Emmy!" Charlie yelled out as he ran across the airport lounge, bag swaying gently on his back, smacking against it with a gentle thudding sound. Grinning as he spotted her, he ran straight into her arms, his thin and tiny 5 foot exactly frame almost crashing into her. "Emmy.." He mummered again, sniffling as tears ran down his thin face, overjoyed at being with her once again. Dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and blue converse, he looked nowhere near as dapper as his older sister did, but shared the same pale skin, eyes and hair colour, making it easy to figure out they were related in some manner. Breaking away a moment later, he smiled at her. "I missed you." His voice was soft, gentle, melodic in tone. "Ohh.. I got you a gift." He shoved his hands into his jeans pocket, yanking out a homemade friendship bracelet, consisting of pink, red and black beads. Handing her it, he leant back on his heels slightly. looking up as his stomach let out a huge growl. "Oh.. I apologise, I haven't eaten since I left the house." He sighed, then looked back up at the taller girl. "How are you, big sister?"

The last 2 years had been a living hell for Charlie. He'd been battling with his sexuality for a while, not sure what he was. He didn't like girls, but he'd had his first kiss with a female classmate. It'd been the worst thing he'd ever done, but he felt forced to do it to "fit in" and make his.. "stepfather" happy. He hated that man. He knew he was evil from the day they met, from how he treated his mother to forcing him to keep out of touch with Emma. He'd been broken by the lack of contact with the older woman, as she was his.. well, his best friend, his older sister, his comfort blanket and the constant pillar of support in his life, writing letters to her had been his favourite thing, and he loved getting them back, they truly did brighten up his day. He'd locked himself in his room for days, reading and rereading the letters he had from Emma, as if she'd return to him one day. He knew it wouldn't happen, but it was good to dream.. healthy, even. It kept him going, anyway.

The day he was caught looking at the support groups was the worst. He'd been beaten black and blue, though it'd been confined to under his shirt and jeans, as to not raise any form of suspicion. The reading of the bible was certainly.. interesting, and he was thankful the man gave up halfway through, leaving him to treat the cuts and bruises the best he could do. When his mother had told him he was to go and live with Emma, he could hardly believe his luck. He was excited for weeks leading up to It, and the plane journey had dragged on, causing him to start worrying. The longer he was left alone with his own thoughts, the more he thought he'd arrive with no sign of Emma, and not idea where to look. He had her photo to go off, and he was sure he'd pick her out of the crowd anyway, she was his sister! But if she didn't want to see him? No, no, she would..