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“If we must,” she whispered.

“I really think we must,” Charlie rumbled quietly from behind her.

“What would you like to know?” she murmured hesitantly, though she had a feeling that she already knew his question.

“What happened in the kitchen with Janet?” Molly asked gently.

Christelle let out a shuddering breath and Charlie paused in his kneading to wrap his arms around her waist. She linked their fingers as her teeth dug into her bottom lip sharply.

“You know, I very much enjoy kissing those lips of yours, so let’s not destroy them, ‘kay?” Charlie rumbled as his thumb grazed over her lips, releasing the prisoner in the process.

“She told me to help her,” Christelle muttered.

“What does that mean?” George asked in confusion.

“How am I supposed to know?” Christelle snapped suddenly. “Something about how he doesn’t let her do anything anymore, and that she didn’t have a choice in the matters of what I was put through growing up. It’s a bunch of ********! She had every choice!” Christelle ranted. “I’m going to bed,” she said sourly after a few minutes of silence.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Charlie cooed as his arms tightened around her waist. “We’ll get back to Janet later. I want to know what happened between you and Randy,” Charlie said seriously. Christelle flinched at the name before turning suddenly and burying her head in his chest as tears prickled her eyes. Charlie rubbed soothing circles into her back with one hand while the other caressed her hair.

“Shh, it’s all right; I’m here… Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he murmured soothingly into her ear while he shot his family a ‘help me’ look.

“No, I ca-can’t!” she stuttered. “Please, don’t ask me about…him,” Christelle whimpered.

Charlie stared at his family in shock while he held Christelle tightly. “Tell me what’s going on, baby,” he whispered in her ear soothingly.

She shook her head fervently against his chest. “You’ll get mad… Do something stupid,” she said shakily.

“I promise I won’t get mad at you or do something stupid,” Charlie whispered, and she felt his amused smile against her hair.

“Whose version of stupid?” she asked suspiciously.

“Doesn’t matter; tell me what’s going on,” Charlie said impatiently.

“Well, I didn’t lose my virginity to you, like you think,” she said in barely a breath. Charlie went completely rigid as she clung to him. “But I didn’t lose it by choice,” she finished quietly as more tears slid down her cheeks.

Charlie pulled her back from him slightly and cupped her wet cheeks in his hands. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“It’s not a memory I wish to dwell on, much less remember,” she answered quietly.

“Why couldn’t you have a simple life?” he murmured with a hint of a chuckle.

“I’ve been asking myself the same thing since I was little, Charlie,” she laughed.

“He’ll never touch you again,” Charlie said fiercely and Christelle leaned forward to press her lips to his in a grateful kiss.

“Did he ever get charged and go to Muggle prism?” George asked after a minute of silence.

“It’s prison, and no. Nobody would believe me. And the one person that did was silenced. They deemed that I was young and desperate for attention.” Christelle wiped at her eyes quickly, trying to rid herself of the liquid before they left tear tracks down her face.

“Your mum didn’t seem so bad,” Bill observed quietly from his place by the fire. Christelle locked eyes with him as she bristled.

“That woman is not my ‘mum’,” she bit out and Bill arched a brow at her. Out of all of Charlie’s brothers, she was most definitely closest to Bill, and he had no problem whatsoever with her mood swings.

“Okay,” he said dramatically. “Janet Jeffries didn’t seem too bad; better?” he asked with a slight smirk.

Christelle threw him a sneer as her stomach grumbled in tune with her frustration with the redhead. Charlie removed himself from the couch quietly, heading to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with Christelle’s favorite chips. She sent him a dazzling smile as she popped a chip into her mouth.

“I guess we better stock up the cupboards to feed an army,” George remarked with a snicker.

“Don’t mock her about her eating habits; you know what she did to you when she was pregnant with Abigail,” Charlie reminded him as he resumed massaging Christelle’s back. George quieted down quickly, pretending to find something interesting with the carpet while everyone laughed.

“So, anyways, back to the conversation… Did she seem different to you?” Bill asked, looking at Christelle questioningly.

Christelle stared at her lap as she popped another chip into her mouth, chewing slowly to give her time to think. After she finally swallowed, she met Bill’s eyes from across the room.

“Maybe,” she whispered.


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