Charlotte Rose

Charlotte Rose Tomlinson grew up the normal life. If the normal life includes having a full passport by the age of four and going on tour with your superstar father. Sadly her mothers and fathers relationship came to an end and ended up with her mother getting into a serious car accident which meant that Charlotte had to live with her aunt in London and help take care of her sick mother.

Eventually, Charlotte wants to live her own life and do things her own way. She becomes romantically involved with the schools bad boy and her whole life is thrown for a loop. Will her life ever be the same?

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1. Promise

London is grey. The dark heavy clouds hang over it like a heavy quilt when a mother tucks in her child on a cold night. The fog hangs over the streets when you walk through it you can feel it on your skin. You can't read street signs from far away, you have to get right up to it, that is London. I grey city with beautiful churches home to the queen and the rich and famous.

 

I walk on the sidewalk hearing my heavy feet slap against the pavement and feeling water on my calfs with every step I take. The wind blows pushing my hair in all different direction. I pull my skirt down just so it passes my knees so by the time I get home Aunt Camile won't scold me for 'looking like a tramp'. I pull my small mirror out of my pocket and wipe my red lipstick off my face so I only have on mascara.

 

As I trudge down the sidewalk I hear girls giggling from the other side. I look to my right and I see Daisy. She goes to my school, and rumor has it she sleeps with teachers to get good grades so she can get into a good university. And my Aunt would think I was a tramp for wearing red lipstck and having my skirt come up a little bit above my knee, sheesh! I got up to my street deading when I'd have to open the front door to see my mum in her usuall spot in her wheelchair watching soap operas and having Aunt Camile getting dinner started and Uncle John be at work. What I really didn't want to do was see this man by the name of Harry. I've been seeing him a lot lately. He's been visiting my mum lately and he tends to ask me a lot of questions. Aunt Camile says that he's one of my mum's old friends and that he's been in town.

 

Before I know it I'm standing in front of my front door. I turn the knob slowly and dish soap and cake fills my nostrils when step inside. I see my mum, her dead pale green eyes glued to the t.v. She doesn't blink, you just see her eyes follow the actors on the screen. Her mouth open ajar and her head tilted to the left drool seeps through her mouth and drips on her shirt making a dark burgundy stain on her red shirt. I slam my satchel down on the floor waiting for a reaction to come out of her but she doesn't even blink. "Hi mum" I say finally.

 

 

"Hi Lola," she says weakly not even looking at me. That's not even my name but at least she said hello. The living room in my house was always dark when my mum was in there because if the lights were on she'd scream 'the world is ending Lola make it stop!' and then one of us would have to rush to the light switch and flick them off so she would stop screaming.

 

 

I made my way into the kitchen where I found my Aunt Camile bending over the sink washing dishes. "Hey sweetheart, how was school?" she asks placing a plate in the sink.

 

 

"Same as every other day. Boring, but thank God it's Friday," I say and my Aunt Camile laughs.

 

 

"You won't have to be there too much longer honey, just one more yeah and you'll be off to university if you wish," She says. I go on to ask her about how her day was and she said that it was good and she tried showing my mum pictures of people from her past and she flipped out so she put the photo album away. Suddenly the front door opens and closes and my mum says 'Harry!' from the other room.

 

 

"Brooke, how are you doing?" he says cheerfully from the living room.

 

 

"I'm good," she says with an evil laugh. I look at Camile who shakes her head.

 

 

"I hate him more every time he comes here to visit her," she whispers.

 

 

"I know me too," I say with a sigh. I hear as his heavy footsteps slam on the floor and how they continue to get progressively louder with each step. With each step my heart beat beats faster. I feel my four head break into a sweat and by the time he's standing in front of me if feels like when I speak my heart is going to come out of my mouth.

 

 

"Hi Charlotte how are you?" He asks taking his long old leather trench coat off and putting it on the back of a dining chair. I nod my head, refraining from making any contact. "I guess I should assume that you're good then eh'?" he says.

 

 

"That is what a nod means." I say with an attitude.

 

 

"Well then are you excited for the weekend got any plans?" Harry asks his raspy deep voice ringing in my ear. I finally look up and he holds me in his stare like a mother holds a newborn. I can't get over how attractive he is for an older man. His hair is brown and it's brushed up, grey hairs poking through a little from the roots.

 

"No sir, I'm not." I say looking him in his mint green eyes and then looking back down at the ground.

 

"Well hopefully soon you'll have something to be happy about," he says exiting the kitchen to serve my mother some company. 

 

"Pssst," my Aunt Camile whispers. I look up she has her hands on her wide hips she looks at me confused.

 

"Huh?" I say. She takes off her gloves and throws them in the drain and makes her way over to me her brows furrowed. 

 

"What did he say to you?" she asks.

 

"He said, 'well hopefully soon you'll have something to be happy about'" I reiterated. She cocks her head in confusion.

 

"Wonder what he meant by that-" Suddenly time stopped and Camile ran into the living room. My mum was laughing violently and then she started coughing. 

 

"Okay Brooke, you have to calm down, Charlotte babe, can you grab me a rag please." I jump out of my seat and rush to the counter for the rag. I run into the the living room, remember not to turn on the light and hand the rag to Aunt Camile who holds the rag to my mum's mouth while she coughs. I look around the room. Harry stares at my mum like she has five heads. He walks into the kitchen and grabs his coat throws it over his shoulder and walks out the door. My mom regains her composure and notices Harry as he walks out the door.

 

"Harry no!" My mum cries this time throwing up. I clench my hands in a fist. 

 

"Dammit Harry!" Camile yells cleaning up my mum's vomit trying to console her. I run out the door and look for Harry's tall slim silhouette walking down the sidewalk or at least to his car. When I finally see him I start running towards him. The sky has not cleared since I came home from school. I run, feeling the air in my lungs slowly disintegrate with every long step.

 

"Harry!" I yell. He turns around and looks stunned. "Stop!" He stands still as he shoves his hands in his front pockets. I get to him out of breath. I stare at him. "Why'd you do that?" I say.

 

"I can't...she's just...not the same as-"

 

"Well what do you expect? I mean she's crippled, suffers from memory loss and is schizophrenic what do you expect?" I say raising my voice.

 

"Don't yell at me Charlotte Rose," He says sternly. I look at him through squinted eyes.

 

"Excuse me? You're not my father, please don't address me by my full name. Besides that, who are you and what do you have to do with my mother? Why can she only remember your name and not even her own child's?" I ask.

 

"I don't know. I can't help that. Maybe it's what we used to have or...I don't know. I couldn't tell you that." He says looking at me.

 

"How does she know you Harry?" I ask getting frustrated.

 

"We used to date a long time ago." He says finally with a sigh. "I was there...the night she got into the accident..." My mouth drops to the floor. 

 

"D-d-do you know why? What happened to her that night, why did she do that?" He places his hands on my shoulders and kisses my cheek and turns around and walk away. What was a kiss supposed to mean? I start to run after him again but he gets in his car and speeds off before I get the chance to punch him in the face.

 

I walk home alone in silence. I'm in no rush. My mum is probably screaming her head off right now. I take my time on my way back home watching cars zoom past me in a rush. Why am I the only one taking my time with things it seems. I turn when I hear someone crying. More of a girl cry, not a women but a girl. I look down an alley where the cry was coming from. I see a girl sitting there with blonde hair sitting on the wet floor still in her school uniform. It was the same as mine. I didn't want to bother her, figured that she was sitting alone in an alley way for a reason. Maybe it's her safe place, I say to myself as I continue walking.

 

There it is again. The dreadful door that opens up into a world that I don't even know. I don't know the rules, I don't know the mystery behind it all. I'm just there, serving as a person who just takes up space. I open the door and my mum was in her usual spot, eyes glued to the t.v only this time when I walk in she notices me.

 

"Lola, I missed you." 

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