Charlie Rose

Eighth Chap

The ninth was like Christmas Eve to Charlie; the day before the big day. She was excited and terrified at the same time, among other strong emotions like fear, happiness, hunger, thirst and lust. All her emotions ganged up on her and overwhelmed her so much that she could barely think or act straight. She had woken up early that morning when that fact crept into her dream and sending her brain into overdrive, thinking about her plan to kill Carlton. When she had woken up completely, she went over everything that could go wrong, every mistake she could make, and then she went over how likely it was to go exactly as she planned. Her pessimistic mind said that the chances were not with her. The biggest thing and the most likeliest thing to happen, would be that Carlton would draw up his gun and shoot her before she could do the same to him.

As she lay there silently, beside Marsha who was fast asleep and would not notice Charlie being awake at this hour unless she would start breathing heavily or make a lot of movements with a short interval, Charlie thought about other pessimistic suggestions, worse than reaching for her pistol too late. She asked herself if Jeremiah had gotten sick of her and had finally told Carlton about who she really was after they had their beers. She thought of how tomorrow, when she'd leave the saloon, Carlton would be waiting at the middle of the town, where the shoot-outs always take place, with a gun in his hand and ordering her to come to him. Then, he'd make her take off her hat and bandanna, revealing her feminine features. Next he would raise his gun, point it at her heart and pull the trigger, with everyone watching.

Charlie was snapped out of her thoughts when the door suddenly flew open. Jeremiah waltzed in and practically tore Marsha out of bed, throwing her down to the floor and growling at her to 'get the fuck out before he'd blow her brains out'. Marsha crawled away in a hurry and soon they were the only ones in the room. The sun was barely in sight, dawn probably ten minutes away. Charlie watched him tear his clothes off, sitting up in the bed and getting pretty anxious for his aggressiveness. She was much more fearful of him like this than any horrible what if question on if he was going to tell Carlton. This terrified her as she thought he was going to kill her, by the way his face was twisted in anger, by the way he had so harshly threw Marsha to the floor, by the way he was going to roughly take her. 

He didn't even kiss her. He just threw her down to her back, crawled on top of her, yanked up her dress and thrust into her. His thrusts were hard and rough and he made no sound, showed no reaction until the end, when he climaxed. Then, he grunted and slumped down on top of her. Charlie did not move, she was even afraid to breathe. She just lay there motionlessly and hoped that the next thing he did was not to reach for his pistol. He smelled of alcohol, now that his breath was on her cheek. He was looking at her now, she could feel his blue eyes boring into her, but she did not meet his eyes. She thought that would only be more encouragement for him to shoot her, especially now when he's drunk. He grabbed her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. 

"I missed you" He whispered, his words slurred, and kissed her. His kiss was sloppy and his tongue was practically shoved down her throat. Then, he stopped the kiss. A string of saliva connected them but was broken when he spoke again. "I missed your tight pussy." He ran his hand down her body and shoved two fingers inside her. "Always nice and wet for me."

Charlie had no idea how to respond, let alone how to react to this, so she just stared up into his eyes. He was smirking and started moving his fingers in and out of her in a quick pace. "Do you like that?" He drawled, grinning wickedly. No, Charlie did not like that. It was uncomfortable how his two fingers were shoved into her again and again, his nails scratching her skin and probably her insides too. But, she didn't say a word. She knew nothing that she would say to him that would leave both of them satisfied. 

After doing this for a while, Jeremiah finally stopped. Maybe he stopped because he got no reaction from her, or maybe he stopped because he was just tired of doing this. She thought that now he was going to move off her and leave her alone, he had gotten what he wanted and now there was nothing left, but then he proved her wrong. There still was something that he had yet to get. "I want to know what you're doing here, Rosie" He said, his lips inches away from hers. "I want to know why you carry a gun and why a girl would ever want to kill someone."