The Misplaced & Hidden

Chapter Thirteen - Hey Pops

Hey, Pops 

 I hear a boy laughing. I open my eyes and the sunlight blinds me, until a boy blocks it. “What are you doing in the field, Charlotte?” he laughs, showing the cutest smile ever. I sit up slowly and he moves with me. I’m in the fields behind my house… “Where’s mommy Abie?” I ask in my small and tiny four year old voice. “Who cares? Let’s go play!” he laughs. I begin to cry a little and he sighs. “She’s inside Charles babe,” he tells me. “She’s making my birthday cake.” He looks away from me and to the East side of the field where the woods were. I realized he was in deep thought. “Wanna go play Abie?” I ask. His face lights up and he jumps right up. “Let’s go then!” he cheers. He grabs my tiny hands and brings me to my feet.

 As we’re running, I watch Abie’s wavy hair bounce. Abie stops in front of the East woods and looks at me. “Are you sure you want to play here Charles?” he asks with concern. I nod my head and smile. “Oookaaayy….” He drawls out. He turns and takes one step before I hear “Charlotte!?!”

 Abie turns around and looks pissed. “Damn that John.” He hisses. He looks at me and smiles. “Looks like daddy is looking for you, Charles babe.” “Daddy!?” I squeal. He sighs and nods his head yes. I guess he was mad because I paid more attention to daddy than him. He grabbed my hand and we began to walk to the house.

 “Hey Charles?”

 “Yes Abie?” I reply.

 “Will you marry me?” He asks.

 “Yes! I will Abie!”I say, while jumping. “But only if you promise to protect me and be my maid!” He laughs his cute laugh and nods, while stopping. Slowly he goes down on his knees and throws his fist across his chest. “I, Abraham White, swear to you, Charlotte Arkatt, that I will be your protector and server. Through thick and thin, forever.” He says. I make a fist and pretend to have a sword and tap both sides of his shoulders. “I knight thee kind sir.” I giggled.

Several Minutes later

 “Hi daddy,” I yell as Abie and I finally reach my dad. “Where were you?” his stern but kind voice demanded. “I was in the field daddy. I accidentally fell asleep.” I said as if his stern didn’t faze me. His face softened and he smiled. “It’s okay…” he replies. He looks behind me and his face twitches. “What are you doing here.” He spits. Abie looks at him and just sneers. “I got her wrapped around my finger old man.” He laughed mockingly. “You bastard!” he yells. “What did you do to my little girl?”

 “Nada…” Abie snickered.

 “What does nada mean daddy?” I ask.

 “It means nothing…” he replies. “Baby girl, go inside. Abraham and I having some talking to do.” I look up at him and nod. “Bye bye daddy. See you in a bit.” I say. I hug him and smack a kiss on his cheek.

 “Charlotte!”

 “Charlotte!”

 I open my eyes and see three faces above me; Edaniel, Clare, and Curt. I breathe out deeply because I realize I have been holding my breath. I sit up and look around the room. Black walls, paintings, bright lights, and the bed I was laying in, deep dark red. “Where am I?” I croak out. “We’re in the bedroom upstairs.” Edaniel replies. “Oh.” My face burns up. “Were ya‘ll watching me sleep?” I hear various ums… “You were! That’s embarrassing guys!” I hear a series of sorry. I sigh. “It’s fine… I guess.” I reply. “I had the weirdest dream ever..,” “What was it Charlotte?” Clare asks me. “Well… I saw a miniature Abraham White in my dream and he asked me to marry him and some confusing other stuff happened…” I reply. There stare for a while and I feel heat build up to my face. “What?” I demand. “Well, Charlotte, you have, well, fangs…” Curt stuttered. I touch my teeth and feel something prick my finger. “Ow!” I squeak. I look at my finger and a drop of blood seeps out of my finger. I stare at the blood intensively. “—llote!! Charlotte!!” I look up and see Edaniel looking at me. “Yes?” I ask. “You’re a fucking vampire!!” Edaniel yells. “Whoa! No need for bad words!”