Back To The Hellish City

CHARLOTTE'S POV:-

I was packing my bags when Charlie came to my bedroom. He laid on my bed and was looking at me with that puppy look on his face. He showed me that face whenever he wanted something from me. That day, I already knew what he might be wanting to ask me. "Don't give me that look, Charlie. I already know what you want and my answer is no!" I didn't even ask him what he actually wanted.

"Oh, come on, Mama! You can't do this to me. You know how much I have always wanted to visit the big city, Toronto." He tried to argue with me. But then again, he knew well that he couldn't win any arguments with me. It was the same with his father.

Looking back, memories that I held so dearly a few years back, were now as bitter as the poison. It was unusual how I loved my son who was the spitting image of his father. Yet, I hated the man who gave me that greatest gift of my life. "Don't be childish, Charlie. I am going there to work and you can't come with me." I repeated myself again wi