Only You Sweetheart

Charlotte’s arm wrapped around his stomach, as she lazily pulled her body closer as she slept. Her head rested on his shoulder and she let out a small sigh. Suddenly her eyes shot open, she felt sick. She realised the deadly mistake her body had made in her sleep at how cosy she had gotten with the psycho “Shit” she whispered to herself as her head pounded like a hammer to a nail.
She moved her arm away from his body and pulled herself to the other side of the bed, he was asleep he hadn’t noticed her gigantic blunder, thank god. The last thing she needed was him to think that she had warmed to him, that would just be the icing on the cake. Had Charlotte kept looking at his face, she would have noticed the grin that spread across his lips as his eyes remained closed. He had noticed how close she had gotten.


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“Darling, I made you some breakfast” Damon eyes opened and found he was staring straight into his mothers face, his mothers *smiling* face, at him. Her son. It was weird.
“Huh?”
She laughed slightly “Well you don’t have to look so shocked, can’t a mom make her son breakfast sometimes”
“Well … yeah … I … I’m just not that hungry mom”
She looked to the floor for a split second; too many years of neglect had formed a strong barrier between mother and son. She almost gave up … but not this time. He needed her, she knew he did.
“Damon, you haven’t eaten in a long time. I made your favourite bacon sandwich … lots of sauce”
“How do you know what my favourite is?”
“I’m your mom”
Damon snorted slightly but saw the hurt on her face, she was trying. But it was too late to be a mom now, wasn’t it? He was sixteen. Sixteen years had gone by without a proper mom, how long would this reformed character act last before she got drunk again and forgot she was supposed to of turned over a new leaf? she she care that her daughter was missing yet? He let out a sigh. Charlotte.
“Please eat something honey. I’m worried about you”
Damon almost choked, he had never once in his life heard her say that.
“And Charlotte?”
“The police are doing all they can babe”
So she wasn’t worried. Typical.
“Well they’re not doing enough,” he mumbled
“They’ll find her”
“How do you know”?
“I just know. They have to”
Damon noted the tears that had formed in his mother’s eyes.
“Mom?”
She burst into tears, right innt ont of him. Before his eyes, his mom had broken down and was crying over her missing daughters. This was a defining moment for Damon; he awkwardly laid a hand on her shoulder and brought her in for a half hug.
“Your right mom, they will find her. They have to”

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Charlotte quietly ate her breakfast. Bacon sandwiches with sauce, they had been hers and Damon\'s favourites since she could remember. How matt had ever discovered that she would never know, but any reminder of home was comforting. She never once looked up at him, every part of her ached. From head to toe something throbbed or stung or ached or twinged. He ate quietly as well, it was only once she had started to eat that she realised just how hungry she was. It wasn’t long before she had finished. She sat quietly on the bed, her legs outstretched, she still couldn’t bend them nor could she walk properly withwithout support so she chose not to walk at all considering who her support was from. She couldn’t sit up for too long, it made her feel dizzy, all she wanted to do was lie down and forget everything. She needed to go to the hospital, she knew that. She just wondered if he knew that.

He disappeared out of the room with the plates, she sat there quietly. Miserably scanning the room, she noted the phone line switch in the wall in the right hand corner of the room; she also noted the lack of a phone. There wasn’t any form of communication what so ever.

She sat there quietly; it was then that she heard it. An engine, the sound was faint but it was getting closer! A car, a car was coming towards the house. Charlotte jumped up so quickly and dived for the window as the car sped by, she saw it pass the house and continue going. Buts that’s all she saw, her legs collapsed underneath her as she went crashing to the ground. She cried out in agony, as her body hie fle floor.
Within seconds Matt came crashing through the door “What happened?” his face was full of worry as he bent down and cradled her in his arms “Babe, what happened?”
Charlotte didn’t answer, she’d been stupid. She had been so eager to grab the cars attention that she had fully forgotten the fact that her legs wouldn’t allow her to use them. Her bruised body throbbed painfully, she was too fragile to roll over on the bed let alone dive for the window. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“What the hell did you get up for? You know you cant fucking walk!”
He hadn’t heard the car, thank god.
Charlotte tried to talk but realised that she had bit her tongue as she fell, it would explain the blood and pain in her mouth. Life was seriously against her.
“Hosp…it…pit….al”
“No baby, I can look after you … Ssh …. It’s alright”
No, he’s not listening to me.
“Please”
Matt looked down at her, even through the bruises and scratches she was still the most tifutiful thing he had ever set eyes on, he felt a sense of proudness to the bundle cradled in his arms. It was soon replaced with distress; he had caused the pain expression sketched across her face. He hated himself for repeatedly losing his temper with her and if he didn’t do something soon the damage he inflictightight go beyond repair and the thought horrified him. He had to make a decision quickly.

Within the hour, he had explained the plan to Charlotte. He was going to take her to a small clinic a few miles away, where her most seriwounwounds could be treated and she could get some prescribed medication. He had to do something; she was seriously growing weaker and more fragile. The bump to the head had caused some damage; she hadn’t been the same since it happened. He had already convinced himself it was an accident. What he was adamant about was though, was what ever happened woulwould not escape, they wouldn’t be able to magically repair her legs. She still wouldn’t be able to run out of the door again and out of his clutches, she just wouldn’t be in as much pain. But she deserved to be in pain, it was her punishment for trying to escape! He was seriously considering not taking her at all.
So many emotions ran through his head but when she let out a small cry from where he had placed her on the bed, he mind was made up. He would take her to the hospital.


Her name was Claire.
A gang of teenagers attacked her on her way home from work. She is not going to press charges; she knows their parents and has discussed a more private punishment with their parents so that the police needn’t get involved.
She must refuse to take off her jeans completely because no one must see the engraved ‘M’ on her thigh, no matter how much they tell her they cannot tend to her legs properly with them still on.
Matt is her boynd, nd, he convinced her to go to the hospital.

The pair of them entered the clinic, both wearing hats to cover most of their facMattMatt supported her as Charlotte hobbled to the desk.
“Hi, I’m James Woods, we have an appointment with docthah.hah.” The receptionist smiled at them both and led them to the doctor’s office. A kindly Asian woman welcomed them in, offering them both seats.”
“Now Claire, could you tell me exactly what happened?”
Charlotte went through the whole fake rehearsed story of teenage delinquents and her own stupidity at walking home on her own at night. She felt weak, she often to sto stop to gather her thoughts and shake off the dizziness. She was too fragile to be sitting in a doctor’s office reciting a bogus attack. She should be lying down; she needed to be lying down.

Doctor Shah looked at her oddly. “You said your name was Claire?”
Charlotte looked at the doctor worriedly; Matt would kill her if she messed things up. “Yes it is”
“And yours is James”
Matt swallowed hard, eh didn’t like how she was looking at him.
“Yes”
“OR are they infact Matt and Charlotte?”
“What?” Matt eyes darted up. Shit.
“You fit the description perfectly, the police got a tip off that you were in the area, the games up!”
Doctor Shah reached for her phone and dialled the police. “I would like to report the discovery of Charlotte Gellar”
“What, no her names Claire! Claire Yorke!”
“Yes, Mathew Jackson is with her, I believe kidnap and GBH are on the cards”
Matt stood up and dragged Charlotte to her feet and pulled her towards the door only to be stopped by two large men waiting for them.
“You’re not going anywhere. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. Saved. She had been saved!

Charlotte opened her eyes; she was lying on the floor. Doctor Shah and Matt were looking over her worriedly. “Don’t worry Claire, you have just fainted. Everything’s alright” the doctor gently lifted her up into a sitting position.
Everything felt dizzy, Charlotte groaned slightly as her head pounded. She had not been saved; she had in fact just fainted. A dark gloom filled her stomach; she wanted to scream at the doctor. Tell her she had been kidnapped but she knew it would do no good. Not only were they in the middle of nowhere where Matt could make a quick escape with her firmly in his grip, she didn’t want any harm to come to the kind doctor. A promise Matt had made if she spoke a word. A promise she knew he could and would keep.

An hour later, Matt and Charlotte were still sat in talking to the doctor, she had prescribed her medication. She had even given Charlotte crutches and tended to some of her more serious bruises and leg wounds.
“But what I mostly recommend is rest Claire, lots of rest which I’m sure James has no problem giving to you”
Matt smiled at the doctor and then at Charlotte making her swallow hard. Rest and a whole load of misery and mor more like.
“Are you sure you won’t report this Claire?”
“I’ve told her over and over again to report it, but she wont do it doctor” Matt spoke for her, not trusting what she might say. If she let out their secret, the doctor would regret it more then he would. He had no problem bumping off one doctor and maybe a receptionist if it meant not having his Charlotte taken away from him.
There was a board of numbers and letters on the desk. Charlotte’s two fingers were repeatedly tapping the number nine and then one, one, over and over again. She was begging the doctor in her head to look at the board. Pleading with her. Matt gently took his hand in his and rubbed them tenderly “Don’t worry doctor, I’ll look after her”.
He had noticed what she was doing. She would pay for it later.
As they left the receptionist lent over to speak to the doctor.
“Didn’t she look in a bad way”?
“Yes” Doctor Shah answered, “The poor dear got on the wrong side of some unruly teenagers. Wouldn’t it be nice if all of us had such a caring boyfriend to look after us.” She smiled as the happy couple left the clinic.

As he helped her into he car Charlotte noticed his angry expression, he shouted and screamed at her for most of the journey home. Vowing never to let her out of the house again. “You’ll be with me 24/7, by my side in my sight. I can’t trust you to do anything can I?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”
“Your always sorry! You’ll take that fucking medication and then you can fucking spend the rest of the night in the cupboard. And then in the morning, when I’m feeling more forgiving we can make love and then I’ll be willing to accept your apology”
“No Matt, please … every part of me hurts … we can’t … make … I’ll be in too much pain”
“You should of thought about that before you pissed me off so much that I caused you so much pain, just like the next time I have no doubt you’ll piss me off.”
“Matt no”
“Or if you would prefer, I’ll just drag of the mother fucking cupboard and rape you. The decisions yours”
Charlotte realised this was the first time she had been so scared that it had made her speechless because of the fear. He really believed she wouldn’t try and grab the doctor’s attention in the clinic that she would sit there quietly. He wasn’t just angry, he was hurt. Which made him even more dangerous.