Charlotte Draper, extended.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: October 22, 2011

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Chapter 1

I flicked off the light and took a running start towards my bed. I landed on my bed and threw the blanket over my head and snuggled in. I thought of what tomorrow was to hold. My eyes got heavy, so I gave in and closed them. My eyelids turned red. Someone turned the light on. I opened one eye and let in the piercing light. I looked over at the door and saw who was guilty of ruining my slumber. There I saw Brooke with her hand on the light switch and the other in her mouth. I looked over at my lamp wanting to turn it off. I failed. I regret the day we taught her to turn on a light switch. I sat up and looked at her. She was so cute it was hard to be mad at her.

“Sissy,” She said between her finger chewing.

“Yea?” I said.

“ I had a bad dream, can I sleep in here?” she said pointing towards my bed.

“Sure,” I said moving over in the bed and patting the spot next to me.

She ran over and hiked up onto the bed. I looked over at the lamp on my side table and turned off the light. I lay there trying to get back to sleep.

“You wanna know what my dream was about?” Brooke asked turning over to look at me.

“Not really, I wanna sleep actually,” I said not trying to hide the fact that I was utterly annoyed. I turned over and looked at the wall.

“Tell me in the morning,” I said closing my eyes. I was deep asleep, and happy .

Then, Brooke Screamed. At the top, of her, tiny lungs. But was pretty, much loud enough, to shake the whole house. She was sitting right up and her eyes were wide open. Four thirty in the morning was defiantly not the time for this.

“Brooke, are you okay?” That was a dumb question, I knew she wasn’t. I looked at her to make sure she wasn’t hurt. There was not a spot on her. She was just upset and afraid. I didn’t know what to do.

I stood up and scooped her up in my arms. I marched down the hall to my mom’s bedroom.

My mom was walking out her door when I got to her. Holding Brooke in my arms her breathing was incredible, she was breathing faster than ever, her body couldn’t keep up with her breathing. I was scared for her. I didn’t know what was wrong; I was just hoping she was okay.

“Brooke what’s the matter?” my mom asked afraid for Brooke, just like I was.

I couldn’t stand to see her so scared.

We all went into the kitchen and sat at the table. She poured Brooke some water. She sat there and stroked Brooke’s brown curly hair. I sat there and watched her.

“What happened Brooke?” My mom said looking at Brooke. Brooke’s expression was still the same. Brooke wouldn’t answer; she just sat there, looking off into space, like a zombie. The sight of her just made me shiver.

“I just started screaming, I don’t know why,” she said a little tear produced from her blue eye.

“Mom, I don’t want to go back to sleep,” She said holding her sock monkey close to her heart. Jingle, was his name, we got him for her when we went to the mountains, and she always carried him around since. Jingle was so worn that he had wholes and stains all over him, Brooke never let go of him long enough for my mom to wash and sew him back up , so his recent state was his permanent state.

“I’ m bringing you to the doctor tomorrow,” My mom said to my little sister.

“But we really need to get to bed, com’ on,” she said picking Brooke up and bringing her upstairs.

I followed, she put Brooke back up in my bed, and I climbed in next to her hoping she wouldn’t wake up again, and scare me like that.

My mom woke me up at nine thirty.

“Do you wanna come to the doctor with us?” she asked.

“No, I’ll stay home , I have homework, text me and tell me what it is later,” I rolled over and covered up to go back to sleep.

I got up at ten o’clock. I took a shower and changed my clothes. I went down to eat breakfast. When I was half way down the stairs I heard a rustle at the kitchen table. I thought it was my mom and Brooke.

“Mom?” no one answered, no more rustles either.

“Brooke, what are you doing?” I asked now a little scared.

“Charlotte?” I heard a man’s voice ask. He got up and started walking.

“Who are you?” I asked getting ready to sprint up the stairs.

“It’s dad Charlie,” He said.

“My dad’s dead.” I said my voice shaking.

“Oh, that’s what she told you, she was always a liar.”

That’s when I took off running.

I went up to my room and locked the door, I grabbed my phone. I went into the closet locked and closed that door too. I took my phone and called my mom.

“Hello?” my mom asked.

“Mom, it’s dad he’s here in the kitchen, what do I do?!” I asked, I was talking so fast it didn’t sound right to me, but my mom seemed to have gotten it.

“What how’d he get in? Where are you?” she asked you could tell she started running.

“I don’t know, and I’m in my bedroom closet, moms please hurry and get here.” I said shaking.

“Were at the gas station up the street I’ll be there in two minutes.”

The knocking on the door made my fingertips numb.

Chapter 2

I wasn’t going to let him in. I didn’t have a dad and I knew it. He might have been right outside my door but there was no way I was letting him know where I was. My mom would be here any minute now , then I’d be safe, she’d call the police. Or, she was hiding something, maybe he was my dad. A spark of curiosity ran through my body, all those years without a dad.

“Where’s your dad Charlotte?” my friends would ask.

“Oh, he died of cancer before I was born.” The one thing I said all the time, that’s what my mom told me when I was twelve, now I was fifteen I didn’t know if she was telling the truth or if she was lying. My whole life was a question now. Was he really still alive? Did something happen between my parents?

I was about to stand up and unlock the closet door, but I heard my mother’s voice.

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here, get away before I call the police.” She started yelling my name. I got up and unlocked my closet door, letting the cool air rush into the hot closet. I didn’t even notice how hot it was in that closet. I walked to my bedroom door and unlocked it. Standing next to my mom was a tall man with deep brown eyes like mine, and blonde hair like Brooke’s. Maybe this really was him standing right in front of me, the man I had lived my whole life without.

“Who’s he?” I asked doing a head to toe inspection. He was wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, just and ordinary guy, no weapons or anything.

“Well Charlotte, this is your dad.” My mom said getting more and quieter as she spoke.

“I’m sorry but that’s not possible my father’s dead.” I said pushing past them.

I ran down the stairs. My mom and the man followed me.

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