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I need a long ride to clear my head. I needed to think. I told the guys to head out to the clubhouse and that I would be back later.

I needed to be alone.

CHAPTER 7

Charlotte

Ihated lying. It’s been a little over two weeks since I went to the clubhouse party with Heather. I had to lie to my boss this morning. There was no way to hide the split lip and black eye. Not to mention that I was wearing a sling. I couldn’t tell them that my brother beat me until I blacked out or that he continued to do it for two days. So I lied, like I always do for him. I told them I was in a car accident out of state. They believed it.

The only person who had a problem believing what was wrong was Heather. She was at the party that night and she saw how my brother was. She kept telling me that if I needed help that she was there for me. I knew it was her way of saying I know what your brother is doing and I am here to help.

I couldn’t bring anyone else into my drama. I didn’t want anyone to be hurt on account of me. My brother is a psycho. No one knows this but we used to have two beautiful baby huskies. They were like my babies. One drunken night my brother killed them. He buried them in our backyard. I know he did it to hurt me and it worked. Ever since then he has been the monster he is now.

“Hey girlie, how are you doing?” asked Heather. Bringing me out of my trance of thoughts.

“Hey Heather, everything is good. I can’t wait to drive again. I hate riding with my brother. He is such an asshole sometimes.”

“Yeah I can only imagine,” there was a small pause. “You have a patient in room bed five asking for you,” she said.

“Oh? Who is it?”

“It is Mrs. Jackson. Do you remember her?”

“Yeah, of course, I remember her. Oh my gosh, what did he do to her now,” I said as I rushed over to bed five.

I opened the curtain and saw Mrs. Jackson there looking healthy and happy. My jaw dropped and I smiled.

“Mrs. Jackson! Wow, you look great. How are you?”

She smiled at me. She looked like a different person. She was happy. “Hi Dr. Charlotte,” she said. Everyone called me Dr. Charlotte even though my name last name was Worthington. She continued, “I just wanted to thank you for giving me that extra push to not be in my relationship anymore. I saw how it was damaging to my kids, I called the police the next time he touched me and I filed charges. He is now in jail awaiting sentencing.”

She got up and gave me a hug. “I am so glad to hear that. Is everything okay?” I said looking her up and down, she was in the hospital after all.

“Yes, I just wanted to see you. They wouldn’t let me in unless I was a patient so I told them I had a cold.”

“Thank you so much for coming to see me,” I hugged her. “Please if you need anything don’t hesitate to come back to the hospital.”

I sighed. I felt a pang of jealousy mixed in with my happiness for her. She was finally free. If I could ever be that free I would take the chance, I think the only thing that would let me be free is if my brother disappeared from my life.

Five hours later, my brother came to pick me up. I got into the car and gasped. He was completely bruised and beaten.

“Charlie, what happened to you?”

“Nothing, you bitch,” he said. He slapped me.

I brought my hand up to my face where he hit me. He opened up the cut on my lip again.

He drove in silence. I tried to get as close to the door as I could as possible. I saw his knuckles on the steering wheel and they were turning white from his grip.

Twenty minutes later we were home.

I got out of the car and walked into house straight to the kitchen to make dinner. Charlie expected me to have dinner on the table in an hour.

I went to the fridge, pulled out some steaks and vegetables. I grabbed a cutting board and a knife to slice the veggies.

Charlie walked in and had a look on his face. “Dinner will be ready in twenty,” I told him.

He walked up to me and punched me right in the stomach. “You couldn’t keep your legs together could you, you had to go cry wolf to the Corrupted Saints, didn’t you. You spread your legs like the whore you are.” He punched me again on my already broken ribs.

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