Sometimes I just get lost in it...

Telling Claire was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life. And I've had a hard life. All the same, I'm so glad I did it. Things may still have been wierd with me and Liam, and I definately was NOT expecting that reaction from the wives, but you just never know in life I guess. It will always throw you a few bends and turns, and you just gotta learn to accept them, for good or for bad.

"So Liam and I used to do that shit, but not anymore. We used to be in love, but we're not, not since we got our lives straightened out. I don't know how you're going to take this, but I figured you should know." Charlie said, voice trembling as he finished his story. Claire looked at him in amazement, but didn't look mad or disgusted. Charlie held his breath, watching her process this information. Softly she asked if it was truly over between him and Liam, and Charlie nodded firmly.

I guess I never really realized how much Aaron's life would have been different if I hadn't been there for him. But Meghan had become a completely different child in just 6 months without her Da. Aaron would have gone three years. The lessons I learned from this is never, ever take for granted the things you hold dear. My family are the world to me. That includes Liam's family. I could have lost my brother this day. But I didn't, he held on, by some sort of distant strand of strength. I'm sure it was for his family. There's no way around that.

Luv
Charlie

Charlie scribbled down some hurried notes and lyrics on a note sheet, too preoccupied to notice Claire coming in with Aaron. She asked if he could take him for a bit so she could go to the store. Charlie looked up, pencil in his mouth. "Of course love, of course. I'll turn off the amp so he can stay in here, I think I've finally got something!" He said elatedly. Claire came forward, removed the pencil from his teeth, and kissed him. It felt so good to finally be a family. So what if the wedding had been a disaster, they'd laughed about it in the end. "Where's Liam?"

"That day was the turning point for me. I came to realize certain things that normally wouldn't have sprung out at my quite so graphically. I knew that Liam and I weren't on the same page, first off. I knew I couldn't tell him certain things, that I never would.
Will came out to his family when he was 18. Instead of embracing him and being there for him, his parents disowned him. I'd just rented my first flat (I'd just turned 18 as well) and he moved in with me, helping me pay the rent, and we were there for eachother. It was then that I knew I couldn't never come out to my family. Will's parents were very liberal and very accepting people. Mine weren't. There was no way they'd have been supportive of me. Especially Liam. I'd never be able to do that."

~Charlie

Charlie sat on his bed, hearing his mum rattle around in the kitchen. At 12, he was consumed with the complexities of pre-teen life. That girl who always passed him too close in the hall, giving him those eyes that made his heart melt and wearing short little skirts, that boy who Charlie couldn't help staring at in his math class... his brother, always causing trouble and blaming things on Charlie... quite frankly, it simply exhausted him. He rolled over, looking at his guitar. Sometimes, that seemed like his only friend and companion. He winced as he lay too hard on the bruise on his arm, given to him by a big hulking arse the day before.... oh, teenage life.

"Look, this needs to fucking end." Charlie said, stepping into the shadows in a nearly deserted bar alley. A man stayed propped up against a nearby dumpster, completely hidden in shadows. He spoke softly, asking if that was really what Charlie needed. "I don't need you, you fucking prat. I don't even want you. Leave me and my fucking family alone."

Charlie sat on the hard metal seat, looking around him nervously. The helicopter was really not very soothing. He felt embarrassed to be taken to a public place while so dirty, but more he just felt incredibly claustrophobic and terrified. He looked around, seeing Claire, smiling the best he could at her. He reached over to tuck Aarons blanket around him closer. They'd made it. Only 30 of them had made it, but they had. They were going home.

Charlie crawled around on his knees, making ridiculous noises and shaking a rattle as his niece laughed and burbled next to him. He then swooped her up with steady hands and carried her to the kitchen. "What a happy baby you are Meghan. Always smiling." He sat her in a highchair and gave her some apple sause as he readied some cheerios for her to nibble. Liam was gone for the day, though he'd actually been gone for more like three days, and Charlie had been helping Karen care for the baby.

Charlie knocked on the door of Liams flat, before sliding in through it. It was always dim in there, probably because light tended to hurt your eyes when you were on a heroin high. Charlie looked down at the coffee table, seeing recently used needles and a small bag: like always. He sighed, cleaning up the needles carefully (God only knows who Liam shared needles with) and picking up beer cans. He always cleaned up for his brother on times like these. After he was done cleaning up, he grabbed the bag and took a small hit, before going into the bedroom to find his brother.

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