Charlie Rose

seventeen

Gaynor and I enter the apartment, extremely exhausted. I see three familar heads pop up. My dad, Chrissy and Harmony. Why does everyone know where we live and enter our house illegally?
"Hi, sweety." Chrissy gives me a hug. Although my father hasn't always been the nicest, Chrissy has mostly liked me, Harmoy hadn't but I'm not surprised. I could see anger on my dad's face.
"You and I are leaving right now!" Dad says fairly loudly. He grabs me by my arm a practically drags me to the door.
"No." I've never said that before. It felt great.
"Excuse me?" He obviously didn't hear me. He's getting old, doesn't listen as much.
"I said NO! I am finally happy and I want and need to stay."
"You are 16! No 16 year old of mine will live here on her own!"
"I am staying! In mums will it said clear as day in black and white that she has given me freedom to do as I wish. I am 16. 16! I am legally allowed to live without parental supervision. I have a great job, a nice home and a gorgeous girlfriend..." I am cut off by an angry voice.

"Your gay?!" I go to say something back when I am gently moved out of the way by Gaynor.
"And what is wrong with being gay?" Gaynor doesn't give him time to reply. "Yep that's right right nothing! Now listen to what your daughter has to say." He lets me step forward.
"I don't need you."

Dad leaves, Chrissy and Harmoy follow. Chrissy hugs me and Harmoy flicks me off, but fuck her anyway.

"Fucking dick." I love Gaynor, he really cracks me up.

*****

Thank god he left. I cannot believe that prick is related to me. Me and Gaynor go to sit down. I really need a break, just from life. I used to think that New York was this magical place where all your dreams come true. As a kid, I saw all these famous people coming here and making there life something. I mean sure, some things are okay, like getting a job, meeting the girl of my dreams and her brother. I need to get out, all this shit happening, a rogue murderer, Nick the perv, Brandie's stupid bipolar.

"So, is that dick really your dad?" Gaynor says as I sit down.
"No, I just call him Dad and he acts like one." Gaynor gives me a look.
"I'm sorry I'm just ti..." I'm cut off by a high pitch screem. A familiar high pitch screem. Chrissy

I run outside to find Dad with a gun held to his head. The man holding him was in all black. You couldn't see any features that stand out on him. His black suit was stuffed with cotton in many different places so I can't excatly say what his body type is. He holds something up.

"Charlie this is a bomb remote. I have attached a bomb to your father and if he moves in anyway shape or form, he'll explode into many pieces of burnt flesh and warm blood." He is wearing a voice muffler, I can't make out his voice.

Chrissy can't move, Harmony is on the ground in shock. Dad is sitting extremely still. Aware not to move a muscle.

"I won't push the button, unless I see authorities, and then I also have a bomb on me but mine isn't motion sensored. Bye bye gorgeous." He leaves in a car with no number plates, no paint colour and no roof.

Gaynor is physically sick, Chrissy is next to Dad as well as Harmony, and I'm stuck in my own thoughts, hatred, sadness, anger.