A Short Story : A Story?

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Charlie’s mom said quietly. She didn’t even realizing what her son just said. Of course, Charlie

Charlie was known to have the personality that was always bright and talkative. Charlie had the lowest skill level out of all his “friends” and he didn't understand how real friends should treat one another so he never thought anything of it. Charlie felt good about himself but he wanted to be smart and know what his friends and other people around him knew. He was ready to learn and he wasn’t scared because he pushed fear away; he just wanted to know what it was like to comprehend what was going on in the world. The

“No, you can't make me come with you. I don’t want to face it,” Genevieve screamed.

“I missed you, Charlie!” he shouts. He is the only person I know who calls me Charlie, if you don’t count the “Charwi” from John.

‘’Sorry, I don’t really feel like going anymore, could you maybe drive me back to the hotel? ’’

"Best not to finish that thought," she agreed. Mostly in the interest of getting him to leave her alone, she decided now was a good time to give in and go to that stupid group session. On her way past him, she said, "By the way, just so you know, my husband isn't going to be able to make it this weekend."

“Where will I go when you aren’t here?” Sarah said, her voice breaking a little.

“Alright, well… I’d better be gettin’ back home now anyways. I’ll see you later, okay Savannah.”

Spinning on her heel, Charlie marched back over to the man, dragging a chair out. “What did my father mean ‘the threat’s been eliminated?’”

“I’m sorry,”” Charlie said, pulling Elliott closer to her, “I didn’t realize we were missing.”

“Nah, you know, Josh, I’m not all that into just staying here.” She gave the impression that she wanted to go.

“Yeah, hello. Who is this?” My voice was rough and scratchy from the early morning. “Oh hey Charlie, where? Oakwood Meadows, got it, I’ll call up Ethan and we’ll be down there in a few. You can fill us in when we get there. Bye.”

After the first few times of him offering to listen and Charlie remaining silent, she finally began to open up to him in stuttering bursts, describing to him horrible things that would surely drive anyone mad, until he couldn’t bear to listen any longer. That was when he would attempt to kiss away the pain, letting her take control as she took comfort from his body.

Charlie didn’t bother to answer me, he just said, “From here we’ll have to walk a little stretch, so help me get the stuff we’ll need out of the trunk.”