Charlie 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

"Thanks for your concern. I’m doing well." Charlie’s lips curled into a smug grin. His son Trent had been left in a near-vegetative state after Alexander’s brutal beating, and Charlie had been waiting patiently—biding his time. Now, with news that Alexander’s memory was impaired, he saw his opening. A chance for revenge. "I heard you’ve gotten close to some little designer lately," he said, as if making idle conversation. Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly. "I’d like to invite her over for coffee," Charlie continued smoothly. "She must be something special to have you so obsessed. Makes a man curious. Tempted, even."

“I’m not sure that’s a compliment. Perhaps you should try being a child for a while. There’s quite a bit of fun to have in it.” Charlie considered his words. He had a point. Why was he always consumed with concerns of the grown up world? He was only fourteen. Before much longer, he’d be off to study at a high school and then a university. Then, he’d be forced to pay attention to more important things. So what if Mary Margaret hadn’t written him back. Maybe she was too busy being a child. “Race you to the fence line!” Charlie yelled, and without giving Walter a chance to process the dare, he took off sprinting as fast as he could. A bit of spontaneity could actually be a good thing, he decide

Charlene gave a slow nod and sat down, but her feet continued to tap the ground aggressively. “Be careful.” She whispered as he walked out of the house. “Brian?” He spoke into his phone, entering his car. “I need Mason's location immediately.” Meanwhile, Charlene couldn't get herself to calm down. She drank some water and tried to relax but nothing seemed to be working. She paced from one end of the room to the other, tears streaming down her face and her heart racing. She couldn't help but wonder what Mason would do to Harry. “That man is a maniac..” she mumbled to herself. “He doesn't care that it's a child, he'll hurt him.” Her lips quivered, and tears trickled down her face again.

I whispered. “It isn’t all about you, for fuck’s sake Cora!” Charlie snapped angrily, taking me by surprise. “This was another thing. This little princess act. The spoiled little girl, expecting everything she wants, I had thought it was sweet once upon a time, but when it was me having to answer all those demands, it began to become tiresome pretty damn quickly. I mean, look at me, Cora. Look!” He motioned to himself laid out on the bed. “This is because of you. Us. The mess we created. I was already having doubts as we drove. We need to go back. Face the consequences. I need to get treatment at the hospital on pack. And knowing they brought me back from dying like they did, made me realize