(This is how I imagined Charlie.)
Charlie's POV
"Sir,your ten o clock is here" I nodded as I send my ten o clock appointment in.
The color drains from my face when I see my brother walking in with my parents who looked around pridefully in my 50th floor office room.
"What the hell are you people doing in here?!" I growled angrily as I stood in front of my so called brother.
We were both the same height now. I managed to look intimidating as we stood at the same height now. My scowl prominently evident, as my washboard chest coated suit heaved up and down as I tried to control my pent up anger.
"Get the fuck out!" I spat in his face as I clenched my fists wanting to punch him so hard for letting his best friend do those things to me that left me haunted my whole life.
"Charlie please" he begs but I move away tapping on the telephone for my PA's landline
"Send the security guards up. Now!" I yelled as I turned it off again.
"Please...." He begs and I shake my head watching my styled hair blew over my face.
"I want you out of my office,out of my fucking building! And out of my fucking life!" I ran a hand through my hair as I looked out the glass sky scraper.
Never!will I ever forgive or forget whatever the fuck!they want to say! How dare they show themselves after my success! Where were they all those years I needed them!
Those who aren't by your side during your failure should most definitely not be there for your success.
"Charlie please!we're your parents!" My so called mother said as I looked away tucking my hand in my suit pocket.
Call me cruel but I don't fucking care. What's cruel is the memory of every humiliating moment I spent in their presence.
"Charlie!fucking talk to me Charlie!please! I need you!" He growls as he tried to get off the guards hold.
I put my hand up and they stop.
"Gentlemen, please escort them out. Just leave him" I nodded to my so called brother.
"Speak. You have a minute" I said looking at my Rolex wristwatch.
"I need help! The pack is falling apart and I need your help. I need a loan. The second pack house ran outve funds and I can't finish it. The first one burned down when the rogues attacked years ago. Please Charlie,I need your help" I looked up at him from sitting by my desk.
Ugh! Just give him what he wants. Then he'll leave us alone
"I'll help you. But once that's done,you leave us alone" I said as I took out one if my cheque books.
"Yes....wait-!.........us?!"
"I'm coming back to the pack,one last time. And as for us?who'll meet them soon enough" I said and he smiled at me.
"Thank you so much Charlie. I'll get a job and pay you back every cent....with interest of course"
"Whatever. We'll be arriving at the pack house first thing in two days time" I said hoping I don't regret this.
