The World Is A Curse || Spencer Reid 's daughter || Vol. 1

seventeen

CHARLIE

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Charlie was not fine. He hadn't really been since his mother was back. Their relationship was... Complicated. It wasn't as cut and dry as his relationship with his dad, that one just wasn't existent. No, Charlie's mom was still being a parent, just not a very good one.

His theory was that his mom really didn't plan on becoming a mother at 20 and that his father's pro-life views just got her stuck with a baby she didn't really want and couldn't really take care of either. Now she was 37 and divorced and had a son that she wasn't all that interested in, when all she really wanted, was to get her 20s back.

So that's what she did. She slept with men way younger than her, spend all her money on clothes, vacations and designer drugs and threw parties for strangers that went on for days and days.

It's not like Charlie expected her to be any different this time but... Ever since his overdose and his trip to rehab she had... tried. A part of Charlie thought that it might've been a wake-up call for her. She had stopped throwing parties at their house, kept it booze free, didn't date a different man every week, didn't go out quite as often. She still wouldn't win the best-mother-award, but at least she did the bare minimum.

And then she met her current boy-toy Hunter and it all just went back to the way it used to be. Suddenly she disappeared on week long trips and brought strangers into their home who brought their vices.

He tried to stay strong, to distract himself. He went to more meetings, spend more time in the studios at school, focused on his relationship with Maeve because she was a good thing. But at night he couldn't avoid it, the temptations were all around him.

He stayed in his room, played loud music  to block out the noise of the parties, locked his door so that nobody would stumble in. But it was still driving him nuts. And it all reached it's peak Sunday night.

The party had started somewhere around 7 pm but now it was midnight and he had school the next day, so he stepped out. He wasn't sure what he had expected, he knew that his mother wouldn't just stop her party for him, but he was tired and miserable and he just wanted to complain.

He made his way through the crowds of strangers until he found his mother in the kitchen. She was sitting on the counter, her legs wrapped around Hunter, a martini glass in her hand and a wide smile plastered on her face. "Charlie! Baby! I was wondering when you'd join us!", She shrieked, reaching for him with her long glossy red nails.

"Mom, it's past midnight already... I have school tomorrow.", Charlie stated drily, not returning her smile. She didn't care, she was drunk and probably high and didn't have a care in the world.

"Aren't you a goody two shoes? Since when are you so well behaved?!", she giggled before emptying her glass and asking Hunter for another one, who immediately got to work.