❞Tell me how we can help you.❞
❞There's no use, Luke. ❞
Charlotte, or Charlie, Abbot was the daughter of a presumably deadbeat dad and a recently dead mother. While living with her drug addict uncle, she meets her savior, a blonde doctor who pulls h...
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► But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing.
[ Charlie Abbot,
September 5th ; 12:48 PM ]
I stood in the kitchen and prepared dinner for the night. Me and Vincent were having packaged lasagna from Walmart he'd bought a week ago while Strawberry laid by me.
"Charles, can you hand me a beer?" Vincent asked. He sat down on the couch whilst watching football on the TV I paid for.
Wait a second . . . That I paid for . . ?
Oh shit. I quickly grabbed my work phone from my bedside table drawer and saw multiple text messages from my boss. But more importantly, the last text.
[ Annoying boss. ] You're fired. Pick up your last chest next week.
[ Luke Hemmings, September 5th ; 2:01 PM ]
"Can I just say," Michael said, "Charlie's dad is so much more different than I thought he would be."
"I thought he'd be a deadbeat dad." Calum shrugged.
"Me too!" Ashton shouted. "His house was nicer than ours. And we're surgeons."
"I honestly thought he was a part of some bad group and killed Charlie's mom. By the way she spoke about him and her, you know?" Michael said.
"We could look at Charlie's case?" I suggested.
"Lets!"
[ Charlie Abbot,
September 6th ; 3:10 PM ]
I had my hands in my hoodie pocket as I walked toward the cafe I found last week. It was so cold, my breath was visible in the cold air.
I stood in front of the cafe that was hiring. I sighed, "It's the only way I can make money." I said to myself, walking into the cafe.
"Hello! Welcome in," The worker behind the counter smiled at me. "My name is Paris and I will be making your drink today! How can I help you?"
"I was actually wondering if you guys are still hiring?" I asked, going back and forth on my heels.
"Yes! We are, are you looking to apply?" She smiled. "My manager can actually interview you right now!"
"Oh!" I widened my eyes slightly. "Wonderful."
She led me to the back office and opened the door to a fat, old man who was clearly eyeing me up and down. I resisted rolling my eyes.
"Paris, love, who is this?" He chuckled, licking his lips. I grimace inside.
"She would like an interview now," Paris softly said. "I will leave you two alone," She put her hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Good luck."
I wanted to beg her to stay but she left quickly. She closed the door behind her and I sat down in the chair with white stains on it.
"Well hello there, sweetheart," He smirked. "How old are you? What is your name?"
"M-My name is Charlie." I cleared my throat. "I'm 16."
He nodded, tapping his chin. "How about this? I'll give you the job if you do something for me."
He nodded and looked me up and down again. "I'll make you a deal," He leaned in. "If you do it, you get the job."
