Charlotte's Secret

Part 1

       A/N: This is my first story ever so be constructive yet gentile. I just want to thank you for taking the time to read this.This is very unedited so be mindful.  Also the picture is of Charlotte who in my mind is played or based off of actress Rosie Day. Feel free to picture her any way you want that is the beauty of writing. 

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       Alright last semister of my senior year.  I have managed to avoid unwanted attention from my peers. I'm what most like to call a wallflower. And not the hipster cool one like the book, the super antisocial can't talk to people without having a anxiety attack kind. The girl nobody notices who keeps her head down and sits quietly at the back of the room. But thats ok I enjoy the quiet life. I'm not looking for some big adventure. I don't plan on peaking in high scool. Besides tis school is full of manipulative, transphobic, egotistical, jerkwads who don't even know how to use a ditionary. 

      I'm pulled from my thoughts as I pull into the school parkig lot. As I look up I meet his eyes. In that instant my chest tightens, breathe quickens, my palms start to shake and sweat and tears well in my eyes. 

                                                                                   * Flashback*  

"It's late. Are you sure you don't wat me to drive you home?" my dad saysas I pull away from our hug 

"Dad it's four blocks. I'll be fine." I replied resting my head on his chest.  

"I know Lotti,  I just worry about you princess. You know I love you right?" he asks 

"I know that dad. I love you too papa bear." I say with a smile . 

      After saying our goodbyes I started  my journey to the malicious ditator's house als know as my mother. When I was little my mom left my dad and I for some bonafied supermodel wo was half her age. She came back after she ended up pregnant and with no baby daddy. Now I have an eight year old little brother whom I love and she resents. 

      The reaso my dad is so opposed to the long treck is because it cuts through gang territory. It's the reason I carry a six inch seraded blade in my bag. 

      I'm so busy in thought that I completely missed my turn and am now totally lost. 

"What do we have here?" a voice from the shadows asked 

      My hand instantly went to the knife and slowly pulled it behind my back out of veiw from the mysterious voice. 

"Look I don't want any trouble. I was just walking home and would like to continue my trip. So if you will just excuse me." i say while slowly backing away but before I can get to far a hand grabs my wrist roughly. 

"Well I can't let you do that. So why don't you and I go back to my place ad get to know each other." he said 

"Ummmm while I appreciate the offen I'm going to have to respectfully decline." I told him trying to slip from his bruising grip. 

      His grip tightened while his other hand came to my waste and slipped under the hem of my shirt. His fingers slowly ghosted up my side, stopping half way up my ribs. His face comes to the crook of my neck. Lips dancing across my olive skin. 

"Oh sweetheart it wasn't up for deba-"he was cut off by the knife digging into his abdomaon. 

      I drop the knife and take off running to my original destination.