End Of Summer (Sammy Wilk)

You're not moving

Charlotte's POV:
"You are a whore," Claire Evans said.
Claire is the "most popular girl" at my high school.
"I'm not a whore like you,"
"Haha at least I didn't sleep with guys half my age,"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"We know the truth so stop lying,"
"I seriously don't know what the fucking fuck you are talking about so I would shut your fucking mouth,"
"Why were you gone the last three months of high school and graduation? Did you even graduate?"
"Yes I graduated but I switched to online school,"
"We know you were a prostitute and Oliver was your pimp,"
My mouth dropped.
"Yeah.....okay. You are so fucking stupid I swear you-" I stopped when she started to pull out a picture.
"This isn't you going into a guy's room?"
I didn't say anything.
"Ha! You were a prostitute,"
"Oh. Your life is ruined,"

Its been a month since Claire outted me for what my ex boyfriend did to me. Every since then, my rep went down the drain. My best friend since I was little Blaire stopped talking to me. All of my friends but four left me. I am called whore, skank, slut, a thot, all of it everyday because of him. I literally can't stand his ass. In the middle of this inner loathing, I hear my phone go off. It was from one of the four people that didn't dessert me. Jack Johnson.
From: Jacky
Hey CharChar! What are you doing? You are still clean right?

Everyone else calls me Lotie including Oliver so my four friends changed my nickname to CharChar. I think its cute.

To: Jacky
Yes Jack! I am still clean and just loathing Oliver.

When the entire situation with Oliver started, I started to self-harm. Oliver caught me one day And beat the hell out of me for it so I started doing it to where no one could see unless I was naked and thankfully all the guys said it was okay but for one
From: Jacky
Good. Fuck that asshole
To: Jacky
So I've been thinking
From: Jacky
Yeah?
To: Jacky
Im moving to Cali at the end of summer.
At that point all Jack wrote back was that I wasn't going. I don't care until someone convinces me to stay other than my four friends by the end of summer. I am moving away from here.
"All she does is sitting in her room," I hear my mom said in the living room which isn't that far from my room. I creped up to my door and listened.
"Can you blame her? Everyone thinks bad of her because they don't know the full story. I rather have her in her room then getting called all of they and start to self-harm again?" My dad said to my mom.
I can hear her sigh.
"I suppose you are right. But I still think we should make her start seeing Mr. Bell again,"
Mr. Bell was my psychiatrist for the time I was getting deprogrammed. I stopped seeing him a month before Claire told everyone.
There was a sudden 3 pound knock on the door and I could hear my mom get up and open the door.
"Charlotte, Sammy's here," My mom yelled.
"Okay mom," I yelled back and ran to my bed.
Sammy was number one my best guy friend. He was the one who left a tip about Oliver to the police. Anon of course.
"Hey babygirl," He said walking into my room and shutting the door.
I smiled as he kissed my cheek.
"You know the deal," He said.
"Sam, I have been cleaned for a month now. There's no need-"
"I don't care what you think. You told us that last time and you almost bled out so do it,"
I had stop self-harming before when Sammy found out about the whole situation and beg me to stop and I did for awhile...then it just started to get worse again and I did it again but this time I cut too deep. Johnson, Sammy and our other two friends Skate and Gilinsky found me in the right amount of time. So every since then every once a week they would send Sammy over to look over my body.
"Come on Charlotte," Sammy said.
"Don't like it when you call me Charlotte," I said as I started to strip.
Once I got all my clothes off, I was standing in front of Sammy in my bra and panties as he looked over my body.
"Okay now your bra and panties,"
I did as I was told. I didn't mind Sammy looking, not because I wanted it. Trust me I don't. Its because Sammy and I grew up together and he is the only one I trust to look at my body. Plus its good to have someone caring to look at you instead of assholes.
I can feel Sammy walking up to me and then stops and sighs.
"Okay good, you can put your clothes on,"
I left my bra off and put on my shirt and I changed into fresh panties and some booty shorts.
That's when my phone goes off with a message from Whatsapp. (The picture below is the conversation

"You can't move," Sammy said right after the conversation.
"I have to. You four are the only people outside my family that dont call me all those names," I said.
"I will make sure you don't leave," Sammy said leaving.
Sammy's POV
I just gotten home from being at Char's and she isn't leaving if its the last thing I do.
"Samwy! Samwy! Samwy!" My three year old daughter Gracie said.
"Howse Cha?" She asked.
Her and Charlotte had a bond that replaced Gracie and her real mom's. Me and her real Mom were going out for three years and and she got pregnant during our three year together and she wanted to give her up but I said that I will keep her and every since then, she has not said one word to Gracie. She's three. Charlotte has been there for Gracie and she cant leave Gracie.
"She's good baby,"
"Did you have fun with Nana?"
"Yewp," She said handing me a piece of paper.
"I dwrew twis for yoh daddy," She said.
I look at it and it was a coloring page with colors outside the lines everywhere. I smiled.
"I love it and you," I said kissing her cheek.
She squeals and runs off.
****
After supply, a bath, and a long battle of fighting her sleep, Gracie was out.
I took my phone out and texted Skate.
To: Skate
I know how to get CharChar to stay.
From: Skate
Sammy, Don't do anything stupid
To: Skate
I'm not. I'm going to pretend to be this guy names Jax and talk to her and make her stay.
From: Skate.
Your funeral. Leave me out of it.
Pussy.