Ghost Asylum Imagines @-@

Um... Oh....

-Tonight, Brannon is doing a live chat with other people.-

Charlotte: I'm staying right... -sets on Brannon's lap- Here.

Chris: someone's jealous. 😏

Charlotte: -growls- I'm NOT jealous! Jealousy is wanting something that's not yours! Im protective of my property.

Brannon: Oh. I didn't know I was bought 😐

Charlotte: No, but you're my property. And MY property only.

Brannon: Well it's nice to know I don't have a choice to be with you or not. 😶

Charlotte: ..... What's that supposed to mean?

Chris: Shut up I'm turning the camera on.

Charlotte: ... -looks down at her feet- I... I need to go now.

Brannon: ._. You don't have to, do you?

Charlotte: -stands up- Yes... Yes I do. -slowly walks outside-

Brannon: 😶 Are you kidding me, Char?

Chris: Want me to go talk to her?

Brannon: That'd be nice.

Chris: -walks out to see Charlotte smoking- Charlotte!?

Charlotte: -drops the cigarette and looks at him scared- W-what???

Chris: What the hell is that? -points to the cigarette, getting angry-

Charlotte: -steps on the cigarette with her barefoot and falls back, screaming in agony- Goddamnit!! -tears stream down her face-

Chris: -tries to help her up- Char, are you alright?

Charlotte: -pushes his hand away- I'm fine! -curls up, holding her knees to her chest and burying her face in her knees- I'm... I'm fine...

Chris: No you aren't... I know that instinct... I know that look. What's wrong? And why are you secretly smoking?

Charlotte: -sighs and takes out another cigarette- I'm not secretly smoking...

Chris: Then why do you have... -stops talking when Charlotte lights a cigarette-

Charlotte: -pulls up her shirt to show multiple cigarette burns on her stomach, and puts out the cigarette on her skin. Bites her lip to not cry-

Chris: -stares, tears coming to his eyes- Ch... Charlotte....

Charlotte: -puts the cigarette back in its pack and shoves it in her pocket-

Chris: -covers his mouth- Charlotte... W.... Why?

Charlotte: -looks up at him, tears in her eyes- Don't... don't tell okay?

Chris: That you're hurting yourself? That you burn yourself!? Charlotte, why!?

Charlotte: -tries to shush him- Please be quiet... please.... Don't tell... -softly crying-

Chris: -kneels down next to her- Charlotte, please tell me why! No one has to know but... But I have to know why...

Charlotte: -looks down to her feet as tears stream down her face- I got this email a while ago... He's coming back for me, Chris...

Chris: ...TJ? He's coming back?

Charlotte: -nods- And... and he's not as dumb as he was before...

Chris: -grits his teeth and grabs Charlotte's arm, pulling her up- Come on.

Charlotte: -pulls away- No, Chris... He's already in town... I already have my bag packed...

Chris: Charlotte, we can protect you! We can fight him off like last time!

Charlotte: No, Chris, no you can't... He's already got how he's taking me...

Chris: Is this why you were acting protective? Because...

Charlotte: It's the last time I'll see him for a while...

Chris: -tears streaming down his face, brings Charlotte inside-

Brannon: -not even started on the live chat. Notices both Chris and Charlotte crying- What's wrong?

Charlotte: -looks at him and breaks down really hard. Runs to him, hugs him and cries- I'm so sorry...!

Brannon: -hugs her back protectively- What is it...?

Chris: TJ...

Brannon: Is that all? -tries to look at Charlotte-

Charlotte: -keeps her head buried in his chest- No...

Chris: -covers his face- We can't let this happen...

Charlotte: I-it's too la-late....

Brannon: What do you mean? -getting more serious and hugging more protectively-

Chris: Charlotte, you can't let this happen!

Charlotte: -pulls away and screams- I don't have a fucking choice, Chris! I'm ran as far away as I could and now I've been found! There's nothing I can do to change that, and there's nothing you can do to stop it! -wipes her eyes, more years welling in her eyes-

-Everyone is silent for the rest of the night. Charlotte is up late, writing everyone letters of what she knows and some other things. Chris is up late with Chasey, Porter, and Doogie watching out the windows to make sure Charlotte's ex, TJ, does not show up. Brannon is up, watching Charlotte, not knowing what to do or say. The next morning arrives, and Charlotte is still awake. She has her bag on her back. Chris and Brannon are in the living room, watching an old, busted up, Ford truck pull up in the driveway.-

Charlotte: -slowly makes her way to the stairs-

Chris: -tries to be strong as he lets TJ inside-

Brannon: -goes to get Charlotte-

TJ: He must hate'er if he's gonna give'er up so quick. -smiles- That's alright. She's mine, anyway.

Charlotte: -standing at the railing at the top of the stairs-

Brannon: -hugs her extremely tight and tries not to cry-

Charlotte: -hugs back- I love you...

Brannon: I love you too...

Charlotte: -pulls out the letters from her back pocket- These are for you and the guys... -wipes tears from her eyes- Read them when I leave... okay?

Brannon: -nods and takes the letters-

Charlotte: -walks downstairs-

TJ: There she is... My beautiful girl... -walks up to Charlotte and starts messing with her long, brown hair- You let your hair grow out. Looks disgusting. -grabs her arm and drags her to the door-

Chris: Hey, man, be careful with her!

TJ: -pulls a knife to Chris- What's you say?

Chris: -looks at the blade-

TJ: I'm pretty sure I'll talk to my lady the way I want to talk to my lady. -puts the knife back and grabs Charlotte's arm again, dragging her out to his truck-

Charlotte: -gets in the passenger side and closes her door-

-A moment later, TJ drives off with Charlotte, never to be seen again for almost four years-