Everything was fine and dandy until I was called into a committee and the president is sitting in the middle of the entire committee, fuck.
"Charles Conrad Mangus."
I refuse to speak up when I am terrified and my pulse is beating fast, my sweaty palms wiping on my jeans. Oh fuck. They are whispering among themselves and looking at my files then asked me where I was in the specific day when I was fucking a teacher, "I was in the office with the professor about my grade, what is this about?"
They didn't answer my question and continuing asking me questions, who told them about my private moments with others including professor. What's the fuck?! "I wasn't fucking harassing her! She come onto me!"
"Silent!" President shushes me. She has a strange grudge against me, so what does she have against me. She gave me list of violations against the university. I never did any those things. I obeyed every rule in the dorm and I didn't destroy any property on campus. What's the fuck?! She kicked me out! I stormed out of the room and search for my friends.
I saw my bro walking down the hall to the next class, "you!"
He tilted his head towards me with his puzzled face and his eyebrows crossed, "what's up bro?"
The first thing I did was slam into his face with my fist, "what's up bro was I got kicked out! Why the fuck did tell anyone about my fucking business!" He started defending himself against me and decided to hit me back then pushed me back with my blooded face and lip, but I didn't care. He was confused about what happened and panting, "what?"
"I got kicked out!"
"I didn't tell anyone shit, man."
I don't know what to believe because I only told two people about what happened with professor but the other already graduated so it's only him. It seems like he's telling the truth and he stood up from the ground, "she told them."
"Who did?" this the first I heard about her, the first young girl.
"She told them you … raped her."
"You didn't warn me or give me heads up?!" I started kick him in the legs to make him fall and hitting him hard in the face until he bleeds while he held up his arms to protect himself while three big guys were trying to pull me away.
"Okay. Okay," I put my arms up when they warn me to walk away before I make it worse. He didn't say anything but stayed down on the floor. I gathered my things from my dorm room and dumped them in the back of my yellow beetle and drove over to the sheriff's office. I handed in my application, and he asked me about my face, but I didn't give him an answer, "I need a job, Sheriff." He nodded in understanding and will look over my application then give me call, so I thanked them.
Why did I mess everything up? Why couldn't I keep my legs closed? Just focus education and graduate, but no, all the women were coming onto me, and I let them. Partly it was my fault, I admit, and I did force a little to her, but she told me she would keep it to herself. That doesn't make fucking sense. I don't know why but every time I think of her, it calms me down. I avoided her ever since I talked to her that night, drinking the best apple cider. She must've made it from the scratch because it was delicious. I asked her if she loved my son, I suppose, before I left, Henry, I mean. I believed her when she said yes, and there wasn't any lie in her voice.
I touched the sore on my face, and groaned when I looked into the mirror then grabbed the small dirty cloth to wipe my blooded face, but it made it worse because it wasn't wet. I thought of my boy, I shouldn't get mad at him. He didn't do anything, in fact. Fuck. I mess everything I touch, ever since I woke up in the hospital. My adoptive parents should have ship me to military school instead. I wish someone would just bust me and put me into prison for life. Things would be simpler if I was in prison.
I fell asleep in the car for hours and woke up disorientated until I realize it's Graham walking back to the Sheriff's office, and it seems like he's walking from Town Hall. I looked at the clock in my car and it isn't that too late, but I thought Mayor always closes after 3PM because of Henry. Did he wait until I wasn't pay attention?
I straighten my desk before opening the door. He yelled behind the door, "open the fucking door!" I gave him a moment to calm down before opening the door to let him in. He stopped banging on the door, and I am not surprised at all. It's like I know him as a book, read him so well and knows his moves.
The first thought is her face, my Emma's face with a wish to see her, "Em …" I swallowed my throat when he walks in, "Mangus, what happened?" I immediately grab a soft cloth and wet it when he replied, "he's stupid shithole."
I urge him to sit on the couch near the fire, "sit please." He doesn't want to, and he asked, "what's the fuck he ...," I interrupted him, "sit, young man." He forces himself to sit and I cleaned his face, his bloody face. It felt like it brings back to those days in Enchanted Forest, always got herself into mess and fit fights with the guards, well pretty much everyone who gets in her way. Emma, are you in there, please tell me you're him or in him while cleaning his face, almost like new. He barely whispered, "thank you," in the same voice I remembered like Emmett's.
I see he calms down, but his shirt is a mess, "do you have a clean shirt?"
"Oh, shit," he looks down and didn't realize the blood has dripped down, "my clothes … umm, I do not, actually." I never really wash my clothes unless I am absolutely required. I would pile up my clothes until I have no clothes left then wear few again to hold the laundry off. I was surprised when she gave me a clean shirt with a smile.
I have decided to keep extra set of clothes ever since Emmett arrived, and I knew he'll be here one day in a mess. I pointed the bathroom down the hall when I gave him clean pair of shirt, pants and socks, "you may change."
I went back behind my desk and consider what to do because I cannot let Graham hire him, at least not yet since Graham is Cora's eyes and ears. I looked his application again and threw it away. He looks better, more mature in those clothes. Black pants and white shirt, "you look better, Mangus."
"Thank you, Mayor Mills, did you leave clothes for someone?"
Other than you, "no, you would not believe who comes in here."
"Mayor Mills, I really need a job. Did Sheriff Graham come in here … did he … oh fuck."
He seems nervous at the moment, but then I remembered David, "I hear David is looking for a roommate. He'll let you in and he's searching to hire someone to work with him at the pet shelter. I urge you to stay for few weeks, that's all I ask."
"I don't know. How can you be sure he'll want to be roommates with me?"
It's more of a feeling and knowing David is the father of Emma. I know they want to spend time together and I found Snow White. She's in coma and I know that Henry would try to convince Magnus to talk to David about the woman in coma. "He has been inquiring a roommate for his loft. He has been behind in his lease, and I know he would have a room for you as well." I gave him his number and the address to his loft, "you can see him in the morning at Storybrooke Pet Shelter."
He took the card from me, "why are you helping me?"
"Part of my job, Magnus. I will sort with the president to allow you to return to university as soon as next year. If you aren't able to reapply next year, then come and see me."
His eyes widen at the news, "I can go back to university? I thought President Mills kicked me out?"
"You did violate the university policy, but I assure you that you are not ban from Storybrooke University. As for the time being, you are suspended from the university; although, it is only temporary, and I will take care of it."
"Thank you, Mayor Mills."
David hired me on the spot in the following morning and agreed to be roommates. It was just like that, and I wonder why. I did ask him why he trust me and hires me so quickly. His only reply, "it's a feeling like as if I have known you before."
I never met him or even recognize him before today and yet he has a feeling he can trust me. I didn't reply to that but thanked him anyways and told me I can start Monday, so that is in four days. That would give me time to figure out how to find laundry and shop, I suppose. The truth is, I hate laundry, doing laundry. I don't get the point of doing laundry. I usually just buy new clothes and it piles up even more.
I wore Regina's clothes that she gave me instead and walked into the diner, I do not care, but those pants and white shirt are pretty nice, feels expensive. I ordered breakfast of eggs and bacons then someone gave me an apple cider when a waitress gave it to me, "I didn't order this."
"I know you have a secret admirer."
I looked around the bar and there wasn't much in here then turned back to the waitress, "who?"
The young waitress, long black hair pointing at the mid table, "a young admirer," and guess who popped up? No other than Henry when he popped up from the chair, "aren't you supposed to be in school?"
"Duh, walk me," Henry happily stood up from the diner table and urges Magnus to follow him to the bus stop.
"What do you think of Operation Cobra?"
"Operation Cobra?" eating his bear claw and drinking coffee.
"To break the curse."
"Everyone is a fairy character? And what about you?"
"I am a boy, but yes every person here is a fairy tale character."
"The waitress is a wolf," trying to prove that everyone is a character.
"And they have no memories?"
"No, none."
"What about your mom?"
He shrugged, "she's, my mom. She's all right, I guess."
We stopped at the front of the bus, and he beams at me right before he got into the bus, "I'm glad you stayed, Charlie."
