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She Talks To Angels

5

Charlie bit her lip as she knocked on the door to the room to get her mother's attention. The older woman teared up at the sight of her only child standing before her after so many years.

"Charlie... look at you. You're so grown up." Laura sniffled.

"And you're still an addict I see." Charlie said simply as she walked over and sat in a chair beside the bed. "Mum, you need help. You nearly died and if that's not though to make you change then how about this. You either get clean or you'll never see me again. I'll change my number and you'll never find my address in London. I can't handle this anymore."

Charlie's voice broke and she struggled to hold back her own tears.

"Charlie, you don't understand. I need it. They're in my head all the time and the drugs help." She said.

"For fucks sake, Mum. Do you have any idea how crazy you sound? Enough with the angels and demons bullshit. You're so tripped out on the drugs that you're hearing things. That's it. Nothing you see or hear is real!" Charlie exclaimed.

She had heard this excuse so many times that it was just exhausting to even argue with her about it. All of this nonsense about angels and demons murdering her father when in reality he was just a drunk.

"Mum, please. There is a treatment facility in London that I can take you to. They'll help you. Please just come with me. I can visit you every day and you can get better."

"I can't. I have to wait for Micheal."

"Dad is dead, Mum!" Charlie cried, tears streaming down her face. "He's been dead for years now, but I'm still here. Your only child is here and she needs her mum."

Laura's heart broke as she watched her precious little girl's heart break right before her eyes. She could see how worn out and miserable her daughter was and for the first time in years she realized that her daughter was right. She had to put her child first.

"Okay... I'll go to the treatment center." She finally spoke as she opened up her arms. "Come here, baby."

Charlie choked out a sob and immediately moved to her mother's side, curling up beside her on the bed as she finally let all of her emotions out that had been bottled up inside her for years. It had been a real struggle since she left and she had been so lonely and miserable on her own in London. People tried to approach her and make friends with her, but she was far too cautious and struggled to trust people so in the end they always left her. It had gotten to a point where she just stopped trying and went through each day like a robot on autopilot.

Laura was released later that day once the drugs had fully left her system and although it was still a struggle for her to not immediately have a line the moment Charlie brought her home she chose to put her daughter first and dumped the last of her stash down the toilet. Charlie was relieved and proud of her mother for doing that, glad that she really was putting an effort in to try for her. For the first time in years Charlie felt like she actually had a mother.

"I'll go pack your bags. Why don't you go get something to eat." Charlie told her mother.

Laura nodded and while she went down to find something to eat Charlie packed up a couple suitcases of her clothes and toiletries to take with to London tomorrow. As she zipped up the last one her phone rang and she smiled softly when she saw Harry's name flash across the screen.

"Hey, Haz." She greeted, only to be met by a frantic voice on the other end.

"Where are you?" He demanded.

"I'm at home. Why?" Charlie frowned.

"You need to get out of there now!"

"Harry, you're scaring me. What's going o-"

Charlie was cut off when she heard her mother scream from downstairs.

"Leave us alone!!" Laura screamed.

Charlie dropped the phone and rushed downstairs just in time to see a man snap her mother's neck like it was a toothpick. She screamed which caught the attention of the intruder. He turned to her with pitch black eyes and she immediately recognized him from her dreams.

"No..."

Charlie's heart raced and as she turned to run up the stairs the man suddenly appeared in front of her and before she could even react there was a sharp pain in her belly. She looked down to find a dagger sticking out of her with fresh blood seeping from the wound. The man only smirked and pushed the weapon in deeper as he angled it upwards, causing Charlie to choke up blood that was filling her lungs. The weapon was pulled from her body and her body gave out on her as she slumped against the stairs fighting for oxygen that she desperately needed in her lungs. The last thing she remembered was hearing the whoosh of powerful wings and a bright light before everything went black.

~.:○:.~

When Charlie woke she was in an unfamiliar bedroom and Harry was standing at the door talking to someone who she had never seen before but at the same time he looked familiar. She sat up and finally caught sight of her bloody clothes which immediately brought her back to her mother and the man with black eyes who stabbed her. She quickly lifted her shirt to find the wound but her skin was perfectly unharmed without a single scratch. The blood, however, remained on her clothes so she knew it happened and it wasn't just a dream.

"Charlie..."

Charlie looked up at Harry with tears filling her eyes as he slowly walked over to her.

"I I was stabbed. The man... it was the same one with the black eyes from my dream, Harry. He... My mum. Harry, where is my mum?" Charlie whimpered.

Harry gave her a sympathetic look and that gave Charlie the answer she was searching for. She choked out a sob and Harry immediately wrapped her up in a tight hug, allowing her grieve for a moment before having to break the harsh truth to her.

"I I don't understand. What's happening? How am I still alive?" Charlie asked as she looked up at him.

Harry sighed softly and wiped the tears from her cheeks even though more just fell to replace them.

"Why don't you get cleaned up and then we'll explain everything."

Harry kissed her forehead then grabbed the clothes Niall had brought her and left them on the bed before the two of them stepped out of the room to give her some privacy.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Niall asked Harry.

"Probably not, but I can't keep lying to her. She deserves to know the truth. Especially after she just lost her mother."

Niall nodded then walked downstairs, leaving Harry to wait for Charlie. When she finally stepped out freshly showered and in clean clothes he took her hand in his then led her downstairs to where the others were waiting. All of them were subtly familiar to her, but one in particular stood our from all the rest and caused a gasp to leave her lips.

"Dad?"

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