NOTE:- Some people may still find this disturbing. Though the rating of this story is K or K+ (can't remember which one I chose), some people may think this chapter should be in T or above. I have toned it down from the original draft as that could no way pass as a K. It is only this chapter that should not be a K. You have been warned!
Charlie Williams was born on November 23rd 1985 to a cold and rainy day in Manchester. For five years he was the centre of attention of his mother. She played with him all the time, was never nasty to him and was bringing him up to becoming a well respected gentleman. Dorothy, his mother could not get enough of him and he could fondly remember her tickling him and throwing him up into the air and catching him, which he loved even when he was too old for it.
He remembered the first time he watched The Wizard of Oz, and saw Judy Garland as Dorothy, he instantly thought of her, not only because they shared the name but he pictured them both as kind people who he would always love. He used to love watching Wizard of Oz over and over which would drive his father mad.
He couldn't remember much of his father when he was about five. Mainly because he always saw his mother, and she claimed he was always working. At the time he thought nothing of it, but years later he would realise that this was not the case.
When Charlie was about three his father was coming home late almost every night. He said later that he wasn't ready to be a parent, and that he couldn't handle a baby crying all night. He was seeing another woman the whole time. When the truth came out, there was a big argument, but Charlie was too young to understand. From then on, their relationship went downhill. Richard drank all night or went to see his new partner. Apparently she was very beautiful.
The love went out of the relationship and Dorothy cried herself to sleep every night. Charlie was seven when he had witnessed something a child should never witness.
Both his parents had too much to drink that evening, and Richard had come home late.
"Been with that beast from hell have you?" Dorothy shouted from the living room while watching T.V. Charlie was hiding on the top of the stairs in the dark and could hear everything. He hated it when his parents argued. Charlie could see his father stand perfectly still in the hallway for a moment, with his fists clenched so the whiteness of knuckles showed. He barged into the living room.
"How dare you call her that you little bitch? You don't even know Marianne." Richard shouted back at his wife.
"I don't think much of her as she steals husbands, the fat prostitute. How could anyone hit every branch of the ugly tree when they fell from it? How? SHE BLOODY MANAGED IT DIDN'T SHE?" Dorothy shouted back at her husband. She was almost in tears now. Charlie heard a small scream and some sobs.
"Say that again bitch and I will bash your brains out." Richard shouted. Charlie started walking down the stairs quietly. He stopped at a point where he could see into the living room. He could see his mother holding her eye. His father had hit her.
"How could you do this to me? How could you do this to your son?" Dorothy cried as the floodgates had now opened. She had been bottling this up for some time now.
"How? I hate you, I hate this life, I hate this house, I hate Charlie. Marianne understands me." Richard screamed back at her slipped his wedding finger from his hand and threw it at his wife. "Here's a little leaving present." He said and lay on top of his wife. She was screaming now and struggling. He sat on her so she was pinned and started ripping her clothes off.
She was still screaming as Charlie watched what his father had done. Being only seven years old, he had little concept of sex, but what he witnessed disgusted him.
He watched his father rape his mother, then witnessed him bash her brains out with the heaviest object he could find.
"You bitch. Rot in hell." He screamed at the lifeless form of his wife. Charlie let out a little sob, which his father had heard.
His father was moving towards the door and saw Charlie sitting on the stairs. Charlie ran back upstairs back into his bedroom and locked his door.
"Come back here you little piece of crap" He heard his father shout from the stairs which was getting closer and closer.
Charlie had to act fast. He had already made his decision. His mother was clearly either dead or within an inch of her life and he was not going to spend the rest of his life with his father. He opened his window as his father was breaking down the door.
He was grateful his house was old enough to have ivy climbing up the wall.
He looked back at his room one final time and tried to remember some good memories, but none came as his father had broken down the door. His face was full of rage.
"You're not going anywhere." His father said making his way towards Charlie. Charlie didn't hesitate and climbed down the ivy to freedom.
What he saw that day Charlie would never forget. No child should have to witness what he saw.
When he reached the bottom, he didn't hesitate to see what his father was doing. He ran for his life. He never saw his father again.
Richard Williams was jailed for life for the manslaughter of his wife.
Marianne had disappeared off the face of the Earth only to reappear years later under the name of Marie.