CHARLES POV
I returned to New Jersey after being away for five years, I didn't stay totally hidden from the world all those years but I made sure to stay away from Jersey city and Crimson for reasons best known to me. All I wanted was to be home with the people I love the most and after I lost my parents to an assassination fifteen years ago at the age of ten, Crimson and Mr Bold became my family. I was happy when Mr Bold welcomed me with open arms without asking questions about my disappearance. He probably knew that managing the veins empire my parents left me with was strenuous and more complex than what ordinary eyes see. I was so happy when Crimson finally arrived I watched as her big blue eyes scanned the living room space, her red hair was a lot longer than before and left in careless curves running down to her waist. She inhaled the air around and almost immediately a bright smile appeared on her face. I turned back to face the window and catch my breath cause knew Crimson will soon chew me out. "surprise!!" I finally heard Crimson's dad announce my presence. I turned around after taking deep breaths and releasing them steadily. The smile on Crimson face slipped down her perfect jaw as her phone left her hands. Her bright eyes were now filled with pain and her clenched fist was clear evidence of her anger. "Charles" she finally said something but my name purred out in a painful whisper and it made me want to strap her tightly around my arms."what are you doing here?" she spoke with a tone that left my heart pleading for mercy, I couldn't answer the question probably because I had no reason good enough to be uttered or because her dad spoke too soon. I watched her run through the corridor and slam her door hard and loud enough to get neighbours calling about a suspected earthquake. "it's okay son she will come around, you see its been hard for her so it will take sometime" I didn't even realize he had gotten so close until he spoke. "I will just go and see her, I at least need to try" I just had to get her to hear me even though I had nothing reasonable to say. I moved to her room door and knocked gently but there was no reply, "Crim please hear me out i'm sorry, please open up" I knocked hard again but this time the door opened. "What do you want? what do you want to say?" she stood there with her eyes glittering with tears threatening to fall, I stepped forward to embrace her but she stepped back and it hurt like hell."l am sorry, I need you to forgive me" I finally responded but her expression remained unchanged, "so why did you leave? why?" I knew it wont be long before someone shot me with that one question I could not answer."its complicated Crim please trust me, I didn't mean to hurt you" I tried to grab her hands again but she backed away so fast. " if you don't have a reason or an explanation then f**k off and don't you dare talk to me again."she threw her words slowly at and each one felt like a silver dagger pierced into my skin.***************************CRIMSON POV A lot of emotions rushed through me when I finally saw Charles, I felt angry yet so happy he was alive and alright, I felt like ignoring him but my heart was anxious to find answers. He was about 7ft tall, his brown hair blended perfectly with his fair skin and his deep brown eyes that always got girls drooling were now nothing but pain. "Crim please hear me out i'm sorry, please open up" I felt like my brain melted to tears when I heard him call me 'Crim', he was the only one who called me that way but I wasn't just going to give in so easily especially since he had no explanation to offer me when I demanded for one.It is totally wrong to leave you family worried for yes and I was going to make him pay. I finally came out of my room when I heard the car leave the carport, it didn't sound like my dad's own so it had to be Charles who left. "oh look who decided to grace me with her presence. Welcome back Miss runaway, I thought you were planning to never leave your room" my dad just had to pick this time to tease me. "oh dad it's your endless love for runaway kids that inspired me to come down" I replied sarcastically searching my dad eyes for any hint of guilt. He should have never welcomed Charles back with such heartfelt happiness, I mean a little bit of scolding would not hurt or else he knew where he had been all this years...... Did he know? . "Dad did you know where he had been all along?" I was so ready to throw a full tantrum if he answered yes, "No darling he just returned back a week ago and have been waiting for you to get back from school"."Dad did you ask him why he left like that? what made him disappear? and where he had been all these years?" I was pissed off at how my dad and brother were acting all nonchalant about the situation."Darling I didn't, but I've got my guesses and I know Charles would never had left if he had other options. Don't be too hard on him, the burden of secrecy is already weighing him down painfully" My dad words made sense but still........ Its been a week I had returned home and yes a week since I had last spoken to Charles. I know I told him to stay away but I didn't think he would really do it, I mean siblings cant fight for so long but my pride is waiting for constant apologies. He was home most of the time but we only stole glances at each other and I would scoff or make faces when our eyes meet, we had never fought for so long before but this one was worth the extension. "Miss Bold" I heard my dad scream my name from his reading room, "yes dad I will be there in a minute".I walked in to meet my dad rearranging the already organized shelf "Darling I need you to go to the supermarket and grab some grocery's, we have run out of most things"."ahhhh okay I will go" I actually felt too lazy to leave the house, I just wanted to be on bed with my comfy overall and chat with Brenna over the phone then view different post with TGIF captions."oh and Charles will drop you off, he's heading that way" I wanted to object but I would cope with anything that would save me from taking the morning crowded bus.CHARLES POV I had to take Crimson to the supermarket and to be honest it was no coincidence that I happened to heading in the same direction, I actually had no where to be at that moment. The drive there was pretty silent, I would try to start up a conversation but she would end it as quick as swallowing a bitter medication. "Did you remember to take your customer card?" I had to ask since she had no purse or signs of cards with her, "yeah I did" once again she just had to kill the conversation I was hoping would grow. I know she was mad at me and I promised to give her space but I just couldn't handle the silent treatment she had been giving me all week. "So how is school going?" before I left she was still in highschool living on a 'low key format' as she loves to call it, "oh so now you care? i'm so excited to start updating you" she replied with a painful sarcastic smile that made her cheeks rise hard with pressure. "Crim can we please stop this now, i'm sorry and I missed
CHARLES POV I tightened my grip on whatever I was holding as the sun rays tormented me through the opened binds of my window. I finally gave in to its crave for attention and forced my eyes to open, it was then i realized it was already morning and the 'whatever' I was squeezing tightly happened to be Crimsons waist. After our long conversation last night, she fell asleep and looked way to comfortable to be disturbed at that time so I let her sleep. Over the years I had of course monitored my Crim but I did so from afar, I could never let distance block me out from her life. Although I knew the answers to almost everything I was busy asking her, I still felt the need to hear from her and be certain there weren't things I as yet to know. I knew she had no boyfriend and had never confessed to having any romantic feeling for a specific somebody. Nevertheless I still had to ensure Brenna who was literally always with her was nothing but a friend. That is how possessive I could b
***WARNING!!**** This chapter contain a little age rated content, please read at your convinence THANKYOU CHARLES POV"Crimson please open the door, at least say something, please!!","I'm not sorry for what I did or said but I'm sorry for giving you a shock like that". Well it's been the hardest sixty minutes of my life, I've spent thirty minutes now banging the door pleading for Crimson to open up and I spent the other thirty minutes doing things that made her lock the door.EARLIER*** I was supposed to work late and finish up all the business for the week but I couldn't focus because Crimson kept ignoring my calls. I was probably worried for nothing, maybe she was just far from her phone or engrossed with the TV. Nonetheless I was still really worried so I decided to round up work early and check up on her. I got home and just dashed towards her room in a hurry, I heard some weird sounds but just couldn't comprehend what they were. "Oh my god!! Charles knock, that's why there
CRIMSON POV You know how they always say to 'be careful about what you do for every action will be accompanied by a repercussion' , well that statement is exactly what my life had been all about for a week now. After what happened between Charles and I, its been really awkward around the house. We haven't talked since then, not like I had given us a chance to converse, actually I had taken it upon myself to avoid speaking or making eye contacts with him, in fact avoiding him totally was like a mission I was sure to get praised for how excellently I carried it out. How was I supposed to handle the fact that Charles loved me more than our relationship permits. He had mentioned it before that he was in love with someone but she wasn't aware of it, never would I have thought I would end up being that someone. Dad was supposed to be back already but just as I expected he said his journey would be delayed for three more days so I would have just four days to spend with him since my
CRIMSON POV Never for once did I ever imagine a day like this would come when I would be so eager to get back to school, but here I was standing at the walkway of my house, waiting for my cab to the airport, with my fully loaded luggage I had packed down for days now. When dad returned the tension between Charles and I was still very much present but we took it upon ourselves to make it lack visibility. Luckily enough for us dad suspected nothing and he even gave me little to no university lifestyle coaching lesson like he always did when it was time for me to return. I wasn't sure why the insecurity he always had while sending me off to school was absent but it speared me the sermons and survival hacks so i'm kinda grateful to whatever soothed his overly worried mind. "Crim I am heading to the airport, let me drop you off" there it was again, that voice I desperately tried to avoid, "It's fine I already booked a cab and its prepaid". I would rather run the tracks to the airport
CHARLES POV Yesterday I got a handful of complaints and grumbling from Crimson all night long, despite the tough night I still had to wake up early to prepare for the days work. I planned on managing the vein branch over here, although it's one of the smallest branch of the vein empire allocated to one of my minor investor, I still needed to check it out since I was in town. After checking on business I planned on stopping by the university to check when my lectures would commence. As I was busy heating the breakfast I had just ordered, Crimson walked in. Her formally perfect bun was now a total disaster, she stretched out while yawning and her baggy top gave way for the sunlight to kiss her skinny legs, while her back arched forward making her n*pples stand in ovation. She moved towards the cabinet and grabbed a cup to drink water while swaying her head left and right like there was some music box inbuilt in her brain. She only realized my presence when I made way to turn off t
CHARLES POV I rushed back home after concluding all the unnecessary procedures that they deemed important. I had to ring the bell twice again before Crimson came to open it and this time around she made me spell my name before unlocking it, I should never had preached about door safety to her yesterday now she's punishing me for my consideration and sincere concern. The parlour smelt like cake and I knew why immediately I spotted Crimsons messed up apron. "What are you doing?", "cup cakes, I'm going to a party today, its a resumption party" she replied while rubbing her hands eagerly, admiring her work. " why would you take cupcakes to a school party, what are you?, three years old." her expression suddenly changed and she took a minute to think of my point. "who was the guy I saw you with at school?" her head immediately snapped up when I asked her, "it's none of your business and are you really serious about the university job?. " I mean who even employed you?" of course it
We arrived at the party and it was at that moment of entry I realized I fucked up. I should never had agreed to attended a party with a discreet location Brenna knows about, the fact that Lucas was the one giving out invitation should have even been my red flag. "Now look what I've got myself into" I said silently as I watched half baked youth walk around half naked with stripped versions of cloths and alcohols splattered over their bodies like sweat. The party was actually at an abandoned tunnel or better still a hideout, right below a functioning train station. To make things worst we had to run through the tracks before the next train smashed us smoothly like cheese. It was just like a club house but the fear of death or police raid was what replaced the fun I was meant to have. "You made it, you look cute" I heard Lucas say as he screamed over the loud music, "I made it here but I cant say the same about making it out" if only he knew how eager I was to sneak out of here in on
CRIMSON POV Dale Carnegie once said "Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get." I had always been successful in most aspect of my life that I have gotten used to the feeling of success. Academic excellence was never an issue for me, I never lacked financially thanks to my every working dad and as much as I would love to play the pity party with a broken family card, I won't, cause love was never lacking in my scattered home. However if I were to recount the happiest memories of my life it won't be about the plenty success I had attained. The day I stood in my purple dress walking elegantly through the aisle would top the list of my happy chart. It wasn't something I anticipated or believed would happen, but it eventually happened and I couldn't be happier. It was the day Brenna was getting married and I got to be her bridesmaid, it was one of the happiest days of my life. I had always imagined alot of impossibilities just for the fun of it and
CRIMSON'S POV It had been a week since I got back home, it was a week filled with a rollercoaster of emotions. I kind of mended things with my dad but I still had to give him a little cold shoulder so that he realizes that I can't be easily swayed into leaving Charles for the baggy sweaters and candies he bought. Although it would have been a possibility if he added icecream to his purchase. The things I would do for that worthy brain freeze. Charles had not returned home so I was worried and pondering on whether his delayed return was because of my father or his work, and there was also the possibility that he no longer finds our relationship worth fighting for. I was still wallowing away time, thinking of the hurdles I needed to overcome. I hadn't even spared thoughts to the troubles awaiting me at school. That was another issue I had to worry about so I allocated nightime to worry about that. My schedule was filled up with moments to worry about how fucked up my life w
CHARLES POV My hands were covered in blisters as I continued to punch him, the poor thing took a million blows before he got a chance to give one. After I was done I packed the bruised bodies of his minions and placed them in the trunk of my car while I put Louen at the back seat and made sure to strap him properly. He was once my friend after all. Nonetheless being my friend at some point in time didn't give him the right to play stunts that would hurt Crimson. So yeah I had to beat him up and then give him a brotherly hug. After my private investigator sent Louen's name with sufficient proofs that he took the pictures on that night at the school trip, I wasn't surprised not even a little. As much of a bad boy or gangster he would love to consider himself, there were still lots of moments he displayed his true dump, naive child personality. If he truly held me responsible for his dad's death he wouldn't take such pitiful methods to hurt me, he would kill me outrightly. He
CHARLES POV I had invited Mr Bold over to have a conversation over a cup of coffee. He first rejected the offer but later texted that he would rather talk over a beer instead. We both knew he came for less conversations and more blows, who wouldn't grab on the opportunity to beat up a guy at a dark crowded bar. After he arrived, I spent the next five minutes apologizing while he went on and on about how inconsiderate and unreasonable I apparently was. I took a minute to explain to him that my sorry was for endangering Crimson not for being in love with her and as you may have guessed, I ended up spending the next five minutes recieving blows. After anger had been vented and bruises had been administered, we finally got a chance to talk. He of course asked how long we had been together and I most definitely wasn't going to tell him we started hooking up while he was in Africa. So I just told the truth, I said we were officially together few minutes before he pounced in. I
CRIMSON POVThe week was a rollercoaster of trouble, I had never had to go through so much disturbance in just a week. I was hoping the Lucas issue self settled itself since I skipped the revision week and even failed to tutor him and thankfully it was already half gone. I had exams to write but heaven knows I didn't get a chance to read nothing, so the plan was to say a prayer and await the miracle. All week I was worried, confused and utterly shocked. I know that's a whole lot of different emotions but trust me they all came crashing in, one by one. I was worried about Charles. After the clash he had with my dad he didn't come back. I would love to call it a stand off or a fight but honestly it was more of a beat up. I called him and he said he was staying at the hotel for awhile but awhile sounded like forever cause my dad was going nowhere. When my dad said Charles was fucking me and that I was naive, it made our relationship look like an assault case. He was being i
CRIMSON POVI was taken like an hostage but returned like a princess. The chauffer pulled up right at the front of my house an honestly I couldn't fathom the confidence Louen had. I called Charles immediately I got into the house, I was itching to call him on the way but I couldn't risk having the driver hear our conversation. It was clear that kidnapping me was just a medium to get to Charles. However I couldn't understand what must have gone wrong between Charles and Louen to have him do such a thing. I was hoping it was just a prank, call me stupid but that hope what was kept me from going crazy and rushing to the cops. Thank God I didn't. Charles came back after receiving my call and all he said when I told him I was back home was 'okay'. A really weak okay. He got back after twenty-seven minutes, thirty-two seconds. Yes I was counting, like a hawk I kept watching the door until the door knobs finally twisted. He looked furious and sweaty like he went for a run. His eye
CRIMSON'S POV "Charles help me, someone is following me. I am near the bus........" I couldn't finish my statement as my phone was grabbed out of my hand weakened with the effect of chloroform placed over my face. I did say the day was terrible with all the Lucas drama, but little did I know that scary was awaiting my presence at the later hours. I had just left school feeling a little relaxed that Charles was not around to witness the unfortunate drama going on at school. I was going to grab a cab home but I decided to rather take a little stroll till I get to the bus stop at a further distance. I needed to clear my head and nothing works better than a peaceful stroll with a sadist playlist activated and starring at random things. I felt like someone was following me, there's this tingling feeling you get when eyes are on you. I couldn't dare brush the feelings off, not after the tormented walk I had through the hallways at school. I took unnecessary corners hoping that
CRIMSON POVIt was a tough week to survive through. It was a week to my exam the same week happened to be the week I foolishly agreed to tutor Lucas whom Charles have now warned me to stay away from. It also happened to be the week I became visible as a public figure with no beautiful brand name.Just as I was still thinking of the fucked up week on my plate, Brenna popped up to rub salt on my wounds again. “Babes you’ve got some girls wishing they were you and others hoping to get a chance to ambush you in the bathroom” she sat beside me pinching and teasing me all excited about all that bothers me. Actually I had walked into school just like every other day, passing Charles office while reminiscing memories I shouldn’t, acting all invisible with my comfy cloths on and sticking to my sober playlist to keep the mood going. Just like every other day, I thought it would be the same but as I walked through the hallway I felt eyes on me, loud whispers I fearfully blocked out with my
So it was finally the weekend and I was supposed to meet up with Brenna for some study time but she choose Kendrick over me once again. I was seriously getting jealous.So much for supporting a healthy relationship.Since there wasn’t much to do apart from studying of course. I laid in my bed, threw the red blanket over myself and started reliving the scene yet again.Yes you guessed right. I’m talking about the shower scene.So it was a Wednesday and we had been defending our projects all week long. Charles was in school to listen to our defense.He had taught us literarily nothing. The hotel practical lesson we had was nothing more than a vacation away from school.I guess that was the fun of tourism after all.Although he had given us no lessons he still did well to make sure the supervisor took the lesson while we went sight seeing. So thankfully we had something to write on the project.It wasn’t much but no one was complaining. Not even miss Sandra. There was something about