traumatized minds, luke hemmings

father dearest.

[ Charlie Abbot,
September 4th, 5:01 AM ]

The car ride was awkward and filled with silence as I held a water bottle in my right hand and an Advil bottle in the other one.

I cleared my throat and looked down at my hands.

"Is that a hickey?" My dad asked.

I glanced at him and said, "Yes."

He simply laughed. "You remind me of myself."

I scoffed lightly and rolled my eyes. "I'm nothing like you."

His face dropped from the small smile he had on his face and cleared his throat. "We're gonna go to my house." He said, "It's nice."

"Yeah?" I said, "Did you kill people to get it?"

He exhaled a breath and said, "I'm not who I was a year ago. I'm different. I don't do bad things anymore. I pursued my real estate degree I got in college and began working. I have a fiance."

I snorted, "I highly doubt that, Oliver, It's been a year and a half since I saw you. How can you have a fiance already?"

"I got straight to a new life," He answered, "I started looking for you too."

I went quiet.

"Take the Advil." He softly said, "You'll thank me later."

I rolled my eyes but took the Advil. I stayed silent continuously as we drove through a really nice neighborhood, which confused me a little.

I rolled my eyes but toko the Advil anyway. The whole way into the nice neighborhood, I stayed quiet. I was a bit confused when we entered a nice neighborhood, though.

"You reek of alcohol and sex, Charlotte." He complained.

"I didn't have sex." I stated. "And no shit, I'm drunk."

I took out my phone to see how many texts I had and It was dead. I threw my head back in annoyance. "Do you have an iPhone charger?"

"Yeah." He said, handing me the charging end of the iPhone charger in the port and I plugged it in quickly.

"I bet your uncle is freaking out." Oliver commented.

I shrugged. "He doesn't care. Probably doesn't even know I'm not at home," We began to pull into a driveway. "He's in the hospital."

"He is? Who are you staying with?"

"Doctors from the hospital." I responded, "But, they caught me smoking and yelled at me for a couple hours and tried to make me feel bad that Vincent is shit. So, I left. I got drunk and high, made out with someone, and, the cherry on top of the shitpie, reunited with daddy dearest."

"Oh." He deadpanned, "Are they freaking out?"

"Would you freak out if you saw that the teenager in your care is missing?"

He didn't answer my question. Instead, he got out of the car, took my bag from the backseat, and led me to the front door.

"Where are we?" I asked as I looked around the front yard.

"My home."

We walked up to the front door and he unlocked it. We entered an entryway, hearing a TV show on, and children's voices.

Oliver opened the front door and pushed it open. As we entered the entryway, I heard a TV going and children's voices. Suddenly, a woman appeared from the corner and rushed into the entryway.