The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

My heeled shoes moved fast along the familiar stone pathway and I grumble under my breath about falling.

“I didn't kiss her this time, I swear on— on my soccer games! You know how much I love those, right? I didn't kiss her, she kissed me today.” Charlie's voice yells as we enter the apartment building and I roll my eyes at his all too familiar antics. “I really really mean it.” He adds.

I narrow my eyes at him, challenging him with my hard stare but as always, he never does give up in his games.

I sigh and run my fingers through my used to be curled hair, now it currently resembles a messy birds nest.

“I'm sorry but you've brought this upon yourself, young man. I've told you from the very first time, do not touch her, she is not yours and you are not hers but you never listen to me! How long have you both been kissing lips?”

I question and try reasoning with the small guy as I push the key in and yank our door open, allowing him, like the boss that he is, to walk in first, smiling at the sight.

He shakes his head no, causing his blonde hair to flop as he makes his way over to the kitchen with me quietly and patiently trailing behind his small body clothed in grey.

Charlie is in love with the color since his spotted a shirt that he treasures more than his life in that colour.

It's absolutely maddening going shopping with him now days because he is so goddamn picky and fussy about everything and anything— okay, maybe it's not soo bad but it's also a cute show to watch him act like his much older.

“Jacobi might come for you again, aren't you scared of him, baby? His like two years bigger than you.” I say.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, waving the idea off as if it's the most ridiculous thing his heard of and he has heard alot of crazy things, apparently. “His a whimp.”

I gasp. “Charlie!”

He smiles smugly up at me and I groan.

I grab a hold of the steel table before bending down, trying to get these goddamn death traps off my aching feet.

“I hate your school.” I sass him and he sasses right back at me with a, me too, but I don't blame him because they demand formal punctuality and all that jazz— really it means, I have to dress up much older than I look.

Now, I look like a thirty year old instead of a twenty two year old. It's another maddening thing, I swear.

I've lost count at how many times I've been called over there for him. If it's not fighting then his out on the ground, kissing girls or trying to escape the damn place— and at the point, I don't know what to do with him. I've tried talking but, obviously, he doesn't listen that much.

Charlie has completely changed, for the worst and I am left questioning my parenting skills, it's fucked up.

And I don't even know why.

I'm nice and soft and kind.

His mean and moody and so fucking angry.

Once the heels are off, I gesture for him to follow me and thankfully, he listens to me this time and silently follows behind me as we walk towards the lounge and sit down.

I grab his small frame and plop him on top of me, facing me. I gently caress his handsome smug face and sigh.

“Nora.” I start, shaking my head.

“You can't keep kissing her or anyone else like that, Charlie. It's wrong, you're only five for gods sake, why are you even lip locking?” I dramatically cry and he pouts.

His hands form into little fist against my chest and his eyes darken when I look back at him. I raise a challenging eyebrow up at him but he continues to give me his mad and angry look that I completely ignore, obviously.

I lower my head so that we're staring eye to eye, “Do you want to hit me, Charlie?” I softly ask and he looks away.

He has anger issues, serious and major ones.

A heavy sigh flows between us and I throw my head back, I have nothing to say anymore. I really don't understand what's wrong with him. He used to be so sweet, he still is, but now he focuses on his anger more. It's so awful.

I feel him move against me and then I feel his sugary breath fan across my face making me snap my eyes open.

“You have to go to the cafe.” He quietly says.

I shake my head no and he frowns.

“Charlie,” I loop my arms back around him in a tight hold. “You have to tell me what's bothering you. I am not your enemy here, I hope you know that. I just want to help you.”

He brings a hand up to my face and runs it slowly down, smiling to himself. He does that often and randomly.

The door bell rings, disturbing our moment and he let's out a little groan then jumps off me and throws himself next to me, wiggling around like a caterpillar but I know what that means. His annoyed, again, at the person behind the door.

“Why don't you like going over?” I ask, getting up.

He sits up on the couch and looks at me with his most serious face. “That woman gives me too much of ice cream and I fall asleep most of the way there and sometimes I don't get to see brother.” He rushes out.

I smile down at him, my heart clenchs hard and I shrug. “Maybe his just busy. You're only going for a few weeks and it's your second time. It might be different this time.”

As I speak, I pray to god for him, that it is different.

I've learnt that he really does love his brother.

And he probably listens to him too.

He stands on his feet, not bothered by the dirt under his shoes and his hands go on his hips. “Well, why can't you come with me then? I don't like being without you, Phia.”

I turn around, my back to him and walk towards the door, ignoring his question. I don't have an answer for him, what would I even say to him, that his brother left me or that no one wishes to see me there— both are so breaking.

“I don't like London much.” I mumble under my breath.

The knocking starts again, only this time is much louder and heavier. I quickly yank it open, revealing the dark eyed woman. I smile at her and she returns it. It's fake, so fake.

“Charlie, come here.”

Dragging of feet is heard as he makes his way.

He stops in front of me with a death glare on his cute face, he focuses it on the woman. “Georgina.” He spits.

I softly nudge him. “Be nice.” I scold.

Immediately it's like a light switch turned on him because he smiles so wide, anyone can see its forced and internally I curse myself, knowing full well his about to say something mean. I go to stop him but his fast— too fast.

His good, I'll admit.

“Wow. It's like staring at a real live mummy, the ugly kind.” He softly murmurs, gaping up at her and she gasps.

I open my mouth to apologize for his rudeness but he kicks me hard on my leg and shakes his head at me, “Don't do it.” He mouths at me and I glare down at the child.

I have Satan's son living in my home.

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It skipped two years, BTW.