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Not So Welcome (Charlie)

  Charlie 

My back is hurting from sitting in the car. I have bruises all over me. So it is making this ride really uncomfortable. The seat belt keeps pressing on my beat up body too. I hope we get there soon. I want to take my drugs, and sleep for days. God I just want to forget.

If it was any other time, Gage's pot smoking Grandma would be awesome. He doesn't think so. He should have stayed out of her weed. I'm picturing young teenager Gage stealing Grandma's pot and entertaining friends with her drugs.

I stop thinking about it cause I know girls would be involved. I am sure he left that part out. Good Lord, can you imagine a teen aged, Gage? I bet he was very popular. Maybe not with guys, but you know he had a lot of girls chasing him around. More than I care to think about.

We are literally in the middle of nowhere, and turn on a blacktop road. I swear I hear the dueling banjos playing outside. I looked over at Gage and he seemed nervous. I try to adjust in my seat but it causes me to cramp up. Every time I cramp I can feel blood. The doctor gave me something to help 'make things pass quicker'. I can feel my eyes watering at the thought and the wording the doctor used. 'Things' but it wasn't a 'thing' it was a baby. It was my baby. It was Gage's baby. I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks and Gage is starting to give me worried glances. So I try to look outside and distract myself. I just need to get myself under control.

I wonder if he would have been excited about us having a baby? Or would he be angry with me? I would have been excited, scared outta my head, but excited. I bet our baby would have been adorable. I'm starting to make myself sad again. I put my hand where my baby was supposed to be. I can't help it when I start crying again. Not just crying but blubbering. Gage tries to comfort me by putting his hand on my leg and I flinch. I couldn't help it. He quickly removes his hand and I feel bad. He's trying to help, and I know it. I am just a mess right now, and I can't bring myself to care much about anything else.

By the time I had calmed myself back down I saw a gravel road leading down to a trailer park. It wasn't little, it was a big trailer park. Lots of motorcycles parked everywhere. Lots of Christmas lights all over the place, and no it wasn't Christmas.

Gage pulls into the park entrance and goes down the dusty gravel road through the park. There are a lot of people outside smoking and drinking. Some look at us, others are busy. Gage is only looking ahead. I can tell he doesn't want to be here, but I can't go back to the apartment now. I don't ever want to go back.

We pull up to one of the last trailers on the left. There is Harley stuff everywhere. Pink flamingo lights, and tiny beer bottle lights hanging around the porch. Gage turns the car off, puts his head on the steering wheel, takes some deep breaths, and opens his door. He really doesn't want to be here. He grabs our stuff, and I get out carefully. He tries to help me out. He is a little too fast, rough, and it makes me double over in pain.

"Shit sorry!" He winces. I tell him it's ok. He's in a hurry to get inside.

We walk up the porch steps to the trailer when the front door opens. The screen door is still shut, but inside I see an older woman around 5'7, Athletic build, long gray hair, the sun has wrinkled her face, but not really old looking. You can tell she smokes (something), and has a bandana wrapped around her hair. She's wearing jeans and a tank top. Gage looks a little like her.

"Well you better have a really good fucking reason for coming here you little shit." She spits out. She even sounds mean. I am suddenly scared. She looks me over and sees my beat up face. She looks at Gage with disgust. Who for the record is also beat up.

"Did you beat her?" She yells out.

"No, I didn't beat her, fuck. Are you going to let us in or what?" He starts off yelling and then lowers his voice to a whispered shout. They start to square off. I don't have time for this. I hurt and I want to cry some more. I get in between them and put my hand on Gage's chest.

"I promise he didn't beat me..." I say looking at the woman and trying to smile. She's not having it. Ok..

"What happened to her and why do you need a place to stay when you have a very expensive, very fancy apartment now?" She says completely ignoring me. Just fucking talk like I am not standing right here!

"Can we please come in?" Gage says, gritting his teeth. He's getting frustrated. I can see where he gets his temper from. His whole damn family is a bunch of hot headed pricks. I decide I am done. If he won't tell her I will rather bluntly. I have a feeling grandma here doesn't do sugar coating.

"I got beat up, and raped by a guy named Jason in the fancy expensive apartment. I was beaten up so badly that I am now miscarrying mine and Gage's baby. I don't have any family or friends to stay with. I only have Gage, and he only has you...Well you and Dave. Dave doesn't have a bed. Can we please stay?" My voice is steady but I am about to lose it. I stare her down and she stares back. I don't want to stand out here and I'm hurting so bad. We brake our little staring contest. I look over at Gage and Gage is looking at me in stunned silence. Grandma is still looking me over, but opens the door letting us in.

"Thank you!" I say shuffling into the house, and Gage behind me. I barely make it to the couch before I double over. Gage helps me lay down on it.

"Who is Jason and why would he do this to your girlfriend?" Grandma asks, still all sorts of pissed off. Gage drops the bag and sits on the couch next to me. He runs his hand through his hair and tells his grandma all about me. First, how we became a couple. Then finally why Fuckface would do this. Grandma's face is unmoving, and shows little emotion at all. I start to cramp up bad. I think I should go use the restroom. I grab the bag the doctor gave me, and ask if I can use the bathroom. She nods yes, and tells me where its at.