Charlotte grew up a fairly typical American girl. She did very well in school, was in every major club, and was runner-up prom queen her senior year. However, she was always drawn to the party lifestyle and guys that were the ‘bad boy’ type. When Charlotte was 19, she got pregnant from a one night stand and had a little baby girl. She absolutely adored her daughter, and would do anything to keep her safe and taken care of.
Charlotte met Dylan on a dating app and she was immediately smittened when she laid eyes on his profile pic. Dylan had dark hair, a short beard, plenty of tattoos, and was sitting on his motorcycle smoking a cigarette. She messaged him and they set up a meeting at a local bar that same night. Charlotte’s mother watched her daughter while she went out. Her mother thought it was healthy that Charlotte was getting out and meeting people since having the baby.
Charlotte and Dylan had been spending almost every moment with each other for about two months. Dylan would stay the night at her apartment most nights unless he had an overnight run to make. He sold crystal meth for a local biker gang known as the Vile Brigade. On occasion, he would have to drive south and meet members of the Mexican cartel to make the pick up. Charlotte knew from their initial meeting that Dylan sold drugs, and that added to his mystique and her fascination with him. The first night they were together, they smoked meth and had every kind of hedonistic sex imaginable. She was hooked on both Dylan and the drug.
There wasn’t a day that went by that Charlotte didn’t smoke or snort meth. Surprisingly, she managed to keep her addiction under control, attend work, and be a good mother. That is, until Dylan showed up with a rig and injected the poison into her veins for the first time. This took Charlotte on a downward spiral into the depths of the worst kind of hell imaginable.
On nights when Dylan wasn’t around, he would tell a few biker buds to take a little dope over to Charlotte’s place and have some fun with her. The first few times Charlotte felt dirty and used, but soon the stronghold of the drug made it feel like the norm, and she somehow justified it. While the gang of bikers each had their way with her, all she could think about was getting that next fix and her precious little girl. Charlotte laid on her bed spread eagle, being used by a menagerie of men, and thought about her sweet, innocent daughter.
Dylan was withdrawing more and more as Charlotte was steadily wasting away. The once voluptuous, pretty girl, who was always smiling, was now turning into a real life zombie. Her teeth were discolored with rot beginning to set in. The retail store where she worked let her go, due to her new, scrawny, unkempt look. She was either on multiple day benders or sleeping a few days in a row. The sound of a hungry kid was what woke her most of the time. Charlotte absolutely hated herself for what she had become, but the draw of the drug was immeasurable. She couldn’t fathom just how low she had sunk.
As Charlotte laid in the bed, she took a massive hit from her glass pipe. She slowly exhaled a plume of off-white smoke, watching it swirl and dance before her. Charlotte placed the pipe on her chest, cradled between two rib bones where her breast used to be, and thought about her daughter. She pondered her birth, what she would be like when she got older, who she would marry, and what she was doing at that very moment.
Charlotte wondered if she could have gotten even more money from those men for her.