𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 [𝐇.𝐒] vol.2

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When it comes to bury me

Put a fifth of rum in my hand

Might as well come and take my soul

'Cause I can't take it to the promised land

die easy -rag'n bone

A/N- guess who's back bitches

TW/ TORTURE, BLOOD, DETAILED ABUSE, KNIVES, BURNING SKIN

I remember the day I met Charlie, the day I got that file of hers while my father narrated every line that were filled with lies. That day she dumped into me the look in her eyes showed me someone who couldn't be typed down or described.

She was interesting.

My father told me she'd be snarky, bitchy and her nose stuck into the silver spoon her parents left behind, to busy diving into her riches to pay attention to anything else around me. He thought Charlie was another rich girl who didn't give glance to anyone but herself. And he was dead wrong.

God...everyone was so wrong about her. Charlie was strong minded even if she wasn't mentally stable at times, those big brown eyes of her observing thing for a while trying to figure out things -she had control issues sometimes.

It was either trying to make a pattern in her head to follow, a routine something to not make her life seem completely fucked up to be controlling in bed, that's where I knew she was struggling.

The more she felt pain, the more rougher she got.

That's why they were so wrong about her cause they didn't know the pain she was in, the pain she had to endure for years. The abuse her father gave her for years on end before she decided it was enough, the mental fight she had with herself about her drug use. The pain her own sister gave her.

I understood why she lied to me about it...nobody wants to relive that pain.

I also learned that Charlie was the most selfless person, reckless to her own self and showed no remorse to whatever happens to her. The times I've seen her put others before herself, always putting her brothers feelings before her own.

Charlie would give her lung to someone who didn't need it as much as she did, that's how much she still care and trusts other people. 

The day that she got stabbed was the day I realized how fucking selfish I was for putting her in that type of situation, to have given her more dark looks because she was with me. That day I was going to cut off all ties, I was going to watch her from afar and not let this happen again.