Teenage Dirtbag(lesbian stories)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7- Charlotte

Can someone say 'Happiest day ever?' I skipped all the way home with the biggest smile on my face. Rosalie is amazing. So maybe it was possible that i could have a friend in Rosalie. I mean, why not right? If she didn't truly want to be my friend, she wouldn't have stood up for me would she?

Or maybe she's just nice. Whatever it is, i like her.

I go inside still smiling only to have it knocked off by a deathly sight.

Charlotte. Her hair is short and little bit more managed than mine, she has a small but strong frame and dark brown eyes.

She's standing, arms crossed, in front of the door with a frown very present on her face. Was she waiting for me? I wreak my brain trying to figure out if there is anything i could have done wrong over the last couple of days.

"Good evening Charlotte." I say slowly.

She doesn't respond just stands there lips pierced, eyes glued to me.

"Um...I...have...Home-work...So.." I say beginning to walk around her.

I'm half way to the stair case when she calls me back.

So close.

"Mary Alison?" Her voice is calm. Not calm like she's not utterly pissed off. Calm like...'Haha. This is my murder voice.'

I pause turning to face her. I know i shouldn't be nervous, i didn't do anything. But Charlotte has a way of putting that kind of of fear into you. "Yes, Charlotte?"

"I'm going to ask this once." She says, talking slowly like I was a child and I wouldn't understand if she talked too fast. I'm not going to lie it felt like that sometimes. "Whose is this?" She holds up a small baggie with green stuff in it.

I close my eyes and breathe. Leah."And don't lie to me Alison! Just tell me the truth and you won't get in any trouble." Liar. I think to myself.

I know that Leah doesn't smoke often, however she is the only one who does weed in the house. I feel my heart start to pound in my chest, I can't rat Leah out. She'd hate me.

"It' mine!" I say before i can think. I know no one would do this back for me in a million years, certainly not Leah, but she gets in more trouble than i do and i don't think i could stand seeing her hurt anymore. She's the closest thing to family i have in this shit hole, even if that was very far from what an actual family member was like.

"It's yours?" She says her voice still calm and quiet.

"Yeah, Totally. I do drugs all the time. Haha. That's me. A junkie..."

Her eyes shoot up to meet mine. That was a bad move, but i couldn't help it. Jokes in a serious situation weren't ever a smart idea yet they always found a way to leave my mouth.

I shift uneasily so all my weight was on my left leg.

"I don't believe you! Who are you covering for?" She narrows her eyes at me. I cringe.

"Why are you underestimating me? I said it's mine then it's mine. Who the hell could i be covering for? No one likes me in this shit hole!" I growl. She leans forward and slaps me in the face then pushes me to the ground.

"I always knew you were trouble kid." Charlotte says. I can't help myself, not even when the little voice in my head is telling me NO!

"Is that a Taylor Swift reference?." I ask covering my face. She kicks me in my stomach. I cringe. "I'm sorry!" I choke out. I can taste the blood in my mouth the next time she kicks me.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT DRUGS IN MY HOUSE?" She yells.

This is how serious she is about drugs. Last thing she wanted was for people to think she was harbouring a bunch of druggies.

She takes off her belt and hits me with it. No one comes to my rescue. No one comes to watch, in fear that they might get beaten as well. This was how it was in this house most of the time, everyone fends for themselves. Standing up for someone was rare. Taking a beating for them...even rarer.

She throws her hand back and forward again causing the belt to lash painfully on my skin. I'm sure i wouldn't have any scars but a few bruises instead. She never hit hard enough to leave scars.

I cringe and try to hold in my cries the best i could. Everyone has a limit though and Charlotte wouldn't stop until i was screaming out in pain.

"THIS TIME MARY ALISON, YOU WILL FUCKING LISTEN WHEN I TELL YOU NOT TO DO DRUGS IN MY HOUSE!" She lashes out and whips me until i can't hold it any longer and i cry out.

"I've learnt my lesson!" I swear. "Please...stop. I won't do it anymore!" Tears are streaming down my face.

"No, No. No way, Mary Alison! I know you were lying to me! No matter how good at it you think you are! That was for the drugs, this is for lying to me. And after I've repeatedly reminded you not to." She slings the belt on my already tender skin again. My torture continued.

(I'd love to continue and find more creative forms of ass whooping to deliver to Alison but i'm just gonna stop here 'cause violence apparently 'irks' some people *stares at Anika* or so I've been told)***

I sat in my bed still sore from Charlotte's beating unable to even move to lay down. It's a little before dinner. As usual Leah is missing, but i can hear everyone else moving around quite loudly.

"Mary Alison!" Heidi knocks while walking in. Who does that? Why knock if you're just gonna walk right in anyways? Doesn't that defeat the point of knocking? "Charlotte says to come down stairs." She says.

"I'm not hungry!" I say.

"No, There's someone down there for you! She's tall, really pretty, looks like a fucking model." I stare at her blankly. Not only was it strange that there was someone here for me, but also the fact that i have no idea who she's talking about. I mean, how many people did i know that looks like a fucking model? Um, Quite a few. "For Heavens sake, She lives like...right across the street."

I jump up a bit quickly, causing my muscles to scream in protest.
But it's Ariana  I whine to them.

"I'll be right down." I say rushing to put on something longer to cover up my bruises.

She nods.
Ariana is at my door step.
Ariana is at my door.

OK, so the earth is outta whack today.

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Chapter Question: What's your bravest moment?
Mine was...when I killed lord voldermolt and saved Hogwarts and the world.
Yes... I know, I'm awesome. No need to thank me, keep your pants on ladies.... Unless you're Rihanna, in that case please feel free to take it off... in my room... on my bed... in chains... *whistles innocently and walks away*