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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I'm not making any money from this, nor do I own the Ninja Turtles - I'm just borrowing them for a while.
I hope you'll like this chapter. It's dark, but I'm proud of it.
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“Her Dad?!!” Donatello thought, frowning. It pissed him off that anyone would dare speak to Charlie like that. He grabbed a towel and hurried to the bedroom to hide. Why the hell was he here anyway?

Don peeked out from a crack in the door as Charlie opened the front door for her father. “Sorry, Daddy. I was in the shower and I didn’t hear you knocking.” Don expected to see a huge, angry man, but Charlie’s father was skinny, short, and very mild-mannered. He was dressed in ratty black clothes from head to toe.

“Hello pumpkin!” he cried cheerfully, stepping in to the apartment and sweeping her up in a big hug. “How’ve you been, honey-pie?”

Don was confused. Wasn’t this the jerk who was pounding on the door, swearing at her a minute ago?

“Pretty good, Daddy. Come on in. Want some coffee?” Charlie shut the door behind her father and hung his black coat up for him, before heading into the kitchen.

“That’d hit the spot, pumpkin,” he said following her. “How’re things at the store?” Charlie busied herself, putting the coffee pot on and spreading some cookies on a plate. “Oh, it’s just great! I’ve got a great group of people working there now. It took me a while to learn what kind of people to hire.” Charlie gabbled on about the store, but Don could hear the false cheer in her voice. He also noticed that her hands shook as she poured the coffee. “You take yours black, don’t you, Daddy?”

“Huh? Oh yes, black please, pumpkin.” Don snorted silently. The asshole wasn’t even listening to her. Why was he here?

“Good cookies,” her dad commented. “You make ‘em?”

“Yeah” Charlie blushed, wringing her hands under the kitchen table where her dad couldn’t see them. Don’s lip curled - Charlie was really on edge, like she expected something to happen.

Her dad smiled.” You got a boyfriend?”

“Uh... well... I, uh...” Charlie stammered. What was she supposed to say? Donnie was in the next room, listening. She knew she liked him, and he’d just proven that the turtles were definitely attracted to humans, but they’d never even been on a date!

Although... he did visit her everyday... but what if he was just curious about her body and wasn’t really interested in...”

“Maybe?” her dad laughed, sipping his coffee. “Good coffee too.”

Charlie smiled, blushing again. “Maybe.”

Don grinned for a moment. A ‘maybe’ was wayyyyyyyyyyy better than a ‘no’.

Charlie and her Dad sat and talked for a while about poetry and family stuff. Don noticed that she was beginning to relax a bit.

Charlie couldn’t get over how normal her dad was being. Maybe they could start to have a bit of a relationship. It’d be nice not to spend Christmas alone again.

“Have you written anything lately, Dad?” Charlie asked, turning around to pour more coffee. Don saw the man’s face cloud and guessed what was coming, but it took Charlie by surprise.

“That fucking BITCH of a mother of yours!” Charlie jumped and dropped her mug on the floor where it shattered, spilling hot coffee on her bare feet. She jumped back in pain, but her dad didn’t seem to notice or care. Don clenched his fists, wanting to run out and help her. She grabbed a tea-towel and started cleaning up the mess. Her father kept shouting as if nothing had happened.

“FUCK! Her lawyers got the courts to take away nearly every FUCKING penny I make! I can’t fucking write anything, because she gets paid all the fucking royalties.” He slammed his fist down onto the table, making Charlie jump.

Donatello was getting more pissed off by the second. He’d seen guys like this before. They thought they were big men, frightening their girlfriends, wives and children. “If he fucking lays a finger on her, I’ll kill him.” Don bared his teeth and his knuckles went white.

“Daddy...” Charlotte said softly, still cleaning up the broken bits of china, not looking at him. She didn’t want him to see the tears in her eyes... so much for Christmas.

He immediately calmed down. “Sorry pumpkin, it just pisses me off.”

“I know it does,” she said quietly, getting another mug down from the cupboard. She poured a new coffee and sat back down at the table, not meeting his eyes.

“Is this what her childhood was like?” Don wondered, disgusted at the thought of a child that was to timid to speak to its parent. Splinter had never ever raised his voice to them when they were little. “Even when we really deserved it,” Don remembered.

Charlie’s dad droned on and on about poetry and about being asked to perform as a special guest at a Poetry Slam. Charlie wasn’t nervous anymore. He had broken her again. She sat in front of him nodding at the appropriate intervals, still not making eye contact. Don caught a glimpse of her eyes. The usual sparkle was gone and they looked dull and glassy. It tore at Don’s heart. He wanted his happy, go-getter Charlie back.

“Anyway,” her dad continued. “I thought I’d take a shot at running the store. See how that goes for a while.”

Charlie blinked. “The store?”

“Yeah. My father’s store. I thought I’d run it for a while. I could do with some extra cash.”

“B-but... it’s my store” Charlie said, beginning to snap out of the trance he seemed to have her in. “Grampa left it to me. I own it.”

“You wouldn’t turn your old man out in the cold, would you?”

“So that’s it,” Don mumbled. “The bastard’s broke.”

“No Daddy, I wouldn’t...but”

“But nothing. It was my Dad’s store and I want it.”

Don couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Charlie had poured her heart into that place.

“No.” Charlie said, standing up.

“No?”

“N.O. No.”

“What’s the matter? Do you think I’m too stupid to see a few fucking books?”

“I think you’d run it into the ground like you have with everything else in your life. It’s MY store, and I don’t want you anywhere near it.”

“WHAT?!! YOUR STORE?! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SLUT!!” He lunged across the table and grabbed her hair, slamming her head down hard on the table. “I RAISED YOU! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!!”

“You’re hurting me!” Charlie screamed.

He ignored her and slammed her head into the table twice more. The room started spinning. She could taste blood. Then his hands were gone from her head. She fell to the floor. Her Dad was sprawled on his back on the other side of the living room.

Donatello walked over to him and picked him up by his shirt, lifting him right off the ground until he was looking directly into the angry turtle’s face.

Charlie couldn’t believe it. Donnie was always so sweet and gentle, but here was that dangerous side - the one she’d seen in the shower. Don looked ferocious. His teeth were bared and his eyes were narrow slits behind his purple ninja mask. Her father was too shocked to speak.

“Think you’re a big man, you little weasel?” Don growled. His voice was deep and gravely. The man stank. He smelled like B.O., cheap booze, and cigarettes.

“What the fuck are you?!” Her dad shrieked.

“A real big man.” Don said calmly, throwing him hard into the wall. His head dented the plaster and he sank down to the floor. He shakily got to his feet and sneered at Donatello.

“Fuck you freak!” he screamed and ran at Don who didn’t flinch. Was this guy for real?

Charlie’s dad punched Donatello in the gut and howled in pain. Charlie flinched, hearing bones breaking against the hard shell. Then fast as lightening, Don’s hand was around his neck and he picked him up by the throat. Charlie’s dad kicked and gagged as Don walked slowly to the door and flung him into the wall in the hallway. He bent down and grabbed the front of the guy’s shirt, pulling him close to his face - as close as Charlie had been when they’d almost kissed.

“If I ever see you again, I’ll feed you your own nuts, asshole.”

Don went back in to the apartment and saw the man’s jacket hanging on the coat rack. He grabbed it, opened the door and tossed it to the stunned man, before slamming and locking the door.
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