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RP: Charlotte/Savannah (Hellcats)

Charlotte paced her bedroom anxiously and hoping desperately that she was wrong. That it was something else--anything else. Just not that. Please not that. The way her family treated Savannah for transferring to Lancer... that would be nothing compared to how they would treat her if she really was pregnant. Savannah got disowned, but her parents still reached out from time to time. Charlotte wouldn't even have that.

After a few more minutes of pacing, she glanced at the clock to see that it was time. She took a deep breath before stepping into her bathroom. Thankfully, her bathroom was connected to her bedroom. Actually, it connected her room and Savannah's old room, but her parents had no reason to go in there. They wouldn't have seen the test while she was waiting. She had given this a lot of thought. Too much thought.

She picked up the test stick, closing her eyes as she did so. She held it level with her eyes, but she was too scared to actually open them. Finally, slowly, she forced them open and her heart sunk. Immediately. Positive. How could this happen to her? After Savannah left, Charlotte got the favored daughter position, but truth be told it came with a lot more pressure. With Savannah gone, her parents expected even more from Charlotte. And becoming an unwed mother was not a part of that.

She stepped backward toward the closed door and sunk down to the floor, still holding the pregnancy test in her hand. Her eyes flooded with tears and she sat there crying. It didn't change anything. It didn't make anything better. But right now she just needed to let it all out.

She didn't know how long she had been crying before she heard voices downstairs. She tossed the test stick into the trash can with the empty box and covered it with tissues before going to the sink and washing her face so that any sign of tears were gone, then she went downstairs.

By the time she got down there, her mother was leaving the living room, but she could see very clearly her sister. Her traitor sister sitting on the couch. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed doing her best to hold everything in. "What are you doing here?" she asked coldly.

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angelofmusicval
Dec. 7th, 2010 09:59 pm (UTC)
Savannah couldn't believe she was back here. She sat in her car, staring up at her parents' house, wondering what coming back here would help solve. Her relationship with her parents was rocky at best, and her relationship with her sister was practically non-existent. Not that she hadn't tried, but her family still hadn't forgiven her for transferring to Lancer. To Savannah, that transfer signified her independence and asserting control over her life. She wasn't abandoning her family or her faith; this was just a better decision for her. To her family, this transfer was a betrayal. Savannah had worked hard to try to repair things, but no one really was interested in giving her a chance.

All she knew was that she had to get away...to get away from everything familiar in her life at the moment. She couldn't stand being at Cheertown for one more minute; not right now. As for why she came here, no matter what, this was still home and a place she used to be able to go to for comfort. She only hoped her mom would let her stay for a few days and not just throw her out immediately.

Savannah crossed her arms on the steering wheel and leaned over, resting her head on her arms. She took a few deep breaths, contemplating whether to go inside or turn around before someone noticed her. The thought of going back to deal with everyone, especially Marti and Dan, made her sick. Oh, she couldn't believe how quickly things went from a dream to a nightmare....

Growing up, Savannah had always planned to save herself for marriage. There hadn't been any question to that. There weren't any other options or arguments against that notion. For her, it had just been an unspoken vow. Period. Savannah had always been proud of the fact that this was her decision, based on how she felt, not just something she chose based on blindly following her family and her faith. This was something she had spent a while contemplating, and she knew that she and she alone was the ultimate reason for keeping this vow.

Even when she transferred to a secular college, where her views were considered old-fashioned by most of the student body, Savannah had refused to compromise her morals. She didn't care what anyone else thought or what they were doing. As long as she stayed true to herself, that was all that mattered.

Things changed when she met Dan. He was so different from the other guys she had dated in the past. He was so cool and laid back, and he didn't let religion or doing the right thing run his life. He was just himself. Savannah had been intrigued by that attitude; in the past, a lot of the guys she had dated were someone that her parents completely approved of and who was a lot like herself. Savannah liked the fact that Dan was different. Or she thought she did...

Being with Dan made Savannah re-evaluate things in her life. He made her relax, plan a little less and learn to take things as they come... well, a little, anyways. She realized that if she were really in love with someone, she wanted to fully share herself with them, especially if there was a high chance at them getting married in the future. That's what last night was supposed to represent. Oh, how wrong she had been! The fact that she had even contemplated giving herself to him showed just how much being with him didn't allow her to think straight.

She moaned softly, thinking of the disaster the night had turned in to. She remembered clearly how much work she had put in to make sure everything was perfect. After all, she figured she deserved a perfect first time. The last thing she wanted was something echoing Marti's first time. When they got to the hotel, Savannah had been nrevous but excited...up until she heard Dan's story of the night he lost his virginity. His story echoed Marti's... a little too much.
angelofmusicval
Dec. 7th, 2010 10:02 pm (UTC)
[OOC: Sorry, I got a little carried away. *blush* Next time, I'll make it shorter. Here's the rest...]


In horror, Savannah had realized that his story fit perfectly with Marti's, which could only mean one thing. Flashbacks of the hot tears flowing down her face as she ran from the room flashed through Savannah's head. How could her best friend and boyfriend have not told her that they lost their virginity to each other? That was a detail was pretty paramount to the current situation they were all in. Savannah felt betrayed and hurt by the whole mess, which was why she couldn't be at Cheertown right now.

Her mind finally made up, Savannah picked herself up and got out of the car, grabbing her bag as she went. Surprisingly, her mom let her in the door, and even more surprisingly, she seemed to welcome her estranged daughter back home. Obviously, her mother could tell that something was wrong, but thankfully, she neglected to push Savannah on it. When Savannah explained that she needed a place to stay for a few days, her mom gave her the space she needed and readily made Savannah feel welcome again into the house. Savannah figured that this was something she'd have to think about later, but she resolutely pushed it out of her mind. She was determined not to think about any of her problems, at least not at the moment.

After her mom left the room, she sank back into the couch, closing her eyes for a moment, willing herself to relax. She felt at odds with herself, and she didn't know what to do.

Her sister's voice startled Savannah out of her reverie. Savannah sat up to see her sister glaring at her. Savannah sighed, wishing that things were different between herself and Charlotte. She just looked at her sister for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Charlotte seemed even more furious with her than she had been the last time they talked. Best not to let on that anything was wrong, at least not at the moment.

"I came to stay for a few days. I wanted to see my family," she said in a semi-perky voice, her efforts in being nonchalant falling flat. "This is still my home, and I wanted to see how mom and dad are doing." She shrugged, knowing that if she kept explaining, the whole story would inadvertently come spilling out, something she definitely did not want to happen. "How are you?" she asked, trying to be polite.
christinedaae84
Dec. 7th, 2010 10:54 pm (UTC)
There was a time when Charlotte had been close to Savannah. The entire time they had been growing up, as a matter of fact. She'd looked up to her sister and since they weren't that far apart in age, their interests had never changed. Plus, since they had been home schooled, they didn't have a lot of other kids to play with. The church kids and some neighborhood kids, but Savannah was always there. Until her transfer.

When Charlotte found that things got tough, she always had Savannah to talk to, but she would be kidding herself if she thought she could talk to her sister about this one. Even if they were still close. This was something she had to deal with alone, somehow. She just wasn't sure how. She couldn't hide it forever and that scared her. She didn't know what to do. A part of her really wanted to hug Savannah.

But she had to keep strong. She had to keep Savannah at a distance. Otherwise, she knew that she would slip up somehow. She wasn't going to let herself slip up. At all.

As she glared at her sister, Charlotte could see that Savannah looked upset by something, but somehow Charlotte felt that her own problem was much bigger. Even if she didn't know what Savannah's was. It wasn't like the perfect Savannah Monroe would ever get pregnant. Even if her parents wanted to believe that she had turned heathen, Charlotte had trouble believing that. And she knew how important waiting was to Savannah. Though it had once been important to Charlotte too...

"Great, so you're staying," she said rolling her eyes. Why couldn't her parents stick to the plan? It would have made it so much easier if they would have sent Savannah back to Lancer. She just couldn't deal with this right now. "Well your room is just the same as it has always been." And suddenly, that felt far too close to Charlotte's room. "I'm fine," she said simply, but she refused to ask the same.
angelofmusicval
Dec. 13th, 2010 09:54 pm (UTC)
Savannah knew that there was tension between her and her sister, but she honestly hadn't expected this cold of a reception. Well, she wasn't sure what reception she *had* been expecting, but still... Even with all of the issues, Savannah really missed her sister. She wished more than anything she could talk to Charlotte. They used to confide everything to each other. Charlotte was the one person Savannah felt might understand... at least the tiniest bit. Based on her welcome, though, Savannah felt like they'd never confide in each other again.

"Yeah, I'm staying." So what? Savannah tried to keep her annoyance under wraps. How long would her family keep punishing her? She didn't know what more to say to them. "I'm glad I still have my room, at least," she mentioned, wishing this whole reunion weren't going so difficultly. When Charlotte replied to her last question, Savannah just stared at her. On the outside, she seemed OK, but Savannah had to wonder if the extra iciness was a front for something. Savannah wished her sister would forgive her, as she really could use a friend right now. If wishes were horses...

"Well, I'm glad you're fine, and..." she trailed off. "While I'm here, let me know if you want to talk or anything. You know, catch up or whatever," she told Charlotte. She could only hope they would talk, otherwise these awful thoughts would consume her. Still, sitting here in silence was better than being the object of scrutiny in Cheertown. She was glad she was away from that place. The last thing she needed was her fellow cheerleaders spouting her usual sayings about positivity to her. Inwardly, she sighed, wwondering how she would deal with the mess her life had become.
christinedaae84
Dec. 29th, 2010 07:37 pm (UTC)
"Yeah, I'll let you know," Charlotte replied noncommittally. She couldn't even talk to the baby's father about this, she would be kidding herself if she thought that she could talk to Savannah. The estranged sister would probably use it to her advantage. Tell their parents about Charlotte's little problem to regain favor. While deep down, she knew that Savannah wasn't that spiteful, it was too easy a conclusion to draw. Maybe Charlotte was the spiteful sister. She'd thought of the possibility. Or maybe she was even just paranoid. She had a lot to be paranoid about now. She had too much to lose and while she had no choice but to lose it eventually, she had time for now to think about what to do.

"I'll see you around, I guess," she added, not really wanting to be there right now. She honestly had nothing else to say to Savannah. She wasn't going to welcome her home, because as far as Charlotte was concerned, she wasn't welcome. She wasn't going to thank her for her offer to listen, because she didn't appreciate it. And she most certainly wasn't going to dish her problems.

She turned to walk away before Savannah could respond. She couldn't even stand to look at her perfect, virgin sister anymore. The one who would just love to know she had the upper hand this time around. The one who would love to have the one piece of information that would help her regain favor in the family. She couldn't deal with it.

She didn't go upstairs, however. Savannah's room was too close to her own. And while her sister was downstairs for now she was sure she wouldn't be there forever.
angelofmusicval
Jan. 4th, 2011 09:29 pm (UTC)
Savannah could tell that by her sister's response, they wouldn't be talking about anything anytime soon. Part of Savannah understood that, but part still really longed to be able to talk to her sister like old times. She really could use an outside opinion on her current situation. Everyone back at Cheertown was too connected to even give them a whisper of this. Savannah sighed, wishing she didn't feel so alone.

"See you around," Savannah murmured as Charlotte turned around. Savannah didn't have the energy to even call after her sister to rry to resolve their relationship. She'd save that for tomorrow. She stayed in the living room for several minutes, just trying to calm down and stop the thoughts from racing around her brain. Sadly, her brain seemed to do exactly opposite of what she wanted it too.

Frustrated, Savannah grabbed her stuff and stomped upstairs, hoping not to run into anyone. She entered her room and stopped to look around. It was as if nothing had changed. Everything was frozen in time, except for her. She was the only thing that had changed. The room was a comfort and a reminder of what she had sacrificed to follow her own heart. She flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling, willing herself to fall asleep so she wouldn't have to deal with any of her problems, at least in a waking state, anyways.
christinedaae84
Jan. 4th, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)
The next afternoon...
Right after breakfast, Charlotte had gone out of the house and stayed out the rest of the morning leading into afternoon. While she knew that if Savannah put her mind to it, she could find her, she hoped that maybe her sister wouldn't care so much, or at the very least she'd have some time away to just think. She hadn't had much time for that since her sister's arrival the previous day, because frankly she had been too worried about Savannah finding out.

She sat curled up on the couch, a book open in her lap and every few minutes she would turn the page despite the fact that she was paying less attention to what she was reading and more attention to her recent discovery and what this meant for her future--with her family, at Memphis Christian and finding a husband. For a small town Christian girl, this was a catastrophe. She really wished she had waited for marriage like she meant to.

She somehow managed to keep the tears from falling despite everything that was on her mind. She wanted to cry, she wanted to more than anything, but she had to keep strong. For herself. This time she was alone and if she didn't stay strong, there was no one who could do it for her. That might very well be what her life would turn out like after the baby was born. Alone.
angelofmusicval
Jan. 7th, 2011 12:14 am (UTC)
Re: The next afternoon...
Savannah had woken up later than usual feeling awful. Last night's sleep, if you could call it that, had been anything but restful. She had lain awake for hours on end, and the rest of the time she had slept fitfully, tossing and turning. She had been plagued with nightmares, although she hadn't been able to recall the specificity of those dreams when she woke up. She ran her hands through her hair, and she lay her head on her knees. Her eyes ached with her lack of sleep, and she could feel a stress headache coming on.

Determined not to focus on what happened, Savannah had quickly gotten up and gotten ready. Her mom sat quietly as she had eaten breakfast, thankfully not questioning her about anything. Char's absence hung unspoken in the air, and Savannah had to wonder if it was because of her presence there. Not wanting to give her mom an opening to start a line of questioning, Savannah quickly retreated back to the comfort of her room, although being alone gave her ample time to dwell on her problems again. She tried reading and otherwise occupying herself, but nothing seemed to work. Resolutely, she went for a walk.

The early afternoon sun shone down on her as she walked briskly around the block. It felt so good to get out and do some exercise, but even the pounding beats from her iPod couldn't drown out her thoughts. Frustrated, Savannah headed home, wanting more than ever to talk to someone.

Savannah realized that she hadn't seen her sister all day. She started wracking her brain as to where she might be. No matter what, Savannah had to talk to someone, and it was either Charlotte or someone at Cheertown. At this point, Savannah realized she'd rather confide in her sister. After all, their relationship was already rocky, so could it get much worse? Well, come to think of it, probably, but Savannah didn't really care.

She entered the house again, but only silence greeted her. Her mom had probably gone out somewhere, and it was too quiet for Char to be inside. Savannah paused for a moment, wondering where her sister might be. Finally it dawned on her. She headed out to the backyard and the back house. All Savannah knew was that if she didn't talk to someone, she would go insane. She entered the back house.

"Charlotte?" she called. She wondered what reception she was going to get...
christinedaae84
Jan. 26th, 2011 06:27 pm (UTC)
Charlotte had been lost in her thoughts for a while. She didn't even know what time it was anymore when she heard the voice. The voice that had once been a source of comfort for her and now would only lead her to trouble. The voice she wanted to avoid more than anything. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lock on the door of the small house, or she would have locked it. It had always been a place for both of the sisters. They used to come out here a lot together, though sometimes Charlotte found it to be a nice place to get away from her troubles, and she had caught Savannah using it for that purpose too. No matter how trivial those past troubles seemed now.

She remained where she was, her eyes on the book and now she was actually reading, despite the fact that she hadn't been paying enough attention before to know what was going on at this point. At least, if she focused on the words before her, she could hopefully keep her face from betraying any other emotions. Like the fear and pain she was feeling over her recent discovery.

She could hear Savannah come further inside. She knew she would be seen, but she wasn't really trying to hide at this point. She knew how useless it was at this point. Savannah was, for some reason, looking for her and she probably wouldn't stop until she found her. Why did Savannah feel the need to fix everyone's problems anyway? It wasn't like she could fix this one.
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