Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter One.

^^The beautiful Alexis Krauss playing Charlotte so you get a better understanding of what she looks like^^

Charlottes' POV.

Standing underneath the slight lean of a crooked streetlight, I did what I could to sheild myself from the heavily falling rain, shivering because of my lack of warm clothing and the fact that I was already soaked.

Wearing only a pair of black skinny jeans, a lose fitting graphic tanktop and my favourite pair of knee high Converse shoes, it wasnt enough to provide warmth in this harsh winter that had come so early this year.

I had worn my long ebony hair down to cover the back of my neck and partially my shoulders, but having an undercut didnt help my situation either.

I refused to go home, I didnt want to be there while my drunk of a father was...

Usually it was only my mother who was home, high on whatever drugs she could get her hands on and I'd always make sure not to take notice as best as I could.

From what my addict of a mother told me, my father left not long after I was born and occaisionally, every few months, hed suddenly return but never with good intentions.

Right now, I could guarantee that he was beyond drunk and my mother would be shooting up at this very moment. In a few hours, as always, theyd get into an argument and eventually he'd beat the shit out of my mother but she won't do anything about it... she never did...

Thats why I didnt respect her or my father, my mother was a drug addict, obsessed with that man that is my father and my father was an alcoholic and didnt care for me or my mother.

I always figured that because of their long history together and the fact that I was of his blood too, he felt that he had to be involved in my life somehow... no matter what I did, he wouldn't leave me alone...

So thats why I was out here, I didnt want to be at home while my mother was smoking or injecting or even popping pills, whilst my father drank himself into oblivion. He'd be gone by the end of the week, then he wouldn't show his face around here for another few months; thank god.

"Need a lift?" A familiar voice called out from the fancy sports car that had pulled over and stopped infront of me.

I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I saw him, he wasnt some random guy willing to pay me for a sexual favour; it was Markus.

I said nothing as I got into his car, not caring that I was dripping wet and dripping onto his fancy italian leather seats.

I quickly combed my fingers through my hair to unstick it from my face before looking at him impatiently.

"Can you just drive? Just get me the fuck away from here..." I mumbled, looking him over and seeing that he was wearing the hooded Lakers jumper I had brought for him for his birthday.

"Charlie... here" he said softly, shrugging off the jumper and then pulling it over my head, gently carressing my cheek with the backs of his knuckes before looking at my right eye closely. "Jesus Christ Charlie, he fucking hit you again didnt he?" Markus snarled.

I swatted his hand away "No, I walked into a door... of course he fucking hit me. I can handle myself Mark so stay out of this" I sighed, instanly feeling warmer because of the jumper and perhaps also necause of Markus' affectionate display before.

Sure, we had hooked up a few times, he had a thing for me but I didnt feel the same... not the same way he did but I liked him a little... I just considered him to be more of a 'friends with benifits' kind of thing, he was the one person I could rely on, he was my rock, my friend and at one point, my school-girl crush.