It Comes In Three's novel Chapter 1

Charlotte’s POV

I was thankful that the rain had decided to visit today… shielding me from the relentless torture that came hand in hand with living on Glenstone Drive.

My mother rattled her pills from the nearby bathroom, as my ears cringed at the familiar sound… she would be asleep soon at least.

I remained still, hugging my skinny knees to my chest, as I just stared out of my bedroom window as the rain hammered against the glass.

Why did they have to always choose me? Life would be so much easier if they didn’t choose me…

I knew that the rain wouldn’t protect me forever, especially since tomorrow I had to go back to school again.

On the flip side, there would finally be an end to my summer of torture.

My mother – who often pretended to be mother of the year to the rest of our neighbours – always wanted me outside.

Even when I begged and begged to stay in, she would often say how ‘it makes me look like a bad mother’ but I already knew the truth.

It was really because she struggled with addiction and wanted me out of her sight for as long as possible… because deep down she hates me.

The only days she would actually consider letting me remain indoors would be if the weather was bad – like today.

I pressed my head against the cold glass, as the glum weather remained a reflection of how I was feeling.

The three of them were always hanging around here, since their parents all lived along the same street as us.

When I was younger, and when it had all first began, I even tried my hardest to convince my mother to move away, somewhere nice, somewhere warm, but the hassle was far greater than what she cared for.

Ever since my father left us for another woman, she just got worse. It was a waiting game at this point because I was certain the pills would soon enough kill her…

“Lottie!” She shouts, with a mothering voice which would fool anyone into thinking she was a good parent.

“Yes?” I call back, watching the rain come to a slow halt – causing my heart rate to quicken.

“The rain is stopping… you can go out now.” She yells back, as I close my eyes and breathe.

Nothing good lasts forever does it?

“Mom I’m not feeling too great…” I attempt, before she cuts me off completely and yells back-

“Shut up! The fresh air will help… now out you go.” She argues back, as I sigh – knowing all too well she wouldn’t let this go until she got what she wanted.

Since my father left, she’s struggled to look at me for more than ten seconds at a time…

I made slow moves, taking my time to pull on warmer clothes. I then gathered my socks and boots – moving at a snail pace to pull them on and tie the laces.

Maybe I could hide somewhere in the house… that way I won’t have to go outside?

I weighed the pros and cons of the idea, deciding that the last time I had tried that trick, she had caught me and it worked out worse for me in the long run.

No food for a week and she wouldn’t let me back inside until midnight most days… not to mention the beating I got for it…

I cringe at the memory, knowing it didn’t take much for her to lose her temper… I often blamed myself since it seemed most people I had met so far in my life, had either left me or expressed their hatred for me.

I am the problem.

I pulled on my last boot, tying up the laces at snail pace as my mind races with more depressing notions.

“F**king hell Charlotte! What exactly are you doing?!” I hear my mother shout again, her voice holding a slight hiss in its tone towards the end.

“Coming!” I call back, forcing the response to leave my throat as I stand and pull on a dark jacket from behind my door.

Hopefully I can hide somewhere and blend in with the outside In these dull colours…

I trudge my way downstairs, seeing her standing at the bottom – awaiting my presence. Her arms were tightly folded across her chest as her face matched her body language well – holding a sharp scowl.

“If you take that long to get ready again, I won’t let you back inside at all!” Once I was within arms reach, she grabs me and pulls me the rest of the way down the steps and hauls me towards the front door.

I wished in times like these I had my own phone, where I could kill time by watching random videos or playing dumb games like the other kids do in school.

“Well, well, you just can’t get enough of us can you slut? Couldn’t wait til tomorrow to see us at school eh?” I hear the familiar mocking tone of Holden say, causing my body to go rigid.

“Following us now are we?” Jason laughs, as I turn to see the three of them approaching me, revealing themselves from behind the trees.

They must know now that this is where I come to try and hide from them…

My mouth opens and closes, as my heart hammers in fear of the three boys who stood taller than me.

They walked close enough, allowing for me to smell the stench of cigarettes and aftershave.

“Do you want to try and run away today or are you going to make this one easy on us?” Tommy questions, pushing my shoulder as I gasp at the action.

Do I try and run?!

Every time I’ve ever tried to run they’ve caught me!

I’m not fast so what’s the point?!

Do I just stay here with them and get it over with?!

But what if they decide to kill me this time? What if they take it too far?!

“Looks like you want to stay… don’t worry we won’t mark your face… we will keep you pretty for your first day back at school!” Tommy (who was often the ring leader of the three) pulls out the familiar switch blade knife from his pocket.

Not this today… anything but this…

“P-Please…” I all but whisper, as they laugh and shake their heads at my useless begging.

“Hold her still.” Tommy instructs, as the other two laugh and make a quick move towards me, dragging me off the foot path and into the trees, as my eyes water profusely at the frightening pain I was about to endure.

Please God, just don’t let them kill me yet…