Brat

Chapter 25

     I'm not gonna cry over this bullshit. What I need to do is get laid. That was my mistake with the last one. The last time, I just wallowed in self pity, ate ice cream, a bunch of junk food, had a hideous breakout, and gained weight. I'm going to keep my shit together this time. Therapeutic shopping is needed first. Since I don't have the money for that all on my own, it's time to call Jackson for the only thing he's useful for apparently. His credit card. I pulled out my phone and called him, he picked up on the second ring. 

"Yes Charli bean."

"Ew, you dumped me. Don't address me as anything but the name on my birth certificate please and thank you."

"Ok fine. Charli, what is it that you want?"

"I need one of your credit cards." I say blatantly.

"May I ask what for?"

"No you may not. You know where I live. Just bring it over, please and thank you." I say before abruptly hanging up the phone. After that whole ordeal, I changed into some shorts and a sports bra. I started dancing in my living room like an idiot. I heard his car door shut, and I dabbed some of the sweat off of my forehead. I opened the door before he could just put the card through the little mail slot in the door. He had his mouth hanging open as it possibly just dried up. His eyes looked at my body from the top of my head to my toes, and back up again. Honestly, I wanted nothing more than to pull him in by the collar of his shirt, and get it all over every surface in my house; but I've got to teach him a lesson on women. Well, a lesson on Charli Diane Smith at least. 

"Here's my card, Charli. Can I just explain please?"

I took the card out of his hand and said, "Thanks for the card, and no you can't come in." 

"Come on, babe please let me explain? I won't take long I swear." Jackson's eyes looked so sad and pitiful, so I decided to let him in. 

"Fine, come in. And don't call me babe anymore. You lost the right to do that,"  He followed behind me like a lost puppy. "Take a seat on the couch. You've got 10 minutes." I say sitting on the opposite side of the couch. 

"Charli. I just can't have something as taboo as BDSM attached to my name. That wouldn't get me any potential future investors. Especially ddlg, because there are still people who still think that it's somehow connected to incest. I've got far too many enemies who would willingly take advantage of the lack of information about it, and completely ruin me. Maybe this can work if you just acted normal, and dropped all the ddlg stuff." 

   My mind used a few seconds to catch up on what my ears just heard. Oh boy, when it did, I was completely and utterly enraged. I repeatedly opened and closed my mouth in disbelief. I laughed in that breathless way as I stood up and placed my hands on my hips. 

"You cannot be fucking serious. You can't. You have got to be absolutely fucking kidding me." 

"No Charli, I'm not fucking kidding. Look, you're a beautiful woman, and I do still love you. I just can't have you acting like a fucking 3 year old." 

"No, no, no. You're definitely kidding. Me 'acting like a fucking 3 year old' you talk about is a part of me. It's how  I deal with everything I've gone through, and if you think that ddlg is weird, then I'm weird too. You can leave now." 

"Oh please, you're in your early 20's with a house of your own. Your parents probably got you this house, and almost everything in it, excluding everything I just bought for you." 

"No, no, on the contrary you soggy piece of horse shit. See, now I'm gonna do a little explaining. Before I had the fortunate misfortune of coming into contact with you I had a boyfriend by the name of Xavier. He was an abusive piece of shit, kind of like you're being right now, except he had the balls to be honest about it from the beginning. Being beaten everyday, isolated from everybody who wasn't him, raped day, by day, by fucking day! The only  reason why I've got this house is because of the incredible payout from his family. Instead of sending their son to jail, they gave me more money than I've ever seen, and pay for my house, so no you don't need to pay for anything that involves the maintenance of my home." I said finally letting my tears fall.