Afraid to Love

Chapter 7

Authors Note; oh my gosh! Thank you guys for so many reads! Yall are what keep me going! I truly thank you guys for that!

Chapter 7;

*Makenzies POV*

"Tell me. Now." I demanded. I was sick and tired of playing games with him.

Carson still had his back turned towards me. He didn't want me to see his scars, and honestly, I don't think I wanted to see them. I only wanted to get what I wanted out of him, but it's gonna take awhile.

He turned his head slightly towards me, "Why don't you fuck off?" then he turned it back to the wall, "You don't actually care." He muttered under his breath. I rolled my eyes and got closer to him on the bed.

"I do care." I said, quietly, while putting my hand gently on his back.

He shivered and slapped my hand away. "Don't touch me." He scooted away from me, and I only got closer.

"Carson, I want to know. I want to know everything."

"Why the fuck do you care? You've never been this interested in knowing before so why the sudden urge now?"

He had a point. I mean, I've always wanted to know but it never really mattered to me. I know that seems bitchy, but I really need to find out. Nikki, Madison, and Hayley were all depending on me to find out this information.

"Carson, I've always wanted to know."

He laughed, unemotionally, mockingly, "You're lying. You don't care. Your little friends downstairs do. God, I really hate liars." He stood up and walked over to his dresser. He opened the first drawer and pulled out a small, crumpled photo and then threw it at me.

The picture he threw at me had a little boy in it. The little boy had light brown, scruffy hair that wasn't really messy and it was kinda long. His eyes were a beautiful bluish gray, and his skin was so light and pure. Free of any scratches. This boy looked about 4 years old. He looked really tiny and he was wearing a white shirt and blue shorts. He seemed happy.

Why did he throw this at me?

Carson crossed his arms and smirked, "Do you know who that boy is?"

"No. But I have a feeling you're gonna tell me anyways."

"Stop being a smart ass. That boy you see in that photo is me."

"Why do you have it?"

"To remind myself that I was actually happy once. I was full of life. I wasn't broken in that picture. I didn't have cuts, burns, or any worries in the world. Or at least, I don't think I did. When I turned four, my dad decided to start abusing me. I got that picture taken a week before he hit me."

"Really? You look so... Vulnerable. You actually look happy." I stared at the picture and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

He nodded, "I was." He closed his drawer, crossed his arms, and decided to look out the window.

"What happened?"

"My dad has a fucked up life too. I guess once my mom died, all that pent up anger finally decided to come out. He abused pot and alchohal, to escape from reality, but everytime he wasn't high or drunk, he'd hit me. I dreaded everytime he came home. He would take me up to his room.... And just slap the shit out of me. Even when I didn't do anything wrong, he would still do these things. It was wrong and fucked up. After he got done slapping and beating me, he would get the rope and needles....." Carson started crying by then.

I wanted him to continue. No matter how much it hurt. "Carson, it's okay. Just continue. He's not here now so he can't hurt you. No one will know about this." I set the picture down and put my hands in my lap.

Carson just cried harder but he continued, "He would tie me down to his bed..... He would stick a needle in my arm, and that shit... It made me go numb. I couldn't move or do anything. Sometimes, it made me pass out. I didn't know what the fuck went on after I passed out. I... I don't want to k-know. The things he did to me... They were fucked up, Makenzie. I can't l-look him in the eyes without him beating me."

He kept stammering and I actually felt bad. I got up and went over to try and comfort him, but once I got close to him, he backed away.

"Do you know what he did to my step sister?! He fucking molested her right in front of me and then killed her. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything because I was afraid... I was afraid.." He was crying so hard, and it was to the point to where he couldn't speak without his voice breaking.

"Afraid of what...?" I asked, quietly.

He looked up at me with pleading eyes, "I was afraid that I was going to be next." He dropped to his knees and covered his face with his hands. I've never seen him like this. I hated it.

"Carson, it's okay. I promise you." I sat down next to him and held him. He clung to me and put his face in my neck. My neck quickly became wet with his hot tears.

"Don't hurt me..."

"I won't. I won't tell Nikki, Madison, or Hayley either. Your secret is safe with me."