“Charline Caroline Evans where have you been?” Charline froze in her tracks as her mom’s voice was heard right behind her.
Fuck. She was screwed. Charline tried to look for an escape. The stairs was too far away and her mom was behind her so she couldn’t flee anywhere. She was trapped.
She sighed. Maybe she could play the I swear I will do better- card again?
“Out.” Charline tried with the lame excuse she always used.
“Turn around.” Charline spun around on her heels since she knew she was stuck and had nowhere to go.
“Charline Caroline Evans where have you been?” Her mom repeated the question.
Her arms were crossed over her chest and her brown hair was in a lazily done bun and she stood there in her bathrobe. Her mom clenched her jaw as she waited for Carline’s response. Charline knew her mom was angry and wouldn’t accept anything else than the truth. But if Charline told her mom the truth things would get even worse and all Charline wanted was to sleep.
“Can we take this tomorrow please? I’m super tired.” She tried to smile like she usually did when her mom caught her.
She waited for her mom to drop her arms and shrug her shoulders and give Charline a sharp look before she would go to sleep again. But her mom didn’t drop her arms and let Charline get away. Her mom just stood there. Silent. Waiting for an answer.
“I-I-” Charline tried to act confident but she mumbled and shuttered. “I didn’t do anything!” She went into defense mode while she saw how her mother tensed.
“Charline Caroline Evans what have you done?” Her mom didn’t even care where Charline had been anymore and Charline knew she was fucked.
Charline looked everywhere but on her mom while she tried to make the story as innocent as possible.
“Fuck” She whispered under her breath.
It wouldn’t work. She would be in trouble. Big trouble.
Charline watched as her mom spoke on the phone. Her mom mumbled, nodded and said a few words while she kept her gaze on Charline. Her mom was still in her robe and a few hair stands stood out of her lazily done bun.
Charline tried to act cool but her leg was bouncing up and down and she bit her lip as she continued to watch her mom walk back and forth in the kitchen. Charline was fucked. She knew it. Like it wasn’t even fucked, she was fucked fucked and she had messed up big time. Or it wasn’t Charline that had fucked up; it was the other fucking shitheads that bailed at the lake.
She dragged her hand through her slowly fading purple hair. It was short, only to her shoulders as Ana had cut Charline’s hair last week- it seemed like a good idea at the time when they were both drunk but now it was uneven and it annoyed Charline that the hair was short since it always ended up being in her face and blocking her view.
Her heart was racing. Her hands was sweaty and she hated the feeling nervousness gave her. She swallowed hard. Her mom walked back. And forth. Back. And forth.
She watched her mom mumble and whisper to her dad outside the kitchen. Her dad glanced a few times over at Charline. His stare was hard and his lips tight. He was mad. She saw him nod. She watched her dad whisper back to her mom. She watched as more and more hair feel out of her mom’s bun. She watched the clock go from close to five too soon half past six. One last nod from both her parents, and then they were done. Judgment time was here. There was nothing Charline could say or do. It was over. She had fucked up for good this time. The limit Charline thought was fake since her parents for years had said the same thing ´We’ll talk about this tomorrow´ and they never had or they had had a serious talk and said it was bound to come consequences and it never gotten to that point. It had been all talk for Charline all these years. She thought the limit didn’t even exist. But she was wrong.
Dead wrong.
“Charline we’re done with all bullshit. We’ve talked to the police. We know what you have done. The limit is reached.” Her mom started.
“We’re sending you to private school”
And just like that Charline’s world was shattered.
AUTHOURS NOTE: oooooooooh Charline's fucked lol it would be nice if you could like spread this story and comment and vote for it bc it would make me happy and i love you guys very much bye have a good day
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