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Rewriting the Rules(5)

By:S. Moose


Two years of helping her. Two years of realizing how much she meant to  me. Nothing ever happened between us. Lines were never crossed, and I  never pushed her for more. There was harmless flirting, dinner and movie  dates. She was happy. She was healing.

Towards the end of her senior year, she announced her decision to attend  U of M with us. That was the day I told her how I felt and held her in  my arms. She loved me the same way I loved her. We made a promise to  tell Will on the day of her graduation from U of M so she could focus on  school and soccer. No matter what, I was there for her and never left  her side.   





 

Until the day she met Shawn.

I didn't chase her. Not only did I know she deserved better, she's also  my best friend's little sister. He'd murder me on the spot without  thinking if he knew the thoughts I was having about his sister. So I let  it go. I let her go.

And that's when the walls around my heart became so high no one would be  able to reach me. Women were toys to me and meant for my pleasure. It  came to a point I settled with Andrea and became too comfortable. The  other women before broke it off when they realized I wouldn't ask them  to move in or put a ring on their finger. Then Andrea came along and  understood what I wanted and what I would offer. Until she wanted more.

The fact she's here, and I have no idea why, doesn't sit well with me. A  million questions are going through my head and I want to ask her. I  know she won't tell me until she's ready, so maybe I shouldn't help her.  Years of silence and here she is in front of me as if nothing happened  or nothing is wrong. I need distance from her to figure out my head. I  don't want to be in my own home while she's here.

When I look at her I see the woman she's grown up to be, but I still see  the teenager I fell in love with. She deserves my help and I want to be  there for her. I don't want to get to know the woman she's become.  Maybe when Will finds out that she's here, I'll leave Rochester for a  little while. Chicago seems to be a fitting place or even Miami.  Wherever Charlotte is, I'll have to be away from.

Then again, life doesn't play fair and I'm the one holding the losing hand.

My eyes trail down her body. Her dress is slightly lifted, hitting her  mid thighs and her creamy skin is screaming for my tongue.

"I need your help, Troy," she whispers so softly I had to take a minute to adjust my focus. "I don't know where else to go."

"You have Will." My tone is harsh and short. I pick up my wine glass,  keeping my eyes on her, and take a drink. Red wine is bitter and classic  like a woman. It needs to be consumed slowly and savored. A true wine  drinker will appreciate the taste and aroma unlike someone who doesn't  understand a good, strong, glass of wine. It's unlike beer or liquor.  With wine, the aromas of the grapes and ingredients are being savored.  Most of my bottles are reserves from well-known wineries in California.  It's expensive, sophisticated, classy, and sharp like a woman should be.

"Do you want me to go?"

I should have her leave. My life is about control and when I'm with her,  there's none. She's the only one who knows me inside and out. She's the  one who'll wreck me.

"No. I think we've had a long night and you look like you need sleep.  Come on. I'll take you to the guest bedroom and tomorrow we'll talk."  When she hears what I have to offer, a smile comes to her face and she  stares at me. I see her eyes moving down my face and onto my chest and  body. I like how she's looking at me.

Fuck. No, I can't be glad. She's someone I've known her whole life and  someone I used to watch over. Sexual desires and fantasies for her can't  become reality. The idea of having her the way I want is making me hard  and I have to curse myself to look at her as the sixteen-year-old I  fell in love with.

"Okay." She puts away her empty plate and I grab her bags from the  foyer. Following me upstairs, I pick the room next to mine, even though I  should pick the room down the hall. She needs to be far from me.

Settling her inside, I place down her bags. "If you need anything, let me know."

Before I can turn away, she wraps her arms around my waist. Her forehead  rests on my chest. She's small compared to my six-foot-one height.  Naturally, I hug her back. We stand like this for a while before she  lets go and turns away to sit on the bed.

"Thank you." She looks around the room and turns to look at me again. "I like what you did with the room. Did you design it?"

"Sweet dreams, Charlotte."

"Wait . . ." I stop dead in my tracks and turn around. I watch her get  up and hug me again. "Can you stay with me like before? Until I fall  asleep. I miss having you around."

Standing with her arms around me, I'm doing everything I can not to  throw her on the bed and have my way with her. Gently stepping out of  her arms, I eye her and tilt her chin up to look at me. "You've been  gone. We can't pick up where things left off." I try my best to not let  her know how I'm feeling. She just got back and I don't want to scare  her off. Not again. Not like before. "Things weren't complicated back  then."   





 

"Nothing's ever complicated. It's complicated if you make it that way."

"It's late, Charlotte." I let her go and tell her where the bathroom is  so she can get ready for bed. With a nod, I head out of the bedroom and  go into mine. Closing the door, I head to bed and lie there with my eyes  open, staring at the ceiling.

Charlotte Maxey is back.





Chapter 4



Charlotte



He's still holding onto the pain I left him with. Shaking my head, I sit  back down on the bed and look at the closed door. This isn't going to  be easy like I thought. He leaves me alone in the bedroom and I'm not  sure what to think. So many years have passed and I shouldn't have  expected him to welcome me back with open arms, let alone spend the  night in the same room as me. I know we have a long road ahead and I'm  willing to work hard to be his friend, and hopefully, we'll find our way  back and fall in love again. Only I never stopped loving him and I hope  he never stopped loving me.

Have you ever wanted someone so badly it consumes your every thought?  This wild need takes over and all you can think about is that person.  Your person. As days go by, you give up hope, until something breaks and  you realize you've been living your life wrong for the past few years,  and now this is your chance to make it right.

Making things right with Troy is my goal. It's what I've been thinking  about. It's what I want. The intense feelings I have for him are a part  of me. He's part of me. I can feel it deep in my heart and soul. It's  what I breathe in and out.

It's Troy.

He's my reason.

He's my person.

When he looked at me, I was brought back to the sixteen-year-old girl  who loves her brother's best friend, and wants him to herself. I never  told anyone how I felt and if Will ever found out, I don't want to know  what he'd do. They've been through so much together and have been best  friends since they were babies. If I made a move, or even hinted I  wanted Troy, it would hurt Will so badly and I couldn't do that to my  brother. I fell so hard and fast for him, I didn't see it coming. One  day he was picking on me and the next we were sitting in his car singing  along to any song that came on the radio. He became my person and my  best friend. Troy's always been the guy every girl wants. Throughout  high school I saw him date girls and wished every day it was me. No one  saw me as Charlotte Maxey. No. To everyone, I was Will's baby sister. If  anyone touched me or looked at me, they would have to answer to Will,  my older and protective brother. Needless to say, dating was next to  impossible. I didn't go to my junior prom because our parents passed  away three months before and I didn't want to hang out with my friends  and shop for a dress. The night my parents died, we all had dinner  together and talked about taking a family vacation to Italy before my  senior year. It was a perfect night until I never saw them again. They  went to meet friends, and never came home.

When our parents died, my whole life changed, and I became dependent on  Will and Troy. I didn't want to lose anyone else and we always kept in  contact with one another. My issues only grew, and Will didn't know  where else to turn to. I was withdrawn and scared of everything. With  the help from Cora and Mike, Troy's parents, they became my guardians  and made decisions for me with Will's knowledge. I got the help I needed  and grew stronger. My attachment issues didn't seem to be a problem and  I was able to slowly move on.

Will gave up his entire life for me. He didn't want to lose me the way  we lost our parents and vowed to always protect me. Troy came around  more often to help out. He stopped everything he was doing and  practically lived with us. I never saw him date or talk about girls from  the moment our lives changed. It was the three of us. Troy's parents  invited us to Sunday dinner and included us during the holidays. As much  as I missed my parents, it felt nice to be part of a family again.