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Charlie
“Wake up Charlie.”
“Hmm,” I mumbled, and turned over on my side. I was so tired. All I wanted to do was sleep. The more I slept, the less I had to deal with my reality when I was awake.
“Charlie, wake up,” the voice repeated. I felt a pair of large hands on my shoulder.
My eyes popped open, the fog of what I thought was a dream dissipating into reality – the reality of a large man in my room hovering over me.
I tried to scream, but my screams got muffled between the fingers of the meaty hand covering my mouth. I instinctively put my hands over his, scratching and clawing to get it away from my mouth.
“Charlie, it’s Bull. It’s me Bull.”
I looked up at him, my eyes wide in the darkness. I was sure the whites of them were like beacons in the dark they were so big.
“I’m going to move my hand, but don’t scream, ok?”
I shook my head, indicating that I would not, wondering why he was in my room.
Had Dante decided to get rid of me after all?
Was Bull betraying Dante?
Was he going to take me to me to Stefan?
Where was Dante?
Had Bull hurt him?
Bull saw my eyed widening again. “Relax Charlie.”
“Wh – where’s Dante?” I squeaked out, my fear almost choking me in the darkness.
“He’s waiting for you in the garage. Get dressed,” he said.
“Garage? What’s going on?”
“Dante said he’ll explain everything. Just hurry. He told me to have you down there in five minutes. We have to go.”
“Bull please, tell me what’s going on? Is Dante ... Is it Stefan?”
“Dante will explain,” he repeated again.