Charlie Rose

sixteen

I woke up really uncomfortable. Sleeping on hospital beds is like sleeping on rocks with nails and glass sticking out of it, I mean, they couldn't buy the really warm and fuzzy ones? Anyway back on topic, I woke up in ICU next to Brandie. I watch as Gaynor paces back and forward, he hasn't slept. The doctors told us that Brandie hadn't been taking her medication ever since we got to America. After everything has happened she went off the rails, until her mind told her it was too much. The doctor also said that she recommends Brandie to stay at the Mental Care Unit for 72 hours just to be looked after properly while she is put back on her medication.

As I was told all this, tears streamed from my eyes, they poured and poured. I really messed up, I really messed up. I felt a soft warm hand wipe them away. I look down to see Brandie smiling. We embrace for what feels like forever. It felt good to be in her arms, I missed this

*****

"Coffee anyone?" Gaynor asked. Just as he spoke, I received a text from Nick. Meet me at my house. Not later but right now or you can say goodbye #Chandie. I feel light headed. I feel my face go pale.
"Coffee Charlie?" Gaynor asks again but I politely decline.
"Sorry, Calvin just messaged me and he wants to meet up. I'll see you guys later though." They smile at me as I leave. As I walk out the door, I feel my face go many colours (like the pride flage tattoo on Britney's ankle, haha sorry) of all the emotions I feel right now: sick, upset, pissed. I walk right out those doors a corward, a moron. I need to tell her before she finds out another way. Brandie deserves to know.

*****

I hesitate to walk to the door. As slow steps become faster, I see a post - it on the door. Just go straight in. I follow its instructions and head in, one foot at a time. Slow and steady.

The first thing I see as I walk in is the back of a head. I hear clicks from something, I'm not 100% sure what it could be. I smell thick air and an alcoholic beverage.
"Took your time." Nick seem annoyed
"I was with Brandie at the hospital."
"Awww... Nope don't care," He had no sympathy. I don't blame him. "Now I want you to strip. All your clothes off and on the table."
I am in shock. I cannot believe he would ask me to do that.
"Bu..." I go to speak but as I do, I see a shinny object come from beneath the table. A gun. As soon as I saw it, I slowly unzipped the jacket I was wearing. I had no shirt on underneath. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my zipper down. I also took them off slowly. I stood in my bra and underpants.
"Everything." Nick looked impatient. I unclipped my bra, one clip at a time until they were all undone. I slipped my underpants off as slow as I could and then, they were off. I was unprotected, unsafe, out of my comfort zone. Nick points to the white backdrop.
"You will be modelling for me, all your best poses. I will take photos and keep them for my own enjoyment." I feel a lump in my throat. I can't talk, so I just do as I am told. Nick pulls his camera out from a box on a shelf next to the table, he also has his gun in his belt. With the gun in my mind, I pose.

*****

"Take your clothes and go." After about 1 hour of nudity, I was thankful to put my clothes back on. I quickly put them on as Nick leaves for another room in his house. I am dressed when he come back. In one hand he had his camera, in the other his gun. I leave immediately, tears in my eyes. Was he the psycho after me?

I enter the hospital to find Brandie and a suitcase. She was leaving for the Mental Unit, tears flooding my eyes.
"Hey no need for tears."
"I'm going to miss you so much. I love you."
"I love you too. I love you so much."
Brandie follows a nurse through two doors. She turns around. "It's for the best."