Chuck Taylor Must Die

Everything started with a number. Amelia always loved Chuck her sister's best friend and most popular player in school. Having seven girlfriends at once. The girls know which one they are by a number on a piece of paper. But Amelia is number one and the only one. There's secrets only Amelia and her friends can find and finally discover the truth behind Lawrence's disappearance all those years ago. On top of everything that Chuck is dying and needs her help.



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17. SEVENTEEN

I hadn’t noticed that I had fallen back to sleep. Until I was woken by Chuck, I looked to the window and saw that the sun was shining high in the sky. How long had I been asleep? I noticed the TV and the fact that Chuck and I were on the couch. I yawned and turned to him.

 

“Yes?”

 

“We have to talk. Why did you run away like that?”

 

“Oh, I didn’t run away I told you I needed some time! I shouldn’t have taken Iva without telling you and I’m sorry about that.”

 

“I understand your need to get away I do, but please for the sake of my health a little warning next time.”

 

“Of course, I know Lawrence is your brother and all but I hope he dies that would be the best revenge.”

 

“Don’t get justice and revenge confused. Revenge you’ll be just as bad maybe worse than my wayward brother.”I had to admit to myself that he was right. But I wanted him dead! He killed my Kyle and parents! He lied to us, told my sister he loved her and shattered her heart by trying to kill her niece. I jumped from the couch and ran to the nursery I was done talking about Lawrence and death, I needed Iva, and I needed something alive. I closed the door and walked over to the cribs edge and peered down to her sleeping form. Her thumb lazily resting on her drooping pearl pink lips her little chest rising and falling with each of her perfect breathes. I didn’t want to wake her so I sat on the floor and rested my head against the crib bars. I fell back to sleep fairly quickly. I didn’t wake until I heard a soft coo come from the crib, Iva had woken, her indigo eyes staring at me in wonder and then hunger. I picked her up before she could start to cry and hurried to the kitchen where her formula was. I went through the motions of getting her meal, I felt Chuck come in through the cowboy styled doors and sit at the island.

 

“Yes Chuck?” I said testily I checked the bottle with one hand and decided it was warm enough and sat at a chair and began to feed her.

 

“I’m sorry for not trusting you, and I know it was jerkish move to bring up Lawrence.”

 

“It’s fine really it’s just that I can’t deal with that right now alright? I have a child to protect, I’m losing you again, and the people I’m supposed to trust I can’t trust. So excuse me for being pissy.”

 

“You have every right to be that, and I can’t imagine what you went through when I died and came back.”

 

“No you don’t Chuck, I felt as if my world had come crashing down around me, I thought that my life was over and if it wasn’t for Iva I probably would’ve I died from the emotional pain. Then you know what I had to do? I had to tell your mother that you were dead! Do you know how awful that was and all the time my mother didn’t hug me or offer me any moral support just like my pregnancy!” I stopped yelling then and slammed the bottle down, and broke into tears. “I can’t go through that again alone! But I have to, because like it or not I’m going to lose you.” I jumped up Iva in my arms and walked briskly from the room.  

 

Chuck’s POV:

 

I sat there dumbfounded. Did she just yell at me for dying? I slammed my head on the table and just stayed like that, I had no idea how to confront her, or even apologize, how do you apologize for dying and coming back? I think I fell asleep because the next thing I know is my mother shaking me, and saying “Are you okay, please don’t be dead!” only my mother. I slowly eased my way into a normal sitting position and looked at her with a ‘are you kidding me’ look and said sarcastically 

 

“Yea ma I’m talking and snoring I’m so dead.”

 

“Don’t get that tone with me young man! I’m a worried parent and why is Miss. Amelia crying upstairs?”

 

“I happened to bring up Lawrence. This led her to think of the murders, and the fact I look just like him.”

 

“Men never learn! Never, you boys go through the motions of listening you never follow through!”

 

“Oh ma it’s not I meant to make her cry!”

 

“Chuck dear men never mean anything! I should know it took me ten tries to get to my perfect man.”

 

“Pa, pa is your perfect man?”

 

“Well he ain’t perfect but he’s handsome and sweet, and intelligent.”

 

“Well I’m those things too but I still piss off Amelia on the daily basis.”

 

“She’s going through a horrible time, can you imagine losing her? Or Iva to your disease but you lived and had to live a life without her?”

 

“No I couldn’t imagine that.”

 

“Now imagine that her twin sister killed me and your father and the son you adopted while trying to kill Iva and you had to look at her because you love her.”

 

“That would be horrible, that’s what she’s going through huh.”

 

“Yes Chuck so let her deal with it her way.”

 

 

 

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