CHARLIE
A STOLEN LOVE
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~My life was never perfect; but it wasn't this screwed up either. Were some of us meant to suffer all of our lives and then just die? Were some of us created just to be different, misunderstood and hated?~
Prologue
"Don't you worry about a thing coz every little thing is gonna-" What was going on? Harper?
I couldn't feel a thing as I tried to speak. It must have been one of those dreams where one felt like they had no control over their bodies whatsoever, and maybe I'd have peed a bit on myself by the time I woke up.
"Charlotte!" I heard an unrecognizeable voice echo in my head.
I tried to move my head, but instead I felt like I was going to fall down. My body felt limp and then the onset of pain began.
"Shhhitt!" I cussed trying to open my mouth and force my eyelids apart.
"... milligrams of morphine!" I heard a voice order.
All around me the number of shouting voices increased steadily before I felt a burning sensation scorch my throat.
What the hell was going on? Was this the price of having a crush on Dr. Carter from e.r?
"Charlotte, can you hear me?" A voice asked real close to my face as the fact that I was in hospital also began to sink in.
I picked up the instance the doctor or nurse pried my eyelids apart and flickered a flashlight across each one of my eyes.
I tried to nod my head, but it was worse than the first time because now I couldn't even make any slight movements.
"Ch- Charlie?" Harper whispered uncertainly. "The doctor says you can probably hear me; I love you, ok?" He said falling quiet afterwards or maybe my ears had decided to join the rest of my senses and fail me.
"...I love you Charlie, and no one, not even my parents or Harper is ever going to come between us..."
Julie...
The ring...
Her voice resounded in my head as I found myself back in her arms.
Slowly, amidst my vegetative state; everything came to me: I wasn't dreaming. This was here and now, and this nightmare was reality!
It all came back to me as clear as a cloudless sky...
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"It was a good idea for us to get a hotel room rather than go to my place," Jules said sliding the key card over the censor.
"I know," I said smirking at her. "I didn't want anyone interrupting us tonight; come on it's prom night!" I said walking in and shutting the door behind me.
"You also feared my mom might catch us doing something not straight. She's actually onto us," she said tossing her purse onto the leather loveseat next to the coffee table and untying her hair from the tight bun it was in previously.
"She isn't on to us!" I denied falsely remembering the look of confusion that swam her face when she found us hugging and kissing in Julie's room. I mean, she didn't even knock and the hair-caught-in-bra-hooks excuse; that was pretty lame and the only way to explain why Julie wasn't wearing her top in the first place!
"Whatever you say," she replied pulling me to her.
"I say that that secret drawer of yours will make a better dead give-away," I replied pressing my lips against her neck.
She giggled. "The double-enders? She'd probably find it easier to believe I have a freaky boyfriend, than that I use them... appropriately." She whispered hotly before her lips found mine.
I felt my head grow light and my blood begin to boil as we stumbled over towards the bed with my fingers buried in her hair and her tongue somewhere down my throat.
"What tha!" I swore as I tripped over one of her discarded louboutins. "Keep your ankle-breakers to yourself!" I admonished playfully pushing her onto the bed before kicking off my boots.
"I brought a bottle of tequila," she said wagging her shapely eyebrows and moving her bent legs open and shut like a butterfly's wings.
I walked back to where she had discarded her purse and took out the bottle among other, er, things that I tossed to the bed.
I shut my eyes tight as I felt the tequilla devastatingly hit the spot.
"Bring it over!" Jules whined pouting like a spoilt brat.
I gave her the bottle and she took a huge gulp before shaking her head afterwards dramatically. "How do you not feel the burn?" She asked her eyes tearing up.
"I do, but I like it. It's the same with how you can wear five inch high heels the whole day while I can't."
"Kiss me," she said holding her arms open for me with the bottle clutched tightly in her left hand.
Being a great partner that I was, I obliged her until the bottle fell onto the carpeted floor. Unfortunately, almost a half poured out before I picked it up and downed the rest of it. (It really got me wondering what my liver looked like as it burnt down my oesophagus as it went).
We took turns pleasuring each other as it was, and I was pretty sure my buzz had set in when there was a knock on the door.
I groaned and Jules donned a robe as she went to see if it was room service.
As soon as she opened the door, I heard her gasp and then there was a loud bang before a soft thud sounded.
I sat up quickly trying to gather my wits about me and cover myself, before my eyes fell on him and the barrel aimed straight at me.
"Go ahead Frank, take the life you gave me," I spat at him before he pulled the trigger.
