the 3rd period was going by slowly and I was eager to get to the next class which I shared with chad and to go to lunch ,I really wanted to talk to Chad because the guilt was consuming me .
I just can't let him know about Charlie , I will go through whatever torture he will put me through but no one must know . I know defending my bully seeems a bit extreme but If hurting me takes her pain away I'll take it .
10 years ago in the 1st grade Charlie was new and we never got any new students during the school year . When Charlie came to the school that year I had to show her around and be her temporary friend that meant I had to help her catch up with the school work and do a few projects with her .
one day I had to go to her house to complete an overdue project with her , we were perfectly comfortable together until that one day .
I could tell it was a bad idea for me to go there when my mom drove through their neighbourhood . when we pulled up to her house I wanted to tell my mom to drive us back home but she was already waiting for me outside and she saw us pull up .
the house was horrible it looked like it could come down any second . the paint was peeling off the wall , the windows we're broken and it was awful .
she was so happy about me coming , I just couldn't turn back . my mother left and promised to come back in two hours so we made our way into her house . the inside was worse than the outside there was barely any furniture and everything was either old , dirty or broken . The yellow floral wall paper was now brown and peeling off the wall .
she escorted me up to her room or so I thought it was a room , it was a small closet with a light hanging from the top and an old mattress and pink blanket , I sat down and pretended it was the best thing I had ever seen just to make my only friend smile .
she was very excited she even showed me her only toy , which was a 30 year old teddy bear that her mother passed down to her .
about 30 minutes went by until we decided to get started on our work , we we're building a house out of ice cream sticks , and we had the entire thing planned out .
we we're about halfway done until somebody came into the room, a very tall man with shaggy blonde hair , brown eyes , and a very unsettling smell of vodka , or at least I think it was vodka , thats all I could read from the bottle he had in his hands .
he yanked Charlie off of the 'bed' and forced her out of the tiny room into a bigger room where he told her to undress then he had his way with her .
watching it happen sent me off edge , water running down her once rosy cheeks and she just laid there almost like this happened often , I couldn't begin to explain the pain coursing through my veins as I watched my only friend being raped by someone I don't know , and the fact that I just stood there made me feel so much worse.
he finally finished with her and left the room still oblivious to the facts that I was standing there the entire time . he stumbled out of the room without looking back at me
Charlie stood up and slowly put on her clothes whimpering from what I assume was the pain from his aggressive assault on her fragile body , I snapped back to reality when I started whipping away tears I didn't even know had fallen .
before Charlie could say a word I had wrapped my hands around her and I let her cry on me as I wrapped my arms around her in a warm embrace .
we didn't say a word to each other as we finished the project , the only thing she told me was not to tell anybody or else she would be in trouble .
I didn't know what to do or say I was 7 years old for god sakes , after we finished , I patiently waited for my mom to come and get me , I saw her car pull-up from the window nearby and I quickly got on my feet and I left without saying a word to her , silence was far much better than saying the wrong thing .
I took the project with me because I knew it would be a lot safer in my hands .
when I got to my moms care she immediately noticed my puffy red eyes and the lack of colour in my skin and she interrogated me for answers and of course being the truthful person I was I told her everything .
she eventually notified the police and when they took yhe matter into their own hands they arrested the man .
who was later to be known as charlies mothers boyfriend who raped charlie every day since she was 5 , her mother was a drug addict who settled for leaving Charlie with that man to get her daily fix .
although he paid for all their needs he still wanted something in return which was to use and abuse charlie anyway he wanted and her mother let him have her .
eventually word got out and everybody knew , and of course Charlie blamed me and for the last ten years she has showed her hatred for me through physical and emotional violence .
which is exactly why I can't tell chad anything if he knew , and Charlie happens to find out that I told him I will be ddone for
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I'm so so so so sorry for not updating the book I've been really busy , and I know I seem like a total ass
and I know this chapter is short but at least you know why Charlie hates lori
sorry xxxx
-charmaine
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HATING TO LOVE THE BAD BOY
Teen FictionA sweet , shy anti-social girl ( Lorianne )meets a broken boy (Chad) and even though they meet in the most outrageous circumstances and go through a lot of shit together , they find out that their love for each other burns brighter than all the s...