Stuck with you

Chapter 3

Chris's P. O. V
" Oh. Hey Charlotte."

"Chris? What are you doing out here in the freezing cold?Come with me to my house!

"Chilling. I can't leave this house. "

Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. She obviously didn't get what I was saying. " Why?"

"This was my parents house. I can't leave this place. It's very important to them. They love this place so much. After they died, I vowed to myself I would live here to keep the sprit of this place alive."

She stared at me wide- eyed. " I don't understand. "

"How could not you not? I just told you."

"No, I get why you're living here. But, have you thought of moving in with relatives?"

"I have. But, I can't. They moved to California right after I was born."

"All of them?"

"No, not all of them. Some moved to Florida."

"How did they die?"

"Can we not talk about now? It's a rather touchy subject for me. Can we talk about it later?"

"Sure. I understand, I'll give you your space. Just know, that when you're ready you can talk to me. "

That's what I think too. Great minds think alike, am I right?

"Can I take to my place?"

"Sure. What about your dad?"

"Oh. He'll understand. It's no big deal. Now, cmon lets go. Don't want to freeze out do we?"

I chuckled lightly at her joke. " No I don't."

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Looking at the twinkling stars above me. I sighed. Nows's the prefect time to tell her. It's quiet and no one will bother us. Here we go.

"My dad left us."

"Huh?" He turned to face me. Her hair whacked her across the face. She put in back behind her ear.

" My dad, he left us. I remember the night so clearly. Like it was yesterday. This is the first dream I have at night. It's so happy and peaceful in the beginning.But, by the end it's very sad and lonely."

Flashback( Note: As Chris is having this flashback he is also telling Charlotte.

Chris P.O. V's at age 8 and 17
It was a quiet night. The only sounds I hear were the cars in the background. I was very thirsty. So, I waked down stairs to get a drink.

I heard my parents fighting downstairs.

"Nancy, you're so difficult to work with!"

"No, you're so difficult Walter! What were you thinking verbally abusing you son like that? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me. The problem is you, giving birth to that annoying kid. I hate him so much."

Tears came to my eyes. Then, they slid down my face. " And to think I actually loved you. Now, I know you really didn't. "