C.R.I.M.S.O.N

R.E.M.E.M.B.E.R

Charlie's POV:
When i killed my mother i didn't even feel anything, nothing. I just sat over her dead body and felt nothing. I looked at what i had done, relieved and free. But i wasn't upset, or regretful for what i had done.

My father knows that i know what happened to my mother, but i refuse to tell him what happened or where she is.

I intend to keep it that way. Since then i have never allowed myself to be manipulated or treated as less. I know who i am and what i am capable of.

Asher Benedetti will not change that.

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"Bimba are you ready?" My dad calls out.

"sì Papa! Coming!" I call back.

We have a formal meeting, more like a celebration really. We aren't actually celebrating anything but the way we have to dress, anyone not attending tonight would think we were off to a royal ball.

I wore yet again, another black, fitted, silk dress with a slit up the thigh. It was different in its own way. It pulled my tits to my chest, popping them up higher but not to the point they looked ridicous. My legs could be seen through the fairly thin material, and my left leg bare, from the slit that almost reached my hip. Nearly exposing my blade strapped to my thigh.

My heels were simple, black of course, that twisted up my ankle and clipped at the back.
Adding 5 inches onto my height.

My hair was waved and my makeup kept simple as usual.

"You look beautiful Charlie." My dad smiles at me as i make my way down our long marble staircase, heels clicking with every step.

"Thank you Papa, you don't look so bad yourself." I winked at him,

"I would hope so! It's my event! Gotta look the part." He laughs.

We joke around and call eachother playful names for a while as we walk to our car. I wanted to drive tonight, i was the designated driver, have to keep that on my mind when free champagne is being passed around.

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We arrive at the venue. It's an overly large mansion, marble pillars everywhere, high ceilings and big doorways.
It was incredible.

The inside was decorated simple and minimalistic. Dark grey was the colour scheme.
It was already very busy, many people who knew my dad over the years had shown up tonight to pay their respects to my him, most of them will most likely try bribe money off of the poor man. My did is not stupid. He is brilliant at painting a face of professionalism.

Walking arm in arm with my dad i slip away and tell him i'm going for a drink, only something to lighten my mood and loosen up a little - I had invited Mila and Alma who were both unavailable.

"Hola gorgeous." Said the bartender.

"Heyy, vodka shot plea- actually can i have 2?" I say.

"Course you can." He winks and slides off the bar top to retrieve the vodka.

I pick at my nails and am already tired of this environment. Boring old people talking about business all night. Sorry dad. To be fair though, i knew this was not his preferred scene of choice either.

"Anddd voilà!" The bartender enthusiastically gestures to the two shots of vodka in front of him.

I grab the first one and throw it to the back of my throat like it was water. Grabbing my clutch and getting a £50 note out of it.

"Keep the change, you're pretty- Luca." I say looking at his name tag, smiling and waltzing off with the second shot. When all of a sudden i get practically thrown over into the side of a glass table.

Two ignorant, sexist bastards.

Not even wanting to cause a scene, i look down and see a bleeding scrape along the back of leg. Choosing to head to one of the rooms upstairs to tend to it.

And grabbing a bottle of vodka from behind the bar for pain relief.

Once i made it into a secluded room, far from the hall (where everyone was), I had begun taking off my dress. I get it was black but blood and silk do not mix, was not about to risk that.

I was in the bathroom in only my black heels and black underwear. Let's just hope nobody walking in.

I close the lid of the toilet and sit on the ledge, elevating my leg up onto the sink. I drank a gulp of vodka and then dabbed some onto my leg with a cloth. I winced at the sting but it wasn't a pain i wasn't used too. I had to fend for myself when i lived with my mother.

I had been dabbing at my leg for a while and it was mostly clean, to my luck i found a first aid kit under the sink.

Before applying a bandage i wanted to let air to it, and to myself, the vodka was making me hot. I wasn't drunk, just excitable. I took a step onto the open yet private balcony, which looked onto the country land behind the house. My hair blew gently along the sides of my face and i closed my eyes sinking in the freshness of the air.It was peaceful, something i was not used too. But something i wanted to get used too. However there would always be that one part of me that urged for danger, thrived off of it. But only to a certain extent.

My thoughts were put at a standstill by a shuffling in the room. Still in only heels and my lace under garments i walked into the room ready to argue with whoever thought they were superior enough to intrude my silence on the balcony.

Hand on hip ready to give one hell of a bollocking, i look for the intruder. Low and behold the one and only.

Asher Mother fucking Benedetti.

"Definitely stalking me at this point."
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A/N

i'm really sorry for how long it took for this chapter and i'm sorry if it wasn't to anyones highest expectations. I had a school retreat for a few days which didn't allow phones and i only just got back.

There will be another chapter ASAP. Let my know what you want to see! <33