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.





When I saw that Andrew and Margaret were the doorway I cried...again. I think that tipped them off that something was wrong and the fact that Chuck wasn't here. They ran over to me and I collapsed in their arms. Margaret stroked my hair soothing me, my mother was on my other side. Andrew and my father were comforting me with their own tears. Amanda was in the corner on Chuck's bed crying with Iva in her arms. Finally after what seemed like hours I said between sobs;

"Chuck wouldn't want us to cr-ry he would wa-ant u-us t-to b-b-be str-trong for him. H-he would want us to make arrangements ments for him."


"So its true. My baby is dead?" Margaret asked.


"I was here when it happened. When they told me he needed surgery I knew he wasn't coming out. When the nurse said to go and pray I didn't know how. but now I think what if I did pray? Would Chuck still be here? I blame myself, the baby was a bad idea. Chuck wasn't strong enough, last night he got up with the baby and didn't wake me up. I think he was vomiting last night and didn't want me to know."


"Oh sweetie we don't blame you and you shouldn't blame yourself. Give it a couple years and move on. It's what Chuck would want." I looked at her, she wasn't crying like the rest of us. My mother I knew she hates me because I got pregnant. Because I went out with Chuck. But she has to get over it. I need her.


"Margaret why aren't you crying like the rest of us?"


"Chuck and I already said our goodbyes. He came to me in a dream last night."


"Oh." I forced a smile when the doctor came in. He looked just as heartbroken as the rest of us and I knew just like that that this man was Chuck's cancer specialist. He was in charge of Chuck's chemo and radiation treatments.


"Amelia, Margaret, Shelley,Andrew, Mark. Please follow me." I must've looked as confused as I felt because he furthered explained, "for the reading of the will."


"So soon?" I looked at Amanda and asked "Why isn't Amanda coming? She was his best friend."


"She isn't listed in the will."


"But my parents are?"


"Yes. Their his god parents." that's why mom was so upset about it all. I followed but not without glancing over my shoulder at Amanda who was crying over everything that has happened. I followed the doctor to a secluded part of the hospital where all the private offices were. He led us inside one that said 'Dr. Phillip Sanderson MD PhD' I cried some more. He gestured to some chairs and we sat. I saw the pictures of all his surviving patients. Some looked like hobos, drug addicts, and criminals. Why didn't Chuck survive? The doctor looked uncomfortable.


"This isn't my permanent  office my other one is being repainted and fumigated. Okay lets get to work."


"I, Doctor Phillip Robert Sanderson promise to give every ounce of information inside this will, of Mr. Charles Lawrence Taylor. 


I, Chuck Taylor give everything in my name to my fiance and soul mate Amelia Jean Murrey.


To my parents I give my baseball card collection.


To Amelia's parents, Mark and Shelly Murrey I give you my love and collection of stamps that once belonged to you. 


And to my best friend Amanda. I have no idea what to give you because this was written during that fight."


"Everything. Doesn't that mean doctor bills?"


"No. The money was donated."


"Oh." I looked into his bright green eyes and a flash back hit me.


Flash Back:

One night we were at the movies, he told me something.

“Amelia, I need your help.”

“What is it love?” He looked deep into my eyes as if searching for my soul. Finally saying

“I need you to do something before I die,”

“What the HELL are you talking about Chuck? We’re seventeen.”

“Sweetheart I only have about a year left not even. I have a serious case of Lymphoma.”
So he wasn’t getting bored he was dying. I felt the tears before they spilled over. I understood now why he chose the Tearjerker 7 movie and not the WE LOVE LOCO PERSONAS. He knew I was going to cry.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to make my last months memorable, filled with love and your beautiful face. I want you to find someone new when I go.”


“I’ll do what I can.” I forced a smile.- “Do you have a bucket list?”


“I- A what?


“You know a bucket list, a list of things you want to do before you die.”


“No, I’m doing everything as I go along.”


“Well is finishing this movie on that kind of made list?”


“No,” he laughed. We got up and left.

We went to the park. Hand in hand talking about the past six or seven love filled months, that would end in his unfortunate death.


End of Flash Back:


When the memory had ended I was in the hallway going back to Chuck's room. I fell to the ground and broke into uncontrollable sobs of grief. All the time thinking 'why me, why Chuck?'  I didn't hear it when the nice man came over to help me up. I don't even remember his name. But I remember his eyes. Those silver blue eyes, Chuck's eyes. But Chuck is Dead. how did this man have his eyes? Maybe I'm seeing things, I'm going to go into the room and Iva's eyes will be indigo again.


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