Charlie Rose

eleven

I wear a navy blue dress. I hate wearing black to funerals, it makes it more sadder then intended. I am not alone though, I have Brandie by my left side and Gracie on my right. I cry, but not dramatically, like many others that I see. The cemetery is a beautiful place, very well looked after.

I never knew her name before, but I found it out today. Maryanne was a mother of two gorgeous twin girls and a loving wife to her husband. They are sitting there all together, but in a mess. To be them would be heart breaking.

After I found her and read the note, I screamed. That called over everyone from Nick to Hailey to Gigi. Nick almost sliding over came to my side as I kneel beside the body. Hailey ran to ring 911 and everyone was either staring, crying or helping.

The ambulance arrived as well as the police. I was questioned but it didn't help them. Security cameras weren't much help either. They were covered and didn't show anything. The killer had their head covered too.

The service was finished and we went to the wake held at a small cafe that Maryanne loved.
"Are you Charlie?" I had Maryanne's husband come over to me and ask.
"Yes I am, I am sorry for your loss."
"I don't want your pity," He snapped. I don't think this was heading in the direction that I had planned.
"If it weren't for you she wouldn't be dead!" He pulled me by the sleeve of my dress outside.
"You are a little bitch, you and your modelling buddies, yeah you guys," he pointed to the large group of people who came outside. I see Brandie, I think she comes out to help me.
"Let go of her." She pulls the man off of me. He bursts into tears and walks off.
"Can we go now? I don't want to be here." Brandie takes me away. We go home, I drive as my licence has come through. Brandie puts the radio on and we start listening to some heavy metal rock band that make her happy. If it makes her happy then I am happy too.

It is a long drive back, weekend traffic is terrible. We come home to find our apartment is unlocked and that there is someone inside. Brandie, frightened, jumps behind me and expects me to deal with it, in which I do not mind. I put my keys through my fingers and use them as a weapon.

I enter the doorway and find that there is a man inside. The man is browsing at all of our photos, then I realise that I recognise him from somewhere. Gaynor.
"Gaynor Due, you get hear right now." It is Brandie's brother.
"Hello sister." They embrace for a very long time. Gaynor is so much like Brandie it isn't funny. They both have the same skin tone and curved body. If they were both girls, I wouldn't be able to tell them apart.
"And you must be the beautiful Charlie Rose." Gaynor comes over to me and hugs me like we've met a hundred times, but I just go with it.
"Hi Gaynor, I haven't heard much about you."
"But I'm the good looking one of the family, surely a few thing were said." I smile cheekily along with Gaynor and Brandie shakes her head.
"You have an amazing view from up here. I mean look at all of these boys I spot from her. American boys are gorgeous!" Gaynor is gay. I would had never of guessed it. He looks so, straight.
"It looks like I'm not the only gay member of the Due family anymore." Brandie says regards to that comment.
"Honey, I have always been gay, I just climbed out of the cupboard after you."
"More like leaped out."
"It looks like you guys have a lot to catch up on," I interrupt, but then so does Brandie.
"We should go for a walk to around the city, show it off to you."

They both go, thank goodness. Sibling can be a bit of a handful together. I go for a shower and let the warm water trickle down me as I wash today away from my mind.

I put on some pink flannelette pants and a huge baggy T shirt that has squares of different shapes in different places all over. I sit on the couch with a bowl of cornflakes when I hear the doorbell ring. I actually made the effort to get up and answer the door. I thought it was Brandie and Gaynor but it is Nick, still in his suit, he probably just came from the funeral like that.
"What are you doing here?" I question him being here.
"I needed to see you." I let him in. We sit at our breakfast table and I finish my food.
"Cereal, really?"
"Why are you here."
"I felt really lonely and bad stuff happens in my head when I am alone. I needed to talk to someone."

We talk about why he is here and more reasons why he can't be alone, for reasons consisting of 'My head is strange', 'I had a brain injury when I was born, that tells me when I can or cannot be alone' shit like that. I didn't believe him for one second.
"Right well you better get out of here. Brandie and her brother will be back at any time and I am sure that they would like to be home by themselves for awhile." Instead of Nick listening to what I had to say, he had better ideas.
"You have a very nice living room Miss Rose." I ignore him. No retaliation means no more action. It didn't go as planned though, he starts walking through all of the rooms in the apartment now.
"Oh very nice bedsheets Charlie."
"That's Brandie's room."
"Where is your room?" I ignore again and continue to follow him, make sure that he isn't going to touch anything.

This goes on for about 15 minutes before he finally decides to stop. We go back to living area and I try to get him to leave.
"I love your house Charlie."
"Can you go now?!" I say angrily but I feel him getting closer to me. He leans in a kisses me, just as Brandie walks in.