It's 1989, Virginia, and Charlotte seems to always find herself meddling in family drama, unrevealed secrets and lies. Life's hard, especially for a seventeen year old girl with a troublemaker cousin, an odd and terrifying uncle, an emotionally drai...
Chapter One: A family like ours Part Two: Fatherly love
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Momma didn't even let me help Tara get up from the ground or help aunt Roxy wiping her tears and make up away. She simply got a hold of my arm, she put her handbag in my arms and she pushed me outside of the house. She threw me the keys to the car and she pointed for me to get in it, no more words said. She tries to get rid of me!
I also didn't spoke anything to her, I just nodded and started towards the car.
I thought she would came quickly; that she'll help poor aunt Roxy and after that she'll take care of Tara so that Momma and Daddy can left, letting her deal with this problem. That was the logical developing of the situation, 'cause I had to guess thus they didn't told me anything at all. They never did tell me anything.
A hour past and neither Momma nor Daddy came out of the house and I got really bored. But I couldn't get inside the house to them... And that's when I saw Vinnie stepping out from inside his home.
I lower myself in the back of the car, where I would always stay when Momma was in the car and Daddy drove, and I pray that he wouldn't see me. He didn't have blood on his hands anymore, but his tropical pink shirt was a little smeared at the ends of it. However, his white top from underneath and the golden necklace was completely intact. He arranged himself and his belt, and he slowly leans against the complex's railing. He searches in his pants after someone, and he takes out a not so straight cigarette, but he smokes it anyway. Was that the one that he yanked it from in between his lips, when he attacked Tara?
I once read in Daddy's favorite newspaper, the one which he always reads in the early mornings when he sips on his sweet coffee, that the persons that smoke are smoking because they feel relieved. Apparently, the moment when you
