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A Lot of Mishap

"No, Levi you don't understand. Nobody should be THAT tired after just.. yknow." I stress. My pacing hasn't stopped even though I've been told to relax. How can I RELAX when there's obviously something up with her! There's different moods to her, commands barely work, scarlet red UNDYED hair and scarlet eyes, which isn't normal for witches! There's so many different factors!

Levi takes my arm and pulls me down onto his lap. "You may be reading into it too much. I've looked her up, Ray. Nothing is wrong with her. It's just the way she is. Kinda like your nonverbal periods."

"Levi, you KNOW those aren't NORMAL. The reason for them isn't anything someone should be happy about! You know my background so don't even call those normal!!" I'm lashing out. I'm stressed. I don't get it.

"Right.. right I'm sorry. My mind blocks that out a lot. I don't like to think someone like you went through that.. torture." He pushes my head against his chest. "Tell me your thoughts. Just don't be too loud. Just because they're having their time.. doesn't mean they can't hear you yelling."

"I'm thinking.. what if she's from where I am? However, when I was taking a bath with her yesterday.. I didn't notice any scars similar to mine. I'm just worried. If she's from the same place then there's a good chance she can get too stressed and.. go into a depressive episode. It's like sub-drop.. but I'd say worse with the way we'd get it." I think for a moment. "Vince also won't say a word. He knows about all of her 'moods' so in theory he should know the cause. If Vince is refusing to tell us then that meant something has happened to her."

I look up at Levi and he nods. "I'll see if I can dig up anything."

That isn't possible. "You can't. Vince works with a section of the government and Charlotte has some protection from her work which is funded by the president. Any and all information about her is classified. You won't be able to find anything. Just like how our work is keeping the files about me and keeping them from getting out. Instead of their work.. I think Vince has the files."

"Why would he have them?"

"Remember how you met me through work? I was freed, saved by the CEO. He owns my files, but instead of it being at his house, he chose to keep it here locked up. Judging by the way the two act with each other.. Vince is her CEO. I tuned into her mind the other day. She mentioned that he nursed her back to health. Charlotte had to be involved in something."

There's a knock. We turn to a VERY angry Vince. In his hand is a smaller one... Charlotte's. She peaks out from behind him. Headphones that are a bit big for her are fitted to her head. He squeezes her hand.

"What- the- FUCK do you guys think you're talking about?!" He beams. "Her past has got NOTHING to do with you guys! You've got no right to pry into her life! So what if she's got pretty red hair and eyes?! It's rare-genetics! Yes, I know everything about her. We've been friends for SEVEN YEARS! She dealt with things and I helped her with them. That's ALL. Stop prying!"

I get ready to speak before I'm cut off. "NO. She has an ounce of trust for you and you go and talk about her BEHIND HER BACK. I know damn well you two want her and I'm fine with that, but after this I DEFINITELY don't trust you two around her. Not only that, but when I found out about your nonverbal shit I didn't care. I didn't go and make up theories about why you have them. No! I went 'Alright.. cool' and helped!"

I'm.. speechless.

"Fuck. I'm not even sorry for yelling at you guys. She's hungry by the way. Please have someone bring food. I don't want you guys around her if it's not work related."

The two walk away. As they're walking, Charlotte looks back. Her eyes teary and free hand looking for something to grab.

I'm.. I don't.. I can't..