This Chapter is going to get a bit messy. So just be aware of the actions.

"No. Your going to listen to me and we're going to finish this."

"Cedric, you're hurting me really bad and you won't like me when I get really pissed-"

"I don't give a fuck!"

"Now you're pushing it,"

"I don't care! You're the one that can't seem to stay still. Nothing to you is real! You can't take one thing serious."

"And you can't seem to be relaxed either." telling him in a calm tone, not looking at him.

"I AM RELAXED!"

"No your not." closing her eyes.

"This is life! Get real! It's time you start acting like mature person, you're ridiculous acting like a child. How do expect to make it into this world if you're going take everything as a joke. Even with your duty's. Everyone has a duty in this world, you have a duty. Do you know what your duty is?" asking her, Charlie couldn't look at him, grabbing her chin, "Do you know what it is?" facing her face towards him. Charlie opened her eyes and looked at him, silent for a while, she was now free from Cedrics grip.

"Tell me Cedric, how did your father treat you?" grabbing his hand and moving it away from her chin, taken aback by her question, quickly he said, "My father treated my just fine!" Charlie knew he was lying, "No, he didn't." shaking her head at him. "Why do you care?" firing back at her, "I know you would hate it if I were to say this but," telling him in a quiet tone, making him more angry, "What?" asking her, "You probably sound right now like your father." she told him.

Cautiously walking away from him, she moved to the closest pillar, leaning on it. Cedric watched her with angry eyes, something triggered in him. If there was one thing that Cedric didn't like, it was him being compared to his father. He would never agree that he acted like his father from time to time, it was something he would only deny. However, to have someone say something like this to him, this seem to have pushed the boundaries. Anger was rising in him, trying hard to contain it, bottling up like he always did. Trying hard not to let it out by not looking at her, but something in him couldn't stop him from staring. Her beauty, made him want to take out his anger. To get the better piece of him that he always bottled up. Her false innocence made her look like an angel, that made him envy. Closing her eyes and resting her body on the pillar, made him even more angry.

Restrain himself by closing his eyes, with his clentched fist, his body wasn't giving into relaxation. Opening his eyes again, he saw her again. Then he slipped away from his control, charging towards her, while she had her eyes closed. Growling at her, she screamed when he hit the pillar, by the side of her stomach. Having the strangest urge to want to touch her whole body, coming closer and closer to her that she could feel his heat. Breathing in hard and exhaling out like a bull, she tried not to cry, when he grabbed her face and put it close to hers. Feeling his lips almost by her own. "I'm not like my father. I refuse," moving closer to her face, making her close her eyes and shifting her face to the side in horror, "To be like him. Don't you ever say that!" shaking her shoulders, making her jolt but still keeping a strong stance. "NEVER SAY THAT TO ME!" he yelled at her, holding her face again and staring at her eyes. His eyes were vicious, with a fire inside that she had never seen before. Moving her face away from him, she quickly pulled herself together.

"Look at you Cedric! Take a good look at you, is this how you really are?" her voice quivered, "Is this really Cedric? Or is it someone else?" still not looking at him. Grabbing her arms, he closed in on her, "Stop with the questions and tell me what you have to say!" growling at her, but she sniggered at him, "Look at you Cedric. You're free!" she told him. Charlie now pushed him away, "You're free from what think you are. You're free from what you think you have to be." she told him, "From your control." telling him. Cedric took this in, his face turned into a calmer face, "How does it feel?" she told him.

Fixing herself up, "I bet you feel a lot better now, that you've got that off your shoulders. Isn't that right?" she told him, then with a swift move she punched him right in the stomach. "Tell me, how does that feel?" she growled at him, while Cedric kneeled to the floor in pain, "Don't ever speak to me again," she told him as she examined her wrist, realizing that there were red. "You've hurt me for the last time. You don't how much I had to tell you. I wanted to tell you everything but I can see that it's all bullshit now." she was now on the verge of crying, "Don't talk to me. EVER!" screaming at him and running out of the room.

Leaving him in the room, clutching his stomach in pain. Feeling like he had never felt before, as if he released a big part of him, a weight off his shoulder; with pain in the process. Looking at his hand and realizing what he had done to Charlie, he felt like he deserved it. 'What did I do? What have I done to her? I can't believe I did that.' thinking to himself, 'Something came over me, something in me that triggered me to do that. Charlie knew it! She knew it. Little miss fucking perfect, she knew exactly why I was feeling this way. I'm not like my father. I am not-' he then realized what he was doing, he was acting like his father. Remembering now how his father was to him, he was always hard on him, telling him to stop acting up and act like a man. Those words always ran in his mind, like a disease that he couldn't cure.

'Serves your right for your barbaric attitude,'

The words echoing through is head.

'Forget your dutys! Forget your everyday routine and try something new.'

Shaking his head, desperately trying to forget her words.

'You're free from what think you are. You're free from what you think you have to be.'

"I was free. I can't remember that feeling anymore."

'Take a good look at you, is this how you really are?'

"I don't know what I am! I don't know if this is really me."

'I'm not like my father.'

Remembering her face when he held her violently, making him even more sick.

'NEVER SAY THAT TO ME!'

Cedric couldn't take it anymore, standing up he turned around to leave but, someone was in front of him. "Cedric!" Professor Stark had a concern look in his face, "What do you want?" he told him, "I know what happened." Professor Stark helped him up, "Then why didn't you do something about it?" he pushed him away in anger. "I hurted her and you didn't do anything about it? You didn't stop me!" yelling at him, "I wanted to, but-" Professor Stark tried to reason with him, "But what? You just wanted us to settle the score, for your own notes!" walking away, but Professor Stark stopped him, "NO. That wasn't it! I came in when you were already holding her, I thought you were snogging over there, but then I realized that it was something else." telling him the truth. Cedric didn't look convinced, "So when did you plan on ending this? Until I ended up choking her?" yelling at him now, "You were both finished by the time I wanted to stop the madness." handing him a cup of blue liquid, "What the hell is this?" Cedric asked him, "It's a drink to calm you down." sitting down opposite of him.

Professor Stark rubbed his face in frustration, trying to think how he can help him, taking a drink of the blue liquid too. Slouching on his chair, he waited for some kind of sign. "Do you think she's going to tell anyone about this?" Cedric finally said, Professor Stark now was in rut. How can he help him, when Cedric put himself in that position? "I don't know Cedric. I just don't know. Chances are that she might, but I highly doubt it because she punched you. So it would be like tit for tat." telling him in a low voice, "Either way we loose?" Cedric was now concerned, "Yes and no. Because she is a girl, that she would have a better chance of pressing charges." making it seem rather worse for Cedric, "However, I think that she is not going to say anything." he quickly said.
"How do you know she's not going to say anything?"

"Well, from what I could see was that she could of just avoided puching you . . . But,"

"But what?"

"She did because she has the mental idea of revenge. My guess is that she had her revenge by punching you and wouding you. Making it feel rather even, in her state of mind." he paused for a bit, "Look Cedric I'm not as good as I used to be, but I can tell you this. Due to her being a girl, she would of screamed for help or yelled, making the situation worse. However, she didn't . . . did she?"

"No. She just-" remembering the look on her face and her body next to his, "She just stood still. Like she was afraid but, didn't make a sound." he told her.

"Causing her to be a very private person, reserved and silence about things like that. My guess that the punch wasn't light, it was hard wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it hurt like hell. Never been punched like that before."

"She must have brothers who have taught her, though I'm not sure. She's tough and I don't think she would say anything. I can't prove to you that she won't say anything, this is just my analyses." thinking hard, but fell into silence. It wasn't enough to help him if he didn't know what the situation was about, "What were you exactly fighting for?" asking him. Cedric looked away and closed his eyes, he knew exactly what they were fighting about, however, he didn't want to tell him. Scoffing and keeping silent, he stood up. Suddenly he felt new and strange, as if Charlie had broken a part of him. Professor Stark could tell how he was feeling, "Do you like the feeling?" he asked him. Cedric looked around, trying to figure out what happened to him, "I don't know. It's really . . ." analyzing himself, he was feeling a bit dizzy. "I can tell you mate, that it's not the drink." Professor Stark took the cup away from him, "It's something that you had to find out on your own." going to him and patting his back, "Does it feel good?" he asked him. Cedric gave a smile, "Yeah. In a strange sort of way, it feels pretty good." leaning now on the desk.

"You know that the way you acted wasn't good. You take out your anger on anyone like that again, it could cost you dearly." Professor Stark, who was now scolding him, "I bet you that this was the first time you've reacted like this. I don't know if I want to ask you if you like it. However, if there was a problem like this again, you are going to need help. You need to learn how to calm yourself down in a situation like that. The reason you reacted the way you did, was because you bottled it up. You held it inside for far too long, that you released it in dangerous way." educating him on his anger " The scare thing is she understood you and read you like a book, when you were getting angry at her. Which is quite scary. Women are very smart, they know how to read men." he told him.

"She's not a women! She's an wild amazon women." he corrected him with humor.

"She maybe what you call 'wild amazon women,' but I can tell you this much, she's not your average girl. I don't know if I have met a person quite like her." now feeling a bit better about the situation, "If you need someone to talk to, you can always find me here." assuring him, "Though I'm not an expert on women, I can tell you what I know so far."

Until then toodles!