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IV: Dynamics & Fissure.

Her parents knew nothing of her stay with Jonathan Good within her home. They held not a clue for seemingly enough the cleaning lady kept her mouth shut due to the fact that a handsome, rugged young man actually gives her something her husband can't - an orgasm. Charlotte herself never dared say anything because she knew her parents. She knew she would be penalized for it - to the best of their capabilities they would so something for the sake of punishing her. Charlotte didn't want to let go of the stray dog. She wanted to keep him with her always - selfishly for the sake of comfort and the shrill of danger that comes with his company.

Jonathan on the other hand himself didn't want to go. But he knew his time was ticking for he remembered her words last night before the two went to their individual rooms. My folks should be coming home sometime this week. By Friday morning. It's Thursday afternoon and finally Jonathan showed his face in the end of February to school. Of course rumours without any hesitation began to fly about but he paid no mind. Charlotte never listened to what others had to say regardless before knowing him or not. Hayden, whom of course professionally ended up skipping class wasn't missed as Charlotte glanced up to Jon whom only tapped his index finger on the table.

Rothstein would bitterly eye the male and Jon would only chuckle as he glanced to his direction. "Hello to you too asshole." The class chuckled causing Rothstein's face to redden all the more - from fury of course. Charlotte nodded her head, understanding the gesture as him asking if he could sit next to her.

Classmates within the room eyed with curiosity - some wished to say something for they felt as though some sort of order was being disrupted. The image of Charlotte and Jon didn't exactly appear as something normal. It was fissuring the exact notion of normalcy. Charlotte didn't dare even look at anyone of their rather revolting expressions. Charlotte instead as she jotted down the notes on the board glanced towards Jon who only flashed her that grin he gives everytime she makes or brings him any food.

"Its good to have you back in class Jon."

"I hope you didn't miss me Princess." Charlotte sucked her teeth, she hated the nickname, but dealt with it. He had a certain way of saying that kind of trembled her insides. She hated and loved the feeling of the word and how his soundwaves touched her soul that was always in movement.

Charlotte during class found herself glancing often at his rather large hands. How his long fingers tapped onto the edge of the wooden desk, and how his hands would then go from the table to his neck and through his auburn coloured tresses. He never failed playing with his tongue either, she noticed he'll lick his lips and bite down on his tongue as well.

She also noticed he managed to keep his boots clean regardless of him leaving much earlier than he did. Charlotte doodled vines all over the margin of her notebook as she only sighed. Hayden was certainly probably fucking someone - and a part of her was growing out of the numb and into a state of weariness. She's tired of the madness.

The emptiness and the lack of excitement within her life. Rothstein would only clear his throat as for a second Jon looked up from his notebook to hers, and from her doodles to her eyes that gleamed with sorrows. He wanted to touch her hair, tuck it behind her ears, let her rest her head on his shoulders (as she always did anytime they studied together because she was a horrible study-partner). A part of Jon wanted to do something about her pains - like she tended to his physical scars.

The two cleared their throats as well as Charlotte gave him a small smile before going back to her doodles and him to his daydreams of her cooking and the gym.

After class Charlotte found herself picking up her pace as she was trying her best to avoid being caught by Hayden. She wanted to go to the bus stop, not get into his rather disgusting car that reeked of nothing but vice and shame. She wanted nothing to do with him. Thursday - today was the last day she could probably spend with Jon until her parents leave her home again. A part of her now didn't even want to see her parents, other times she would due to the consequences of loneliness.

She glanced to the side; to the parking lot where she noticed the crappy rustic red coloured Subaru outback that she knew belonged to Jon. A part of her loved the rust of his car - she never really noted the fact his car although its always deemed a piece of shit amongst others - how authentic it is compared to everything else she sees within the vicinity. Nobody wanted to invest in old cars , Charlotte herself has a Benz at home she could use but she never did.

All white, cream leather interior. It didn't call for her attention. Regardless how appealing it is. Instead, Charlotte always did what her parents didn't want her to do - take public transportation. It kept her on the human basic level. She felt as she belonged more to a struggling world than the silver-spoon fed one. Since her development of understanding - she never truly identified with what was going on. With the way of life she was birthed into.

The only thing she ever appreciated was the fact that she could go watch WWF whenever she wanted to live due to the fact her family even has ties to the owners of the corperation - Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Hell, she's even had ties with his sons and daughters and they aren't exactly figures she really liked talking to (regardless of age difference).

From the window of the rustic ride she noticed a hand that dangled a cigarette between its fingers. It was him. She swallowed the knot in her throat as the temptation to go into his car and drive away with him was strong but she knew she couldn't act as though something was going on between the two - she didn't want to give the school more to talk about. She didn't want to danger Jon all the more.

As walking to the bus stop she found herself flinching as she heard a loud honk of the horn disrupt the peace she was trying to muster within herself. She whipped around only to spot that cherry red she hated so damn much. Hayden. He stuck his head out the window. "Baby! Where the hell do you think you're going?" She turned back and continued to walk away as Hayden only then slowly drove next to her.

"I asked you a question."

"I am going home Hayden. Where else do you think you're going?" Her remark - bitter.

"Why don't you hop in the car then? I'll drop you off and we can have some alone time. I heard your folks are coming back tomorrow morning. My old man wants to set up a dinner at my place."

Charlotte simply ignored causing Hayden to honk his horn once more. This time she swore she felt her ears bleed. "Hey! I am fucking talking to you Charlotte!" She sucked her teeth as she turned to kick the driver door of his car, making sure the silver tips of her ankle boots managed to scratch the paint. Hayden, infuriated would stop his car and snapped right out of it. Before Charlotte could begin to run - knowing damn well what was about to happen; she felt the harsh grip and fingernails through the layers of her clothing and jacket dig into her skin. She yelped as her body was jerked around as Hayden then held her by her shoulders.

"You cut your shit right now Charlotte and you're going to get in the fucking car, I am going to drop you off and you're going to fuck me like a good little girl that you know how to be." His spit only stained her face and she didn't dare look at him into those boring brown eyes as she only tried to pry herself away from his vicious grip.

She felt the air seep right out of her lungs, through her pores and her tongue dried by soot. However her budging proved to be in vain as she then found herself struggling to fight against going into the car. She then found herself in the backseat as then quickly Hayden plopped back into his driver seat and began to drive away. She was trying to kick the doors open as then with a free-hand she felt Hayden's rough hands collide right against her cheek. It didn't hurt, the pain was so familiar she only sobbed, as no tears dared to escape. She remained still, listless in the backseat as she watched the snow covered pine trees pass by as simple blurs from a photographic lens.

Jon at the parking lot only raged - his fists colliding against the steering wheel and dashboard as he never felt so useless in his life. He saw it all, he felt his body coil with rage. He could see the gleam of terror within her tarnished green oculars. How her blond locks were sprawled in a mess. He saw nothing but red, he heard nothing but the screech in his head. Through the glove department he began to search like mad for his only solution as he then found the container which maintained his 'self-perscribed' medication.

Jon only popped a pill and slid down into his seat. Unsure as to what to do. Relaxing himself for the sake of the oxycodone to wash over his nerves. He was looking forward to the dog house - to see her crack that smile she only did for him whenever she opened the door to greet him in. For them to talk shit about everyone else in the school because both are misanthropic creatures. He looked forward to many things today for after all he knew starting tomorrow he would no longer be able stay.

He wanted to make her something to eat, he wanted to comfort her like she did for him. He wanted to sow her wounds shut. He yelled as once more he thrashed within the car. He didn't know to care or not. Regardless of him trying to convince himself he didn't, he knew his conscious said otherwise.

Charlotte, battered and bruised at being kicked out of the cherry red nightmare that drove off in the night would only chuckle as all of her ached, including her soul. Her tongue massaged her chapped lips for the sake of moisture and with stagger she found herself in the loving embrace of her so called home. Her so called paradise.

She cleared her throat. "Jon? You're in here?" Her voice feeble as she headed to the kitchen and found what she least wanted to find. A note on the kitchen table and the set of keys.

Hey Charlie,

This is the end. Let it go back to what it was then, us as strangers. Okay? I thought it'll be easier without you being home and I am afraid its not. Listen here, you know where to find me if you need me. If you don't give a fuck about that social hierarchy you're trying to preserve for the sake of your parents. Fuck that, you're better than some silver-spoon kind of gal. It had to come to an end. It was good while it lasted. You provided me with a home more than the whore of my mother. Just like a wrestling ring.

-Jon

"Who are you calling out for eh sweety?" She turned around to see the last two people she thought she would see tonight, she didn't even get the time to shed the tears that are now causing her a headache due to the disruption of her mourning. Her mother and father, Isobella Noemie Rove and Alexander William Rove whom elongated their arms to her direction.

Charlotte glared at them - bitterly as she only crumpled the note and keys together in a tightened fist before she would suck her teeth. "Nobody." Thankfully to Hayden, the only thing on her face that was abnormal was her smeared make-up. The bruises were left around her torso and legs. So her parents or anyone else would note nothing.

Her mother, Isobella would only shake her head before she came and gave her a 'loving' embrace. "Sweetheart you're a mess. I hope you did not go to school like that." Charlotte said nothing, causing her father, Alexander only to suck his teeth before placing a hand on his wife's shoulder.

"I am glad to see you took care of yourself always. The cleaning lady also kept the house tidy as ever. How is my boy Hayden?" The question she dreaded. The name only causing the blood being pumped into her heart come to a halt. But she shook her head as she beamed her finest fakest of smiles.

"He's good. I was just with him before you guys got here. He dropped me off not so long ago." Both her parents smiled as then her mother began to head upstairs along with her father. Charlotte followed behind the two as all she wanted to do was lock herself into the room, uncrumple the note in her hands and put away the keys that brought the Stray Dog home and took him away.

And that was exactly what she did for her parents didn't turn back and looked at her, instead proceeded to talk about business as always. Her mother was an international loved model - like Naomi Campbell for the sake of comparison - and her father is name-brand fashion leader. And the question would then follow how someone like Charlotte ended up in a public highschool instead of a private one? Simple, she fought for that, regardless of their pleas or Haydens. Hayden in the end followed suit (for he was possessive even when they were simply friends).

Charlotte only slammed the door behind her as she stripped herself naked to the bone regardless of how cold her room felt at the moment. She made sure to lock the door as then she stared down at the note once more. Finally she began to let her tears flow freely as then they cascaded from her cheeks down to her bruised, filthy, naked flesh. "Charlie..." She chuckled, still crying as she pressed it close to her frame.

She's alone once more.

That night with the door locked she found herself staring blankly at the ceiling as she only placed the note in the bottom of her pillow. She didn't dare close her eyes. Even after bathing she felt the lowest she's ever felt in her life. She felt her heart blossom with hatred. The last thing she wanted was to feel hate. All the more for someone like Hayden who isn't worth a smudge of her sentiments. Not even an inch of it. She dreamt with Jon that night, a dream she couldn't quite make out. But she remembered his lips pressingly lightly against her forehead and her hair tucked behind her ear - she woke up with fever rushing over her body.

That night, Jon high out of his sense of mind didn't pay mind to the sound of his mother's moans and the grunts from the unknown man whom picked her off the streets. Headphones were on, music set ablazed as the cigarette dangled from the corner of his lips. He didn't want to close his eyes for he knew the moment he did he'll see those tarnished loving green eyes of the woman whom showed him home. His body at this point after the gym would ache and after being slammed into mats that barely cover concrete he would probably wince at any given movement - but Jon didn't care. He could only imagine her as she was - naked, crying, bruised, broken. He felt his insides shake at the thought alone.

He wished he could be outside of her doorway - reassuring her from distance with little touches. Tucking her beautiful hair behind her ears. Jon would suck his teeth at remembering how her little freckles made her face like that of sunshine. He sucked his teeth again as now he pictured her blushed pink lips and how he wondered what they felt like. What was their texture?

Jon felt broken himself, not being there for his owner - for the stray dog feels himself little by little going rabid. As he only closed his eyes and dreamed for once nightmares regarding her tears that he always figured felt like the rain. That clean rain. But crashed onto his mind like a fissure off the ground.