Good Girls (m.c)

03

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. Private school? What did they mean? Did they thought private school was the answer? Would they send her away for months, maybe a whole year to a school far away from here and let her stay there?

“No.” The words were barley audioble that left Charlines mouth but they felt like she screamed them out.

She was not going to private school. She was not going to be sent away for something she didn’t do. She hadn’t even crossed the line, it wasn’t Charlines drugs. She was not going to private school.

“I’m not going.” Her parents stood there. Her dad stood with crossed arms and his lips was thin. Her mom stood beside him. Her hair was a mess around her head. The bun was out. Her lips was pressed together into a thin line. They were pissed. The limit was reached, and that was the problem.

“You’re leaving in five days.”

 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” Charline whispered the word over and over as she walked back and forth in her room.

She was not leaving. But the empty shelves and packed bags told another story. The moon cast a silver light in to the room. The walls looked empty and shallow. Dark. Her bed was a mess. Her purple hair was in a bun that was so bad done half of the hair was already out. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t breathe.

Charline looked over at the digital numbers on the clock on her bedside table. 04.18. The red numbers stared evilly back at her. They were haunting her. Counting down the hours. Mocking her. For each minute that passed the clock stood there, laughing at her. Charline felt sick, pissed and trapped. Her eyebrows was pressed together as she clenched her jaws and took the batteries out of the fucking clock, making it die. The stress didn’t disappear. It was still a pressure over her ribs. It was still hard to breathe.

Her heart was still racing. She wanted to punch the wall. She wanted to break things. She wanted to fucking breathe, but she couldn’t. Her whole world was shattered. Gone. She was leaving in three hours. Leaving everything behind and the thing was that Ana and Beatrice hadn’t even showed up to say bye. Charline thought they would sneak her out of her house and take her to a party or they would sit on the roof all night a share a bottle of wine. Or that they would at least talk. But all Ana did when Charline called her was breathing uneven, moan and try to form a I’m sorry while some dude ate her out and Charline hung up before she could hear him putting his ugly penis inside her. Charline hoped the dude was an ugly one night stand that was really bad in bed since Ana hadn’t bothered to call Charline back or come over since the night she called. Beatrice had talked with Charline but hadn’t sound that sorry. All Charline wanted was for her friends to come over but they hadn’t even bothered to text her in two days.

She couldn’t leave out of the window. She had nowhere to go. She felt lost and disappointed. Weak, when the salted tears started to run down her cheeks. She tried to stop them, tried to wipe away the stupid tears but it only came more and more. Her heart ached. She thought she meant something to her friends but none of them were here. None of them had called or texted. None of them cared enough about Charline to even send her a stupid text. None of them were here when she was leaving for months, and that was why the tears wouldn’t stop. She buried her face into her pillow and dragged the cover over her head. The air was heavy and it was hard to breath under the cover but under the cover she was safe from the world and no one could see her like this. Weak and lost.

Charline felt like shit while she made her eyeliner. Ana and Beatrice could go fuck themselves if they didn’t even care about sending Charline a text. How hard could it be? She was pissed at her friends and if they showed up the minute she was leaving she would just stare at them. Maybe punch them in the face. Or scream at them.

“Good morning” Charlines mom stood in the kitchen drinking coffee. Charline hated the way she smiled. She hated how cheerful her mother seemed to be. She wanted to throw up. She was mad at everyone. Mad at the shitheads from the lake- it’s their fault Charline was being sent away to some school a million miles away. It’s the shitheads’ fault her friends don’t talk to her. She sighed, ignored her mom and took a cup of coffee. Charline didn’t feel like eating since seeing her mom made her sick to her stomach.

Charline could feel her mom watch her every move. She could feel how her mom looked at her, observed her and started at her. It annoyed Charline but it was no use in yelling a ´what?´ and getting in to a fight over nothing. Charline drank her coffee in silence and was hoping her mom wouldn’t speak to her. She didn’t want to get in to a fight since she hadn’t slept well and a fight wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“Charl-“

“Mom please.” She sighed at her mom.

Her mom closed her mouth. She looked kind of sad when she took a glance at Charline before she walked out of the kitchen and left Charline alone.

The room looked empty even through the moving boxes filled with Charlines stuff stood pressed against the walls. The moving boxes left was the one’s she wouldn’t take with her. Charline stood there. In the middle of the room. She felt empty. Like the white walls.

“Charline” She didn’t move when her dads voice called for her.

What if she had sneaked out of her window with a backpack the night before? She wouldn’t be here. She would probably be naked in some dudes bed with a pounding headache and if he was nice, they could have morning sex and then Charline would leave and she would go to Ana or Beatrice house and she would be free living life instead of feeling empty in her room. She didn’t understand why her parents had made her pack everything she had when she was coming back in a few months. Maybe they would kick her out when she came back. The thought made Charline smile. Then her fantasy of having morning sex and living life would be true.

“Are you ready?” Charline rolled her eyes at her dad.

“For what?” She sighed.

“Your new life!” Her dad looked happy as he backed out of the driveway and laughed at his own comment. Charline rolled her eyes at him and tried to keep her comeback inside.

“You wish.” She muttered under her breath as she plugged in her headphones and turned up the music to tune out the talk of her parents and the expectations they had on Charline.

“You can’t just whatever the law.” The comment the camera man had done at the police station spun around in her head. Oh, baby watch me.

AUTHOURS NOTE: Apperently the chapter was done ???? IM SORRY I HAVENT POSTED AND THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING AND VOTING AND COMMENTING STUFF IT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY AND I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT xxx