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was not normal even for her.
Something was seriously wrong, and I was going to get an answer this time.
    “My
mom ’ s new boyfriend, ” she finally responded. “Cage, please, just . . . just hold me please. ” I could hear the
tears in her voice, stripping me of my rage and replacing it with a heat that
ran fast and furious through my body.
    “Ok
Charlie, ok. ” The lump in my throat was the same size as the one in my
pants as I turned towards her. She lifted her head and shoulders so I could
slide my arm under her and my other arm over her.
    My
grandmother ’s underwear. Needles. Baseball. Coach naked. Getting a shot.
Throwing up. Anything but this beautiful girl in my arms.
    Then
a whimper filled the silence and any need I had vanished as I pulled her
tighter to me as she quietly sobbed. “Please Charlie, tell me what ’ s wrong, ” I begged when the
silence became unbearable. “I hate this. Your crying is killing me. ”
I placed a kiss into her hair.
    “I
can ’ t. You won ’ t love me when I tell you. ” She buried herself deeper
into me.
    “Charlie,
nothing could stop me from loving you. ”
    “I
wish that were true, ” whispered Charlie into the dark, as she started to
turn away from me.
    “I
love you Charlie. ” My voice a plea to get her to tell me what was so
wrong.
    “You
shouldn ’t, ” she cried.
    “AAAAHHHH!
Make it stop. Please someone. Anyone. Please.” The pain, both physically and
mentally, were becoming too much.
    A
line, that was all I fucking needed. Just one . . . and . . . and . . . I knew
I could get through the night. I would get the break I so craved.
    Just
one.
    My
rocking intensified as the thought of what one line would feel like. The
numbness, the relief, the rush as my blood raced the energy . . . the spark I
craved throughout my body. My mind drifted to how easy it would be to call my
dealer once I left.
    Left.
    Yes.
I voluntarily checked in and I could just as easily check out.  Yes!
    Out.
    That
was where I needed to be. Out of here. Out of this hell of memories and regrets
that haunted me. Coke was the key to forgetting. Of being so fucking wired and
hyper and happy.
    Happy.
    That
was all I wanted to be. Not fucking rocking back and forth like an addict
waiting for his next fix. That wasn’t me. That wasn’t what I signed up for. I
just wanted Charlie back.
    Charlie.
    Just
one.
    Charlie.
    Just
one.
    “Just
one, ” Charlie giggled, “I promise. Just one more time. Please, ”
she begged, standing up on her tippy toes to touch her lips to mine. How could
I refuse?
    “Fine,
one more time, ” I sighed, drawing out my dramatic response to her
request to ride the damn Ferris wheel for the third time. Charlie danced her
little, happy dance; wiggling that fine ass. “But only because it ’s
your birthday. ”
    “Well
aren't you the gentleman. Perfume, flowers, and now another ride on the Ferris
wheel, ” Charlie said in the worst Southern-belle accent I had ever
heard.
    I
chuckled then said, “Oh, I plan on giving you another ride as soon as we
get out of here. ”
    “I ’m
ready, ” she teased back as she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the
ride. Once on I copped a feel and stuck my tongue anywhere she would let me
every time we got high enough for no one to see. A moan here and a groan there
had me hard as a rock by the time the carnie yelled “last time ‘round. ”
    “Babe,
we gotta stop, ” I said as she reached for me with eyes so full of love
and lust I almost came in my pants. “I need to calm down before this
ride ends. ” I pointed to my junk that was trying to poke through my
pants to get to her.
    “Just
one, ” Charlie pleaded as she scooted closer. “Please baby, ”
she begged.  There was no point in saying anything but yes, so I gave a quick
nod as she pushed herself completely against me teasing me as she ran her
tongue over my bottom lip.
    “I
love you, ” whispered Charlie, giving me a wet, but chaste kiss.
    “Ditto.