Save Me

Fudge, I'm dead meat!

OK this is really short i know but things have been out of sorts recently so i didn't have much time to write. i've already started on the next part and i will be posting soon on both this story as well as Forgotten. hope you like this bit. it's how i'd reacte if my brother did something as stupid as Charlie did.

Love, Shay

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Charlie’s POV

How the hell did I get myself into this poop? Oh I remember! That son of a bench, Carl did this! Everything is his fault. He couldn’t stand not having someone in his bed to keep him “company.”

I fisted my hand in anger and nearly punched the wall, but I reined in my anger and focused at the task at hand.

Telling Cella the housing arrangement.

I look down at my jewels and mumble, “I’m gonna miss you guys,” before heading towards the death of one of the few things I hold dear to me.

I knocked on the door and heard Maricella’s muffled voice say, “If it’s Charlie, then come in. If it’s James, go jump off a cliff!”

Great, she’s in a mood already. Just wait till she hears the news I’m bringing. I entered the room and saw her sitting on the floor by her bed, empty cereal bowl next to her and viciously typing on her laptop. Most likely working on her next story.

I cautiously sat down on the edge of her bed a good 2 feet from her “Zone of Terror.” Silence fell between us as I tried to will myself to tell her. Unconsciously I started cracking my fingers one by one and tapping my foot.

“Is there something you needed?” she said, still typing on her laptop.

“Um…yeah…well, no. But yes at the same time.” The typing stopped and I looked at her. She was staring at me like I was insane, which I couldn’t blame her for.

“Spit it out, Lee. I am really not in the mood for your gibberish. I need to finish this and then call Amelia and Tyrone.”

I rubbed my hands together and mumbled, “James is gonna be living with us.”

“Excuse me, what was that?” Ice filled her voice and the look of pure rage told me she heard exactly what I had said.

“Uh, we have a new roommate.” I started to get up as she put her laptop to the side and did the same.

“I heard what you said I just needed to make sure I heard you right.” I lunged for the door only to find myself being pulled back by the neck of my shirt.

Dang I forgot how strong she was.

Next thing I knew I was flat on my back with Cella’s foot pressing down on my stomach, hard.

  “The one question I have for you, my dear sweet twin. Why,” she pressed down harder, “is he staying in OUR apartment?”

“he needed a place to stay while he helped with the band,” I said in short gasps.

“Why couldn’t he stay with Steve?”

“Steve has no room for him. He barely has room for himself and Cassie.”

“Paul?” she asked pulling her foot off so I could breathe properly and partially get up so she didn’t step on me again.

“Sierra can’t stand James, remember. Not after he broke her heart in high school.” Cella began to say something but I cut her off, “He’s going to stay here, whether you like it or not. We need him for the gig that will pay the hospital bill.”

Tears gleamed in her eyes at the indirect mention of mom. “Fine, he can stay but I won’t promise not to fight with him. Is that all? I need to get back to my writing.”

I nodded and started to leave but she stopped me just as I was about to leave the room. “Charlie,” punch in the arm, “that’s for letting him stay here without my consent,” kick to the shin and knee to the groin, “And that’s for using mom as an excuse yet again.”

I fell to the floor in the hallway and her door closed. Down the hall I saw James smirking the doorway to his new room. “Told you she wouldn’t kill you.”

I flipped him off and groaned from the pain.