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.

P.S- Any movellian who is under the age of thirteen should not read this story. It contains sexual content and I do not want this movella removed. It is very important to me as being that the subject of cancer is very near to my heart. I trust that everyone will be honest about this and respect my wishes and the websites.



The knowledge I learned from my parents and Chuck's was almost unimaginable. I did believe in the paranormal but come on a family of witches? In Europe? How original! But I did look into their eyes and I saw the truth reflecting back at me. I couldn't believe this witches were after us or a gang? Which was it? It could be both I guess. I looked over to Chuck and he was rubbing his temples on the bed. 


"Do you think their telling the truth?" I said sitting in the fetal position and hugging myself on the rocking chair. I watched him think about his answer for a couple seconds then I returned to looking out the window. Not in the usual sense as to see something peaceful, I was paranoid I was looking for them the ones who kidnapped me and Iva. Finally I heard a sharp intake of breath as if someone was about to speak and I returned my watchful, paranoid gaze to Chuck who was watching me.


"I'm not sure what to believe anymore Amelia. Their story seems to be valid especially the dates and the timeline." He got up from the bed and went to the door and shut it softly, he didn't want our parents to listen secretly. "But witches? A whole god dang family of witches? Plus gang involvement? It seems unlikely."


"Yea so is your twin brother appearing the same day you died and came back to life."


"Your right of course we should believe them I mean they are our parents." Yes they are our parents, but they had lied to us our whole lives. I mean even if they were telling the truth it would be like the story the boy who cried wolf. I mean what if they aren't telling us the whole truth? What if there was no witches but just a really powerful, and very stealthy gang? But what choice did we have? We had to believe them. Our parents, it didn't slide from the tongue like it used to, now it got stuck there as if gagging us into saying something else like our liars, or our decisive people we happen to live with. I looked over to Chuck and he was pacing. Running his hands through his hair and looking over to me and gave me a weak smile each time. I get up and go over to him, forcing him to stop his pacing and I hug him, and he holds on to me as if the world will come crashing down around us. 


"I was so worried Amelia, when Amanda said you had disappeared, my world stopped spinning, then she said Iva was gone to, then everything froze. My whole meaning of life was gone. The only reasons why I was still here were gone, kidnapped. I almost died until Amanda called the police and was told you were fine and on your way back already. I didn't know how to react. I love you. Even with that news, I was worried as hell, what if they got intercepted, what if they got into an accident, what if. Then you pulled into the drive-way, I saw you give Iva to the cop and you ran to me, me and I kissed you over and over making sure you were real."


"When I woke up in that van and I saw Iva next to me and my phone in my pocket and a crowbar next to me, I knew what to do. I hit the passenger in the head and before the driver could respond I hit him and remarkably I parked the van. I got out of the van, Iva in my hands. Worrying about the gang members in the van still. hoping I didn't kill them but also hoping they wouldn't wake up any time soon. I called the cops. They arrived and arrested them and took us home."


"Do you remember what they looked like?"


"Yes, one was blonde and burly and the other was scrawny and had black hair. Oh they had tattoos! It was a dragon bursting through a ying yang symbol!"


"They had the same tattoo?"


"Yes, same color too. But what does it matter, their in custody."


"True you know just for reference."


"You think we might be kidnapped again?"


"Anything can happen."


"Is your lymphoma gone?"


"I was wondering when that question would come up. No its not gone and it will never be gone. They said the other day I only have a few months left. And I get to spend them on the run from this so called gang."


"We're not running, we are going to fight."


"Okay." he started coughing again and I led him to the bed and he sat down and looked into my eyes and almost to apologize he kissed me and fell asleep. I removed his shoes and socks and changed into my night dress and got into to bed, cuddling as close as possible to him. The whole night I was tormented by nightmares. Dragons, and wars. Tombstones always a cemetery. The battles would always be on top of a cemetery. 


I was woken up in the middle of the night by Chuck, 


"What?" I said rubbing my eyes of the crustiness. 


"You were mumbling...again."


"I was talking in my sleep? What about?"


"Mostly, stay away from him, take me instead. Iva NO!!"


"Oh I was dreaming about things."


"No you were dreaming about my death and those gang members."


"How did you?"


"Know? You did this nine months ago as well and only a couple months ago and a few weeks ago when we saved Kyle."


"I'm sor-"

"No don't you apologize its my fault it started when you learned I was dying,"

"Oh Chuck please I've always had bad dreams. But your my dream catcher they weren't as bad this time." that seemed to calm him some and he laid down on the pillow, pulling me with him.

"I love you. You know that I would never leave you intentionally right?"


"Yes," I cuddled my head against his shoulder. He draped his arm around me and continued


"It wasn't my plan to die while I was eighteen. I wanted to die of a ripe old age of ninety. With you at my side. Like in the Notebook."


"I don't want  Alzheimer disease Chuck. But it has to be better then lymphoma."


"It must be. Although you wouldn't remember me or Iva."


"I think I'd take Lymphoma. I want to remember you." He was quiet like I didn't know what I was talking about. Finally I heard a cry. 


"Iva is awake." he whispered. 


"Yep I know come on." I got up from the bed opened my door and was face to face with......

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