Voodoo Doll

Chapter 119

Carson

*5 days later*

Everyone for the most part had recovered from the accident.

I, on the other hand, was still very shaken up. I was nervous and absolutely terrified about how crazy my family was and could be. They were out to hurt me.

They were out to kill me.

And not just me anymore, actually, the people I cared most about and loved, (who millions loved as well) , my friends. I begged them to let me leave, because I was danger to myself and everyone around me.

Of course, they said no. That, we were in this together. That's a boatload of crap. Because my family was out to torture me, and if they had to kill my friends, they would kill my friends. I hated to say it, but my friends were not part of this in the way they thought.

No, they were just obstacles, and I was trophy.

"Carson, earth to Carson!" Bella and Sam were screaming at me, causing my jump and practically land on Bella.

"Sorry, sorry. I kinda zoned out." I mumble.

"Yeah well you have an interview." Bella grumbles. "Just you."

"Why?" I question, my eyes widening. "Is this because of the accident?"

Sam and Bella give me somber looks, and they don't even have to answer.

"I don't want to," i softly say. "Please don't make me."

Sam sighed. "Carson, Anna and Bella got interviewed once already."

"But they were together! Why do I have to do this alone?" I whined, crossing my arms and leaning away from them as they tried to hoist me up.

"Fine," Sam shouts, running a hand through her hair. "Fine, I'll go on with you."

"Can you even do that?" Bella asks, as she catches my arm and tries to tug me to my feet.

"Who cares? She agreed!" I jump to my feet, happy but not smiling. "Let's go, better not get in any more trouble then we will be."

Sam and Bella hesitate before following me as I leave the lobby of the current hotel we were in, but we all climb into a car together. And the we're off to my very first interview.

*

"Hi Carson. I understand Sam will be coming on with us?" The blonde host of the interview says. She's been polite enough so far, but she'll probably be one of those people who ask too personal questions.

"Yeah, is that okay?" I nervously ask, cracking my knuckles nervously.

"Oh, it's fine. But we'll need to ask you a few questions first, then we'll move onto other questions involving the both of you."

I nod, and I want to play with my hair but I just got it put into some complicated fishtail for the interview.

Sam appears by my side. "Bella had to wait in the dressing room, I still can't get ahold of Bell or Anna."

I shrug. "Whatever. Are we really about to do this?"

I stare at the set in front of me as the host sits down on a stool, someone hurrying a microphone over to her.

"Well, we're here now. No point in being afraid, what do we have to loose?" I can tell Sam is nervous, as she scrambles for encouraging words.

"Okay, yeah you're right. Just don't think about how we could make total fools out of our selves."