[BOOK 1]
❝She grew up in an Indiana town, had a good looking momma who never was
around, but she grew up tall and she grew up right with them Indiana boys on an Indiana night. ❞
Charlotte and Billy were best friends for many years. But one drastic e...
Location; Washington D.C. September 20, 1984 (Day 92)
-CHARLOTTE-
Mama's neighbours were all women. They all had normal lives but they all shared one thing in common. Martial arts with a mix of sword fighting. They all were extremely athletic and strong. They all got together to train in our gigantic backyard. They knew how to use arrows, knives, swords, whips.
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When Mama bought me in with them to train. I was struggling. It felt too hard for me that I told her one day I wanted to give up and not train with them anymore. But Mama said I could do it and fight through the pain. She said it won't get easier, you'll get stronger. I took her word for it and continued to train with them.
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As time went by I was able to beat almost all of them at duels. The sword got lighter and lighter as the days went by and I overall felt stronger and happier. I regained the strength I had just like the first few days with Bon Jovi. But it was a much more pleasant feeling. I felt safe.
I heard the phone ring from the living room. I was able to hear it from a far distance, I dropped my sword and I ran inside to answer it. I knew it was Jon. "Charlotte, you know the rules, no muddy shoes in the house," Mom complained.
I groaned and I stopped before entering to take off my sweaty, muddy leather strappy boots. I ran in before the call ended. I grabbed the phone and I said, "Hello!" I said. Vic taught me how to answer a phone. By saying hello since it never told us who was calling.
"Hello, this is Dupont Circle Cleaning, is this Althea?" A man with a deep voice said through the phone. It wasn't Jon. "Uh.," I said and I hung up placing the phone on the holder.
Mom came over, concerned about the call. "Who was it?" "It wasn't Jon," I replied.
"Carpet Cleaning, a man with a deep voice," she said. It was like she took the words out of my mouth. I nodded. "Yeah, they were supposed to come in but they didn't and I tried calling them but they didn't answer. So now they want me," she walked towards the wall phone and started dialling.
