Love Notes

Chapter 24-Charlie



As soon as we arrive at my house, Maverick leans over, “Thank you for tonight and for agreeing to go to homecoming with me.” My only response, is to kiss him on the mouth really quick and open the door. When I turn to close it, I smile and wave good night.

I know I was abrupt. But sitting in the driveway of my parents house with him, is really not a good idea. Hoping, I don’t disturb anyone and can get into the house as quietly as possible, is all I can pray for.

I open the door and slide in. Turn around to close it and praying it doesn’t click loudly when it’s shut.

“Where the hell have you been?” My dad yells from behind me.

I turn around, completely startled, “I told mom I was going to the football game and that Maverick would be bringing me home.”

I shut and lock the door, not having to worry about the noise anymore. Clearly. I walk into the house completely, walk into the light and see him standing there sneering.

“Why does your hair look like you’ve been doing more than watching a game?”

“Shit!” is all that runs through my brain.

“Charlie, what? Are you whoring yourself out now, to the first boy that pays you any attention? Just wait. You give it to him and guess what’s going to happen? He’s going to leave your stupid, fat ass and dump you. You’ll be the laughing stock at your school. This is rich. What I can’t understand, is why in the hell, he would want to be with you? This baffles me. Unless, he sees you as an easy screw?”

I quietly respond with, “It’s not like that.” my voice trembles. It’s never good to ever respond, when he’s on a rampage. I’m so stupid. I should have kept my mouth shut and just took it, like I always do.

“What did you just say? It’s not like that? Is that what you really believe? If you truly believe that, then you are in for a major eye opener. Mark my words. He’s going to use you and spit you out. And you will only have yourself to blame. Just like your damn mother.”

“I’m sorry?” I ask, with shaky breath, not sure I heard the last part.

He must’ve not wanted to repeat the last part, because he acts like he doesn’t hear me. “Get out of my face and get you’re fat ass to bed. Slut.” I refuse to let him see me cry and give him the satisfaction.

I walk quickly to my room, without running and shut and lock my door. Tears begin to fall and I fall asleep with two words being replayed in my mind over and over.





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