Dear angry bitch feel free to get your shit and get out of your overrated husbands place. I’m sure one of your prison bitches would love to put you up for the night. Sincerely dude with a giant ego.
But I was just joking. How about Chinese for dinner?
You don’t have to be a jerk, gosh. Chinese would be perfect though.
WOMAN, quit bitching and go make me a sandwich.
I hate you, I really do.
Scarlett/Charlie -|- Married Life Problems
As she lounged, legs dangling in the air and her head hanging off the edge of the couch Scarlett examined the world as it would be turned upside down. She felt all the blood rushing to her head as she examined the tips of her hair counting her split ends while delusional degrees of boredom set in. Maybe I can burn something she contemplated, kicking her legs over as she flipped off of the couch her boots landing on the table knocking it over with a reverberating bang. A lamp shattered on the ground, the crystal pieces reflecting the light from the lap above it. She paused for a moment to examine the disaster she had made in the living room as Chinese delivery boxes sat on the floor half empty, blankets lay scattered from her attempt to find comfort, and now the table rested on its side, its contents on the floor and the broken lamp glinting. Scarlett shrugged casually kicking some of the shards underneath the dark leather couch before exiting the room.
Charlie had promised to be home hours ago, yet again he left her alone in the house waiting for him. While each day since her escape from the prison compound she had been able to sleep a little more, she was still plagued with a fear that she’d wake up in cuffs again being carried off into the darkness never to see those she loved again. Yet being an escaped convict made enjoying her life in the carefree way she had previously done made life more difficult, she had to be cautious to hold onto her freedom. She envied how Charlie could venture out into the city as himself without having to mistrust all those who walked by or fear that his power would be stolen again. She was granted little time with her mutation and now she treasured it, being forced to live without it for so long had left her freezing and losing herself. The warmth gave her hope, it gave her something special that made her different and reminded her that she was still alive.
Charlie was her link to the world because of him she had been aware of what was happening outside the iron gates which contained her. She had never blatantly thanked him, but she didn’t think that he expected her too. Somewhere along the lines he had become her best friend, the one person who completely understood everything about her, and the only person who believed she wasn’t guilty for her crimes but would forgive her even if she was. He knew she wasn’t always as strong as she portrayed herself as and had broken the news of Ella and Jonathan’s psuedo relationship as gently as he could. He kept her connected to the life she had once known and prevented her from losing herself entirely Walking past the door to her own room, Scarlett walked straight into Charlie’s chamber which had been meticulously tidy before she arrived.
Flopping onto his white duvet with no regard for how carefully made his bed was Scarlett rolled herself into his blankets letting out a moan from comfort. His Macbook sat on his bedside table, a creeping curiosity overcoming Scarlett as she crawled slowly towards paranoid that Charlie would suddenly enter the room to find her snooping. As the laptop sat on her lap, Scarlett waited for a moment listening to the sounds of the house but only hearing the sounds of the endless rumble of the city outside. Smirking she opened the screen, squinting at the bright light which shone from the screen in comparison to the darkness she had been consumed in all day. When Scarlett pupils had adapted to the light, she immediatly regretted snooping for the last thing Charlie had been reading had been a New York times article raving about Mayor Beaumont’s charming girlfriend speculating whether the rumors of their engagement were valid. Scarlett quickly placed the computer back where she found it and brought her legs to her chest. Somehow both Charlie and herself had lost their better halves. In a city where the population was booming neither of them actually had an inkling of hope to fall in love with a stranger for they would spend the rest of their lives yearning after the one that got away.
A single tear falling from her eye, Scarlett threw a pillow over her head blocking out the sounds and surrounding herself with a darkness. Suddenly, Scarlett heard her name being in the main room. “Fuck off.” she groaned as she curled into herself, hoping sleep would grace her again before he stormed into the room all in a huff. He was comedic when he was angry, his face flushed and each word enunciated as if he feared she wouldn’t understand him. “Quit bitching, I’m sleeping. Go away, you shit.” she laughed cowering in fear from the light and throwing the white pillow which was now smeared with her eye make up at him. “For the millionth time, it’s not my fault the maid thought she was a damn ninja and appeared out of nowhere and scared the fuck out of me! Maybe you should have warned her that she wasn’t supposed to chase me out with a goddamn broom like the rest of your whores!” Scarlett defended herself thinking back at the charred remains of the ashes of the small Asian woman who had the misfortune of dealing with post traumatic stress Scarlett who was still adapting to having her power back.
“I hate you.” She reminded Charlie as she rolled out of the sanctuary of a bed, throwing her black t-shirt back on and dancing around the room as she pulled up her skinny jeans. “Where do we find a fire proof maid?” Scarlett teased walking towards the still pacing Charlie whose face resembled a cartoon character with steam flying out of their ears. “What has got your panties in a bunch, Fabio?” she laughed crossing the room stepping over a fur blanket she must have kicked in her slumber. Placing her two hands on his cheeks moving her hands up and down causing his whole face to move, she watched a slow smile creep onto his face. She knew that however much Charlie hated everything Scarlett did, he loved her twice as much. “Alright hubby, calm your man tits. Let’s go shopping and I promise I won’t hold you hand.” She laughed linking her fingers with his to taunt him once they locked the door behind them. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
His eyes darted around the room in frustration as he shook his head at Scarlett. Granted Charlie seemed to find himself in a constant state of frustration. Looking in on Charlie’s life from the outside you’d think he had it all. He has a spacious apartment in the financial district of New York amongst the young rich bachelor types like himself. For a single guy who used to live by himself it was rather large in size. Most would say it was too much room but Charlie didn’t care, the bigger the better. The more obnoxious the better in this case. Its was modern in every aspect right down to every clean hard line of the apartment, a far cry from the warm and welcoming feeling of the home he once knew, that’s what Charlie wanted though something that wasn’t a constant reminder of everything he once had that was now lost. There were no warming pictures hanging on the walls of friends and family, in their place where over prices paintings by some overly pompous artist in Brooklyn. Charlie suspected that Scarlett probably felt better here as well, he couldn’t imagine that she would want any reminder of there home because like him she had her own scars and issues to deal with it when it came to the place they once called their home.
Finally finding the words to speak Charlie rolled his eyes and held up the New York Times in his hand. “You are ruining my sex life with every moment that you are here. Its bad enough that I don’t even get to be fed but now everyone knows I’m a married man.” Charlie said tossing her the paper with the news on the cover of page six. Then the whiny five year old came out in Charlie. “You won’t even sleep with me and now you are cock blocking me, god damn it Melrose.” Charlie said as he stamped his foot and had the biggest pout on his face. It wasn’t fair really, if she was going to be a cock block was give him a pity fuck or at least a sympathetic hand jump to make up for it. His desperation was showing and he didn’t have the power to find it bothering. “Your name out there isn’t any good but I’m working on a way to get into the system and clear your name. It will be as if you never existed.” Charlie said in a more serious tone now. Everyday Scarlett’s safety was in jeopardy and Charlie wasn’t about to let anyone take her back to jail. Over his dead body would he let that happen. It was strange how protective he found himself feeling towards Scarlett but they were one and the same and while she drove him absolutely mad, Charlie loved the girl.
Running his fingers through his hair. “My guy said it should be done by this afternoon. Although if you keep up the killing spree I’m not going to be able to help you, so try and control yourself please.” Charlie begged. He really wanted to be able to hire a new maid and get the cook back in here as soon as possible and not have to worry about Scarlett accidentally loosing her temper and killing the poor bastards. “Scar, we discussed this. The help is supposed to be seen and not heard. She was just doing her job. Would you rather I get a cow bell for around there necks so they can wake you every time they enter a room?” Charlie countered and shook his head knowing he shouldn’t have even brought it up because she probably would make him do such a ridiculous thing. “Never mind don’t answer that.” He held up his hand hoping to stop the on slaughter of words that was sure to leave her lips. “For the record my panties are not in a twist.” Charlie lied knowing it was far from the truth, seeing Belle and seeing Sara was becoming increasingly harder with every passing day. He just wanted to be apart of their lives once more and he knew it could never be.
“Can we just go,” He huffed wanting to get out of his messy apartment before he had a mental break down over the mess. “Could we at least have bathroom sex or something, road head in the town car on the way over?” Charlie threw out suggestions knowing he was going to be shot down at every turn but it was at least worth a shot to see if he couldn’t get something out of all of his. Giving her a small shove towards the door he directed her to head for the door. “We got to work out this food situation. If I have to put name labels on this shit I will make it happen to ensure that I don’t starve to death while your staying with me.” At this rate Charlie was almost certain that would be his fate. Granted it wasn’t like Charlie wasn’t eating he just wasn’t eating the normal amounts he’d grown accustom to being the bottom less pit that he is. Closing up the apartment door behind him, he clicked the lock into the place and hurried for the elevator texting the driver to pick them up at the front. “Remember we’re trying to fly under the radar please.” Charlie reminded as the elevator doors closed behind them.
Charlie thinks he has the authority to take my tequila away from me.
Charlie thinks he has the authority to take my tequila away from me.