Always and Forever
The night had been fairly quiet, which almost put Charles on edge. He knew James, and James was not the typical forgive and forget type of guy, but perhaps, right now, he was in a better place than he was earlier. He could only hope that as they went through dinner and then Charles retired to his room. He was having trouble sleeping through the night, off and on he kept waking up, just worried all to hell. What if this girl was someone else's sister? He would hate to think of this happening to his own. Celia was too sweet a girl, and this girl was just scared out of her mind.
Somewhere between late night and early morning though, Charles was woken out of his sleep by some noise in the next room. He fell out of bed at first, but quickly scrambled up. In his room he could see the sun barely hanging in the horizon, and as he fumbled around for his gun, in case of an intruder, he heard something rather disturbing. He finally blinked the rest of the sleep from his eyes, and he saw James had forced himself on top of the little Indian girl. Charles felt his blood boil to an all time high and before he knew it, he had pulled James off the girl and had his gun pointed in his face.
"I thought I made it clear that I wouldn't stand for that. And in my house!" he shouted the last bit, and soon the sun began rising a little bit more. The door to the Indian girl's room was wide open, but for the moment Charles could care less if she ran away or if she just cowered there. This was his house and James had better respect it. "Get over whatever it is you're holding on her." he growled, and right before James could speak the front door opened and both their heads turned to the sight and Charles lowered his gun.
Wavy blonde locks down around her face, pale blue eyes, and a sweet smile greeted them, and Charles suddenly felt himself calm. "Celia?" he inquired, though still in his clothes from the day before. He was sure he was dirty and nasty, but with everything that went on yesterday, he hadn't felt up to changing before before bed. The woman nodded and Charles ran over and brought her into his arms and she hugged him back.
"Well, hello there, Celia. Mighty big surprise you coming into town." James spoke when Charles let go of her, and the blonde rolled her eyes.
"Not that big a surprise, James. My husband left me, so I came home. Told Charles I would be back in town soon." Celia informed them, but when Charles tried to move in her line of sight, she looked at him. "What's going on? Why are you here so early James? And... Who is that?" she motioned over Charles' shoulder before her eyes caught how scared the little woman was. She looked between Charles and James. "One of you had better start talking." she said, bringing her small suitcase in and setting it down. She opened it up and pulled out a smaller dress before she walked over to the small Indian girl.
She gave a warm smile and placed it on her old bed before, gently closing the door and she looked between the two men. "What the hell is goin' on here?"
Charles looked to Celia, and the look on her face made his fall a little. She was disappointed, and slightly angry. "Celia, I swear, it's not what it looks like."
"I don't care if it's not what it looks like, you had better tell me she was lost and you were nice or so help me, I will leave." her voice was starting to raise a bit, and James looked at her before coming over and placing his hands on her biceps.
"Look, Celia. Charlie there didn't want that. She heard somethin', and we'd all get in trouble if she went tellin'." he explained.
"Alright, then why was Charles holding his gun up to you, hm?" she asked, impatiently and James backed away. "Why?"
"I found him on top of her." Charles said, and the look Celia sent James was less than pleasant. "Celia..." he said, but she was moving towards the door and when he caught her arm she ripped it away. "Celia!" he called and he headed out the door as she did.
"I told you I would leave if you weren't helpin' her, so that's what I'm doin'. If I come back tonight, I come back tonight, if not... well then, expect somethin' happened. I can almost guarantee she doesn't speak a word of English, and if she does, well then she is a bit more of a wanderer than most of the Indians around." Celia said. "What was so bad that she had to be brought here?"
"She might've overheard us talking about robbin' a tribe..." Charles answered, and when Celia turned away from him and began running towards the forest, he just watched. He knew that wasn't a pleasant thing to come home to, and when he walked back inside he glared at James. "Get out." he growled, and soon he fixed the lock on the Indian girl's room. "Get out!" he yelled, and he noticed he still had his gun in his hand as he yelled at his friend to get out.
[I'll do more in the next post.]