(Charlie's POV) THIS IS THE THIRD BOOK IN THE FIX A HEART TRILOGY. GO FIND FIX A HEART, THEN FOR THE LOVE OF A DAUGHTER, AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST AFTERSHOCK.
"Who's Charlie?" I asked the short haired woman in front of me. Judging by her face I hurt her feelings. "Who are you? I'm so sorry, what's going on?" She let out a few tears and I felt horrible, I didn't want to hurt this beautiful woman's feelings, she seemed too nice.
"Charlie... You're Charlie." She stuttered. "I'm Demi, your mom."
Charlie? My name is a boy's name? "You look too young to be my mom." I said aloud.
Demi laughed a bit through her tears. She still looked pained though. "I know. You were adopted." I nodded in understanding. "Do you want to go home, Charlie?"
That was the first thing I can remember. It's been two days since I woke up, I left the hospital last night. Demi says I got hit by a car on our way out of Target (which is a store apparently) and my head slammed against the asphalt. Now I can't remember anything.
I sat on the couch in Demi's- Our living room and pet the dog called Anarchy. He was big and had black and brown fur all over his body. He seemed to be very attached to me and I felt bad that I didn't understand why.
"Hey Charlie, you're up early." Demi said as she came down the stairs. "How are you feeling today?" She has asked this everyday. She said it was just to make sure my head or none of my broken bones were in too much pain, but I knew in addition to that, she really wanted to know if I remembered anything.
"I'm fine, my ribs don't hurt when I breathe anymore." I told her, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled and nodded as she sat next to me, though I know it's not the answer she was looking for. "So what are you doing today?"
"We are going to your grandmothers house. I think it's time you met your grandparents and aunts." Demi explained. "Well, meet them again..."
"Sounds like fun. I'll go get dressed." I smiled. Demi nodded and went to move hair out of her face. That's when I noticed that behind her tattoo she had white lines on her wrists like mine. I grabbed her hand instinctivly and compared our wrists. "What are these marks? Where did they come from?"
Demi gasped and looked at me with eyes filled with sorrow. "Uh..." Demi closed her mouth and pressed her lips together, tears escaped her eyes and I could tell I asked the wrong questions again. "They... We... Uh... You... I..." Demi cleared her throat then said "A lot of people have these. They're battle wounds. They show what you've been through, and how strong you are for coming out of it. You're a pretty strong kid Charlie."
"What kind of battle did we fight?" I asked.
Demi pressed her lips together as she thought of how to answer. "A personal one, I'm not sure you want to remember right now."
I decided to leave the subject, I could tell it was a touchy one. "Is Charlie short for something?"
"Charlotte. At least it was, but you legally had your name changed to Charlie Demetria Lovato." Demi answered. "Why?"
"I'm not sure if I like Charlie. Can we call me Charlotte?" I like that name a lot better, it sounds prettier. "Charlotte Demetria Lovato, I like that a lot better."
Demi stared at me with her mouth open for a few seconds and then gave me a small smile, "Of course, love. We can call you whatever makes you comfortable. I just want you to be happy." I gave Demi a hug, I had never given her a hug to my memory, and when I did she held me tightly, almost as if she didn't want to let go. "Go upstairs, you need to get dressed." Demi said as she finally released me.
