave each other worried glances as they watched him. They turned back to the front and saw the lady give them a thumbs-up from her car. They nodded and started the ignition.
Charlie went back to staring out the window. They were moving now. He fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. CRYING at the people wouldn't help his protesting much. He let out a shaky breath and watched the buildings pass with glassy eyes.
This was one exhausting test...
