Charlie

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Chapter 1 of my short story 'Charlie'
*unfinished*

Submitted: June 26, 2013

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“You hopeless peace of shit!”

The glass shatters against my cheek, and the familiar trickle of crimson creeps over my already-purple skin. Sudden pain brings me to my senses; after years of enduring this nightly ritual of his drunken brutality, I’ve learnt it’s easier to zone out than attempt retaliation. As my heart begins to palpitate with adrenaline, my weary body preparing for another surge of agony, he slumps on to the floor, overcome with the fatigue of his heavy drinking. My lucky night, I guess.  Stepping into the shower, I don’t feel fear, or frustration. Only emptiness, as the cold cascade runs over my sore skin. Tommy never used to be like this. When he first found me, alone and vulnerable in the doorway of a closed-up betting shop, he was the closest thing to a dad I had ever known; took me for a burger, invited me to stay a few nights at his place. Being 15 years old, with a father I never knew and a junkie mother, the allure of possible affection and kindness overcame the apprehension of trusting a stranger so deeply.  But it wasn’t just a few days. Here I am, 3 years later. His ‘doll’. I should have known better than to believe in the possibility of unconditional charity in this crazy world I live in. That we live in. ‘Cause that day, he didn’t see a hurting, lonely child. He saw dollar signs. Blinded by hunger and fatigue, I was too weak and naïve to realise the trap I was so willingly walking into. But hell, am I paying for it now. Literally. See, the reason he got so mad, why he always gets so mad, is ‘cause I was a ‘lazy bitch’ and ‘didn’t earn enough to make my pathetic ass worthwhile’.  It’s always the same excuse. For his rage, for the beatings. And I just take it. I’ve tried to fight back, in the past when my spirit wasn’t so broken down, but it only ended up kindling the fire of his aggression. Easier just to stay quiet and hope to God he gets tired. Or passes out from the Jack Daniels. You might ask, then why the hell don’t you get outta there you stupid whore. The answer’s simple. Well, simple in words. Charlie.


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