Don't Give Up On Me - Unedited

Chapter 15

I flop back on the couch and let the tears flow, having to say it aloud for the first time made it seem all the more real but surprisingly took a weight off my shoulders I didn't even know was there. Damn therapist was right the first time.

"No, no, I can't believe it!" He shouts covering his ears with his hands.

"Get out, for once and for all, please just let me have time alone, that's all I need right now."

I knew he wouldn't believe me. Bloods thicker than water. He's only known me, what a week and a bit? He's known Paul his whole life.

"Charley" he says quietly.

"Get out, get out, get out!" I run to him and slap and push and punch with all my might. Not eating or sleeping hasn't gave me the strength to move Hulk Hogan back a step. I eventually collapse on the floor from my second breakdown in less than 5 days.

"Please just go." The tears keep streaming down my face. I don't want him to see me like this, so weak, so vulnerable.

"No Charley! We are going to talk about this wether you like it or not. I'm going to help you through it." He says with determination.

"No one can help me through it! I just need time, ALONE!" I shout back.

"That's the last thing you need. Look at you Charley." He pulls me into the bathroom to face the mirror. I take a quick glance in the mirror, turn my head away and let my eyes take an interest at the floor. "You can't even bare to look at yourself. Look what he's done to you. You've lost so much weight already, your pale, the bags under your eyes show your lack of sleep, there's no life in you. I'll be damned if I let that bastard get away with this!"

"No! You can't! Did you not hear me! He threatened me Hunter, he actually threatened to kill me!"

"And you think I'm going to let him away with this? For fucks sake Charley I'm not going to stand back and let him do this" he gestures with a hand towards my body "do this to anyone! Especially you." With the sincere look in his eyes I can tell he means every word he has just spoke.

"So you believe me?" I ask timidly.

"Why would you think I wouldn't believe you?"

Personal experience perhaps? I say mentally.

"I just, I don't know. I just didn't expect anyone to believe me. There's alot you don't know me about Hunter. I'm private, I like to keep myself to myself. I don't answer to people because I like the control over my own life and people just don't get that." I look up into his eyes searching for anything to break the tense atmosphere that suddenly enveloped us. I'd give anything to know what he's thinking right now.

"Believe me Charley, I know, I really do know." I hear his quiet sigh. "Let me help you, please that's all I am asking for." He pleads.

"Just because your brother did this, doesn't mean you have to feel obligated to help." I reply with anger. "Don't look at me like that Hunter, I can't deal with the pitying look. The last thing I want is fucking sympathy!"

"What the fuck do you think I am Charley! I'm not made of fucking stone. Your bruised, battered, you have just been raped, your like a lost puppy. What the fuck am I meant to look like? Don't answer that actually. If you don't want my help then fine! Do it alone!" He shouts and I flinch from the anger seeping through his tone. He turns and walks away, opens the door and slams it behind him, the violence of the slamming causing the whole room to shake.

I through myself on the couch and deflect on the argument. Couldn't he just see where I was coming from? I just want to cope with this my way. How can I look at him and not be reminded of what happens every time I have to see his face. The constant reminder of his brothers painful slaps, his hands creeping their way over my body, the dark lustful look in Paul's eyes as he roamed them over my breasts. I shudder uncontrollably. Lets forget this, yes forget it and what better way than to drink myself into oblivion.