Shielded.

Chapter 15

CHARLIE'S P.O.V.

Mom's on the floor, oh shit.

"Mom. Hey."

No answer.

It's silence. Not the kind of silence that makes you feel at ease, but the kind that makes you want to die.

I'm so scared. I put my fingers to her neck to feel a pulse, knowing somewhere inside that there won't be one.

Nothing.

Code: Red.

He comes from the kitchen.

"I found this."
He says. Holding the bag of cocaine.

"What. Did. You. Do?"
I shout. I stand up. I'm pissed.

I feel a hard, hot, slam up against my face.

Did he just hit me?

"You killed her! You son of a bitch!"
I knew i had hit my boiling point. I was outraged and frightened.

He hits me again. And he doesn't stop there. He knocks me off of my feet and I feel several kicks to my ribs. I've lost my breath, and i'm positive my lip is busted. I try my best to crawl away. To crawl towards mom. Not that she could help.

"This family was a shitpot when I got here anyway." He says, then storms out of the door. Leaving us all for dead.

I crawl over to mom.

She's still warm.

I'm bleeding from every possible place on my face i'm sure, and all i can think of is how bad I miss my mom.

So i curl up next to her and i put my hand in her hair, and I apologize.

I'm sorry i let this happen to you. But it happened to me, too.

I wanted Brian. I wanted any place that wasn't here.

And Oh my god my fucking head hurts.

I have to go to Brian. I have to go back. he hates me but i have to go back.

I lay there for a second. Wasting up the courage to get the hell up and go.

I lift myself, much to the expense of pain and a throbbing headache.

I force myself through the door, the sun is so bright now.

Brian. I want Brian.

I get to my car and turn it on. I take a sharp deep breath, and my ribs feel like they're actually caving in.

I drive until i get back to Brian, and i crawl up the steps to the door. But to no surprise, no one is home this time.

They're playing a show. I remember now.
I'll wait here for him.

I lay my head on the welcome mat. I watched the sunset before i drifted off. My head hurts.

I woke up to the cold air around me, and it being night time. I have no idea what time it is. I remember briefly of where I'm at and then I see his face. His sweaty, make up covered ugly little face.

"Holy- what the- Charlie? Holy shit? What the hell happened?"

I tried to explain my case, but he calls for Twiggy and the groupies that happened to have tagged along that night.

"Hey it's okay. Don't move. You look like you have a concussion. Who did this shit? I swear to god. Well, I don't believe in God. But i swear to whoever the fuck, I'll knock this bastard out." 

"Brian, hey!" Twiggy says, "We need to get her to the bed cmon. pick her up."

Brian lifts me and puts my head to his chest. He's warm and it feels nice. He sets me so gently on the bed it made the bed feel like a cloud.

My head oh my god.

"My step dad." Is all i could manage to mutter out.

"My- My- My- mom. Brian. my mom. he killed-"

"He killed your mom?" he says. the shock being so apparent on his face that it even scared me.

"I-"

"No. shut up. go to sleep. I'll take care of it. Idk what i'll do. But i'll figure this shit out."

he pulls the blankets over my shoulders and cranks the heat up. he lays two advil (much to my surprise it wasn't a perkaset or something) on the nightstand with water.

He cares.

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