Charlotte
The next day
The sounds of screaming and yelling from downstairs filled my eardrums now. I groaned and got up from my chair in my room.
"Hey, hey, hey! Whats with all the racket?" I asked as I hurried down the stairs.
I saw my dad in the kitchen with Ashley, who was crying.
My dad looked up from glaring down at my little sister.
"She wanted a cookie before dinner, I told her no...and she flipped shit." He replied.
"Don't curse in front of her." I said.
"I want a cookie!" Ashley screamed, trying to jump up and reach the cookie jar on top of the fridge.
Suddenly, my dad grabbed her and shook her.
"Don't you ever goddamn listen! No cookie!" My dad yelled.
That made Ashley cry even harder and then Tyler rushed in.
"What the hell, Dad?" He shouted, taking my Dad's hands off our sister.
"She's getting worked up over a cookie!" My dad said back.
"Because she's 5 years old! She's a toddler! They're supposed to get worked up about stupid things!" answered Tyler.
I looked from my dad to my brother and they were glaring at each other silently while Ashley cried.
"Get out." Tyler said quietly.
"What?"
"You heard me. Get out. And don't come back until you're ready to be a good father again."
My dad stared at Tyler for a beat longer, then turned around and left.
Once the door shut, I rushed over to Ashley and knelt down in front of her.
"You okay, Ash?" I said, wiping the tears from her face.
"Cookie."
I nodded and got up, taking a cookie from the jar and handing it to her. She grinned a little and stopped crying now.
"Thank you, Charlotte." She said.
"You're welcome. Don't eat anything else until dinner, okay?"
She nodded and skipped away, leaving me and Ty in the kitchen.
"Where's Mom?" Tyler asked me as I put the jar back on top of the fridge.
"Napping."
"And Brianna?"
"Playing in her and Ash's room."
Tyler sighed, looking towards the front door that my dad just went through.
"I was just about to meet Caroline at the library to work on some homework before school on Monday...are you going to be okay here?" He asked me.
"I'll be fine."
He nodded.
"Okay. Call me if you need anything."
I watched as Tyler leaved, then I sat on the couch with my head in my hands.
A coupe minutes later, a knock sounded at the door, making me jump up off the couch in alarm.
I padded over to the door and swung it open, revealing Harry leaning against the doorpost.
"Hey." He said, smiling.
"Hi...Harry." I said, quickly looking behind me and stepping outside, shutting the door behind me.
"What brings you here? A friendly neighbor asking to borrow sugar?" I said, realizing what a lousy joke I'd just made and I mentally smacked my forehead.
But to my pleasant surprise, Harry laughed.
"No, I um- I felt bad for running off yesterday, so I decided I'd make it up to you." He said.
"Make it up to me how?" I asked playfully, noticing that I'm not as nervous or flustered around him as I used to be.
"How's dinner at my house sound? Tomorrow night around 8?" He asked.
I gasped louder without meaning to.
Finally getting to go inside the Creep House? Getting to spend a night with this oddly mysterious, extremely handsome guy?
"Tomorrow works for me." I said, curiosity to see inside the Creep House getting the better of me.
He smiled even wider now.
"Great!"
"Should I-bring dessert?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"Doesn't matter to me."
I grinned.
"Okay, so I'll-see you at 8 tomorrow?"
He nodded.
"Yes, see you tomorrow."
I waved as he stepped down from my porch and walked back to his house.
"See you."
I looked after him for a minute, then sighed.
What did I just agree to?
*
Harry
"Jesus!" I shouted once I was inside. Why did I just do that? Why did I invite the girl next door over for dinner? At my house?
I had to go back and tell her no, that she couldn't come over tomorrow. This wasn't me. This wasn't how I acted. In the past, I tore people apart, drained them of every last drop of their blood, and felt no mercy.
Every time I came close to Charlotte, I smelled her sweet blood and half of me wanted to kill her. But the other half of me wanted to know more about her. What she liked and disliked, her favorite books to read, what her family was like. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I wanted a friend. Running and hiding for so many years could be lonely most times.
I wanted Charlotte in my life. No matter how much my conscious told me to stay away from her, I needed her.
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