5: 3 unbearable hours

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Charlotte P.O.V

It has been a week since I met up with Vincent. I thought that this was gonna be pretty easy but I was wrong.

Deadly wrong.

Allow me to tell you all the things this man made me do.

On Thursday, after I was done with school, I had to meet him in the gym and refill water bottles for the children. He had me pulling things out of his bag and showing the kids what the different equipment is. He was pretty tolerable, and I really liked listening to the kids' thoughts.

Let me just tell you that middle schoolers are very opinionated.

Friday I had to pick him up some in-and-out and take it to him. I live in a neighborhood that is not close to anything. I think our closest thing is 15 minutes away and it's a gas station where drug deals happen.

Over the weekend it was okay, I didn't have to do anything.

But Tuesday, I had gotten home and put on the barbie movie and was all snuggled up in my bed. I got a call to go to the school to open the door for him.

Now I was thinking that he had a bunch of stuff and couldn't get it into the car.

So I drove 10 minutes, looking as ungraceful as I did, and all I had to do was open the car door. Not because he was unable too, but because his arms hurt.

"Hey Honey, my arms hurt from wrestling all the kids today and I can't open my car door." He said and was rubbing his arms.

"But ya managed to get your bag in the car?" I asked and opened the door for him and crossed my arms.

"Now we wouldn't want me to get hurt to get hurt would we?"

I looked at him and shrugged. "I wouldn't mind."

"I'm hurt that you would say that." He said and placed his hand on the heart.

Yeah well you get the idea.

My buzzes and I flinch.

I check who the text message is from.

'Honey, we had a road trip to go on! Pack nothing but be prepared.'

'Where are we going? You aren't gonna kill me are you?'

'Just give me your address'

I groan and send it to him.

'Be there in 10 minutes!'

I then groan as I change into something remotely nice, I put my hair into two braids and place a hat on top.

Otherwise I am wearing a white tank-top, with waist high jean shorts and cowboy boots, and just because I have no idea what I am doing I take a red flannel and tie it around my waist.

I also run downstairs and check my mail, I look through it to find my monthly allowance from my parents with a note.

'Hey Charlie, We know it's summer and you'll probably want the extra money. Love you! - Mom and Dad'

They always make sure to give me enough money yet they never actually come to see me. I might only get to see them on Christmas and that's it. Or on my birthday. Those are the very rare occasions though but I know they appreciate me and I can't complain.

I know for a fact that there are children in the world who have it harder than I do.

I smile and put the check on the table and turn to find the car pulling in the driveway.

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