Loving The Unloved (Original Story)

Chapter 33

Charlie was in an unfamiliar car driven by Victor, watching unfamiliar scenery go by but his mind still wondering what had happened. Blood was on his hands and face, growls and snarls still ringing in his ears, the rage that built up in him scared him. But he doesn't plan on changing what he did.

He meant every word. He just wished others would understand. "It's not your fault, Charlie. It was going to happen anyway." Victor said, speeding in mid daylight. CHarlie felt like it shouldn't be sunny right now. With everything that happened, it should be dark and gloomy.

"It doesn't make it right," Charlie said. "I know. I'm sorry." Victor said softly. Charlie ignored it. The man died in his arms, his eyes shining and with a smile. Charlie would never forget that.

"Where are we going? Why aren't we going back home?" Charlie asked. "It's part of the plan. You are going to stay with me for a while." Victor said, sparing a glance at Charlie. Charlie frown.

"Did I mess things up? Maybe I should've killed my father. Maybe I should've become like them. I should've kept my mouth shut." Charlie said. Victor shook his head. "Charlie..." Victor tried to help him but didn't know what to say. It didn't matter anyway. Charlie wasn't going to listen to him. Victor hoped his friend can help out instead.

When Victor arrived at his little home, Charlie and Victor got out and headed in. It was small but homey and well taken cared of. Victor opened the door and welcomed Charlie in. "Welcome to my home, Charlie," Victor said.

Charlie looked around, seeing amounts of dark green, black, and bits of white. "This is a nice place, Victor," Charlie said. Victor shrugged and went to his kitchen to get two water bottles and a wet cloth. "It's no mansion, but I hope you make yourself home," Victor told him.

Charlie sat himself down on the black couch, sniffing the place. Weird, Victor doesn't smell like pumpkin spice, but Charlie smelled it. "Is someone else?" Charlie asked. Victor sat down on the couch as well and cleaned Charlie off.

"Was. He's out right now shopping for food or doing something stupid." Victor said, rolling his eyes. Charlie raised an eyebrow. "You have a mate? Or at least a lover?" Charlie asked, sipping on the water. "No! HE'S NOT... I mean, he's a roommate. Nothing more." Victor said defensively.

Charlie smiled. "Is he a half-breed? Full-bred?" He asked. Victor shook his head. "No, human. And before you asked, yes, he knows what I do. He just doesn't want to hear it. He has this place and I come by whenever I don't feel like being around everybody." Charlie nodded, understanding what he means.

"Was he here when you tried to pursue me?" Charlie asked. "Yeah. He knew about that and he didn't mind. I told you, we're not together. It doesn't matter what I do. And why are we on the topic of me and my life?" Victor asked. "Because I'm going to be stuck here until further notice and your life will have to be my entertainment," Charlie answered.

Victor rolled his eyes, but glad that Charlie wasn't sad anymore. Hopefully, things will work out in the next few days, but even he can't put much hope into that. So he got up to setup Charlie's room that he will be sleeping in. But before he can do that, he turned on the tv and gave Charlie the remote.

Charlie watched him walk away before looking at the rectangular thing in his hand with a lot of buttons. He pressed a number and watched it appear on the working screen. "Woah!" Then the screen changed to something else and the number disappeared.

Charlie smile. He continued to pressed numbers, the screen changing and sometimes not changing. He had fun until his finger slipped and pressed the power button. Charlie didn't realize it and got scared. Did he break it? He just got hear and he already broke something.

He put the object down on the table and wondered what he was going to tell Victor. Victor is going to be so mad, Charlie thought. The door knob wiggled next to him and a blonde boy walked in holding bags of food. Charlie was frightened for a bit while the boy was confused as to why there was a stranger in his house.

Charlie remembered the housemate Victor said and panicked. "I didn't mean to break your screen!" Charlie said. The boy looked at his tv and didn't see anything broken. It was just off. Still confused, the boy called for Victor.

"Victor! I brought food!" He yelled. Victor came out of the room in a muscle tee looking between the boy and a scared Charlie. Victor crossed his arms. "Sammy, did you scare him?" Victor accused.

Sammy sat the food down and smiled. "No. If I did, you would've heard him scream. He said he broke the tv." Sammy said. Charlie was confused. "What's a tv? And I said I broke the screen." Charlie said, not wanting to be accused of breaking something else.

Victor looked at the tv. "You just turn it off. You don't know what a tv is?" Victor asked. Charlie shook his head. Victor realized he has to teach Charlie about most of these things. "Where you find this guy?" Sammy asked, taking out his food. "He's the guy I was talking about.

The Omega for Jasper. Where you get the food?" Victor asked, turning on the tv for Charlie. Charlie was busy looking between the two, studying their dynamic. "From the drug-induced place that sells burgers, good fries, and drinks so they can kill me from the inside out," Sammy said so calmly.

Charlie suddenly wasn't hungry. "McDonald's? One of these days you'll listen to me. Maybe at your death bed." Victor said, stealing a fry. Charlie smiled. So this Sammy guy has a dark sense of humor and doesn't listen to Victor. So far, Charlie liked him.

"Honey, I'm human. I don't have to listen to an Alpha. And stop stealing my fries, Wolfie!" Victor felt his cheeks heat up as Charlie laughed. Wolfie? Charlie was going to save that for later use.

"Don't call me Wolfie in front of an Omega. I'm an Alpha! I get treated with respect!" Victor said, his voice higher than normal. He stole Sammy's fries again. Sammy turned to Charlie and winked.

"Alpha's are just big babies with a control issue and a high sex drive. In this house, Victor is Wolfie and you are welcome to call him that anytime. If he gives you a hard time, tell me and I'll smack some sense into him." He told him.

Charlie blushed and smiled harder. Sammy was starting to become his favorite. "Thank you, Sammy," Charlie said. Sammy nodded and split his burger. "You want it?" Sammy asked. Before Charlie can answer, Victor spoke up.

"No! You're not going to have Charlie put that poison in his body! Where's my food? I'll give him that." Sammy pointed at a bag while proclaiming this McDonald's was the best and Victor don't have good taste.

Charlie took it in. He was going to like it here. But even if this place was good, he still wants to go back to Jasper. He sighed. He can only hope he was safe.