Riverton High School

~21~

"All I can think about is what she must be doing, and how I wish she were still here."
-Pittacus Lore

Charlie was said to be missing for days now it was all over the news and in the papers. People who did know Charlie still sighed and groaned in despondence, and had chills of rushing anxiety. Her highschool, gloomy and dark.

All walking around like zombies over a tragic loss. Her home fled with flowers, food and 'good luck on finding her' phone calls. Back at Riverton high school lots of people we're nonstop gossiping about it. Lots of people were sad and confused and worried.

"Someone's missing?" Emily asked Brooke. The two of them sat there at there empty lunch table, they did not associate with many at school. The girls noticed teens walking around crying, and teachers bowing there heads in sadness.

"Apparently, no one we know though.." Brooke shrugged. She wasn't the slightest bit affected or concerned. Just knowing someone was missing gave Emily chills. Emily had her moments where things didn't seem to matter, but overall she had a good heart.

Brooke couldn't grasp her extended sympathy, but Emily truly knew how it felt to loose someone close to her. She felt as if, until that happened to Brooke she'd never care about anyone.
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"We were all just talking to her at the cookout this past fourth of july.." Amber said nervously. She chattered away to a group in the Riverton halls. Search parties went out looking for 17 year old charlie Kissinger, bright blue eyed, rich California tanned, bouncy blonde, Charlie Kissinger.

A girl many say were prone to go missing due to her outrageous beauty. The police were doing all that they could to help the family during such a fear inducing time. Missing posters were spread all over the city, on buildings, trees, and electrical posts.

The police talked to Charlie's parents about her recent whereabouts, and they said they knew she was at a party but they didn't know where exactly. They pleaded with the officer's to find their baby.

They blamed themselves for not knowing exactly where she was, and for not calling her periodically through the night. Now they suffered from the mental distress of not knowing the well being or state of their only child.

In the meantime the pressure was cracking away at Ashton. Most days he locked himself in his bedroom, smoking in bed. Taking out one cigarette at a time, burning them out on his bed spread, getting entangled in spells of nicotine and harsh chemicals wrapped up tightly in his blanket.

Tuning into every news station. He couldn't help it that night, he felt his inner soul twitch, his head buzzing with anticipation with his sexual tolerance fizzling out he was pushed to frantic action that fourth of july.

All though he covered his tracks he was mentally popping, crackling, loosing all calmness and sense of sanity. His face burned, his eyes popped and flickered like a mad scientist fresh into a new experiment, he fiddled through newspapers, clicked through every news station. Ashton thought back to the night he took advantage of Charlie.

After his selfish game was complete, he recalled throwing unconscious Charlie into the backseat of his plastic wrapped green Volvo. He drove three hours downtown into west Riverton.

Finally dropping her fragile, lifeless body by some dumpsters outside behind a closed local pub. Slipping into his car unnoticed, he drove off leaving her. Ashton left her belongings in the abandoned home on Ramsey St.

He cracked her phone with a heavy duty hammer, and set her purse on fire in the bedroom. Ashton had officially lost his mind, her body was calling and Ashton answered. With his whole spirit and strength he answered the alluring call. He knew she couldn't resist him, her subtle hints indicated to him that she wanted him.

Charlie just wasn't ready to admit it, Charlie wasn't ready to give herself willingly. He reasoned. So Ashton was ready to get what he had earned. Her sneaky eye would tempt Ashton to the limit, but he held back for sometime, giving her a chance to hope on his lap on her own.

When it was apparent that she was to timid to carry out her desires Ashton readily responded to the responsibility of the dominant lover. Ashton rigged Charlie's beer with a famous date rape pill. The affects to the human body lasted for 8 hours. Everyone would assume Charlie ran away from home, and she'd have no memory of the night she was taken.