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Charlie always knew he was different from other kids. It didn’t take much for anyone to notice this, even his own father knew. When he was just a kid he took a nasty dive off an oak tree branch and broke his leg in three places. His arm had broke in four places and he’d nearly split his skull open. He remembered the look on his father’s face when he came rushing out of the house followed by Ms Carrie. The rest was a blur of time and words rushed from the doctors and nurses.
The breaks in his bones were supposed to have taken at least few months to heal. Just a week after coming out of the hospital, little Charlie was running around his back yard again like nothing had happened. He remembered Ms Carrie’s hushed tones and his father’s worried looks.
After that incident they had moved away.
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Looking back he wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t been harassed at school. Honestly it wasn’t like he had meant for things to happen the way they did.
Terence Parker was your typical playground bully, who’d shot up two feet during puberty. Making him a solid five foot eleven 150lbs of walking ape that had a strange bug in his head. He really hadn’t done anything to the guy but Parker had taken it upon himself to make sure that his life at Jefferson was a living hell. He even recruited two of his stupid goon friends to make sure no one interfered.
Three years of being tormented and he finally broke when he accidentally discovered that he had… powers. He’d been so busy trying to call his dad for a ride home after the worst day ever; that he failed to take in the warnings signs around him, not until it was too late. A brutal shove to his back and he went down onto the pavement. He had been so angry that when he shoved Parker backwards, he hadn’t given it a second though.
Parker’s screams would forever be seared in his brain.
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He didn’t understand a lot of things, and it got worse once his dad actually calmed him down long enough to ask questions of his own. When he told his father that he’d been harassed at school for years, and no one had done anything to stop it, his father broke a vase… with out ever touching the damn thing.
He wasn’t sure why he felt that was the right moment to do so. Everything he had been holding back just spilled right on out. How he always felt apart from what little friends he had, how he started looking at other boys differently. How he’d tried to like girls honestly. How Parker and his goons had picked up on that, and chose this year to up their stupid games. He swore he hadn’t meant to hurt Terrance but he was just so mad that day.
When his dad didn’t reply right away he felt his stomach drop. Those were the worst twenty minutes of his life (so far). The response he got from his father was beyond what he’d actually expected.
A long warm hug and an apology for not being able to see how much pain his son was going through. And considering his father’s explanation about his powers… his coming out was just a single drop in the ocean to the mess the two were in.
“I’m a what?!”
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Weeks after the incident with Terrance Parker, his dad and Ms. Carrie had once again moved him to another town. His father claimed it was so that they could be closer to the people that had helped nurse him back to health after he’d gone crazy from his own powers. Yeah, not the worlds most comforting thought. His dad had assured him that with their help he would not go through what he went through, and if he did well than they’d deal with it.
He was not amused.
His father spent two years training him with the Note-Coven. Each time a new power surfaced he got scared. His father was right there with him though, even when he was raging and blaming him for the pain he was dealing with. Ms Carrie gods bless her, would talk calmly through his tantrums and bring him down.
All in all it wasn’t too bad.
One had to figure that good things didn’t really last as long as you wanted them to. If you wanted to point fingers he couldn't really say whose fault it was. He thought things had been going pretty well, and they were... except that for that feeling he kept getting. Like someone was watching him.
At first he brushed it off because his latest power kick had made him a little irrational. Ms. Carrie's words. So Layla (his mentor) had given him some breathing techniques that helped clear his mind. He knows how crazy this sounds but it’s true. And everything would have just been fine... if some asshole hadn't started in on him. If he and Andrew had just walked away.
All he had wanted was a normal night with his friends. The school's dance was his chance to have fun. It was never suppose to end with blood... he should have just walked away.
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After the cops had left the house his father had gotten real quiet. There was a hushed conversation between Ms Carrie and his father. Which brought him here, rage and confusion filling him as his father handed him a packet.
“You’re sending me away.”
“No, that’s not it at all.”
“It’s a boarding school Dad. You’re sending me to a boarding school. How is this… is this because what happened... I told you I didn't...it was an accident!” Let’s be honest, he was a little hysterical at this point. As far back as he could remember he had never been more than a few hours away from his father or Ms Carrie.
“Son, this isn't… we’ve been through a lot you and me.”
“That sounds an awful lot like a good bye speech…” He could feel something stirring inside of him, trying to push to the surface.
“Charlie, you've done so well with the coven. And I wouldn't even consider this an option if you could keep your anger under control.”
The hand on his shoulder was meant to calm him; it was having the opposite effect. He shrugged his shoulders and paced a few steps away before whirling back to his father. “What is it you're not telling me?”
“Carrie's sick, son.”
Ms Carrie was sick... oh god. As long as he knew her she was the healthiest person alive. She never even got a cold for crying out loud!
“...but it’s no where near close to home, and I’d have to take her myself.”
It took a few minutes for him to pick up on it, and he could feel his heart start to race. His dad was tense and couldn’t seem to look him in the eye. “This is not a ‘we’ thing…”
“No, it’s very dangerous. Especially for someone with your level of power whom can easily be angered, son.”
“The Academy.”
“Charlie… Dalton Academy is a prestige’s school academically speaking; they’re ahead of all the other districts. The teachers are at the top of their form…”
“So are the teachers at Lincoln.”
“They have a great music program…”
“So does Lincoln.” At this point his argument sounded so weak even to his own ears.
His father slides his hand to cup the back of his neck, the coloring there was a bit yellowish but you couldn’t tell, not with his wild curls hiding them. “They have a zero tolerance policy on harassment.”
“I have friends here, and family you can’t just…” It’s than that it dawned on him why his father could barely look at him. “You already sent in the application.”
“I had too.”
“Bullshit!”
“Charlie, this place will keep you safe while we’re away.”
“Dad you can’t… this isn’t even…”
Yeah, he was way past hysterical, he hadn’t even taken notice that his father had grabbed him and pulled him into his arms.
“Don’t leave me.”
“I’m not… this is... this is best for everyone.”
~*~
Two weeks later Charles Anderson-Turner disappeared…
One Month later… Blaine Anderson arrived for his first day at Dalton Academy.