Afraid to Love

Chapter 10

Authors Note; who's your favorite character so far? I would really like to know! Also, if you have any suggestions about what I should write in my next chapters to come, feel free to comment because i do get writers block and it's not fun.

Chapter 10;

*Makenzies POV*

I was in the bathroom cleaning up Carson's mess all because he's too lazy to do it himself. That boy really pissed me off sometimes. Who comes into the bathroom and breaks a mirror for no reason?

I was sweeping up the tiny mirror pieces, until I accidentally dropped a shard of glass on my hand, and it sliced open. "Oh shit!" I whispered, quickly getting to my feet to wash the wound. It stung, and it wouldn't stop bleeding. I grabbed some toliet paper and applied pressure to it. I was definitely gonna need stitches. But who would drive me to the hospital this late at night? I didn't wanna bug Danielle and Tyler because they'd get pissed at Carson.

I could always ask Carson.

I shook my head and decided to just wrap it up in toliet paper and put tape around it to hold it there. The blood was seeping through the toliet paper and was dripping onto the floor. I sighed and tip toed out of the bathroom, and quietly entered my room. I was going to have to drive myself, but I don't know how easily that would work.

I slipped on a pair of shoes, pulled up my hair the best I could, threw on a jacket, and quietly snuck down the stairs. I almost made it out the door until I heard a quiet voice from behind me.

"Where are you going?" Carson asked, while rubbing his eyes. He came quietly down the stairs and leaned against the couch.

"I'm going out." I answered, not wanting to show him my hand. I hid it inside my jacket the best I could.

Carson walked in front of me and blocked the door. He looked at me, and smirked. "Looking like that? You look like hell. Whats the real reason?"

"I cut my damn hand open trying to clean up your mess in the bathroom." I muttered, slowly pulling out my hand to show him.

He became wide eyed as he saw the toliet paper completely soaked in blood. "Makenzie, there is no way you're going to be able to drive with that hand. I know I'm an ass and everything, but let me take you to the hospital." He grabbed the keys from my good hand, and opened the door for me.

I grunted and accepted his gesture. I wasn't happy about being in the car with Carson, only because he did this to me. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be going to the hospital needing stitches right now. I got into the car as he started the engine.

He looked at my hand, and became pale. I laughed at him, and say, "Can't handle a little blood?"

"A little? Are you fucking kidding me? That is not 'a little' blood, Makenzie."

"Whatever."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for you to cut your hand." He said, rudely. He kept his eyes on the road, and continued driving.

"Sorry isn't gonna fix my hand, now is it?"

Carson had a blank look on his face, and his eyes were frightening. He didn't say anything else the entire trip there.

Once we got to the ER, the nurse had me checked in right away, and I ended up getting 6 stitches in my hand. It looked disgusting, and it hurt so much, but I didn't complain. When I came out of the room, Carson was talking to the front desk lady about having our insurance company pay for it. We're trying to hired this a secret but I don't see a point anymore.

Carson saw me come out and his eyes brightened, like he was actually happy to see me. I doubt it. Carson and I walked out of the hospital and to the car in silence, and it felt kinda uncomfortable.

We were on the road, driving slowly back to our house, when Carson says, "Does it hurt?"

I glared at him with hard eyes. "Of course."

"I truly am sorry about this, alright? I didn't mean for it to fucking happen."

"Whatever."

"Let me see your hand," He stopped the car, and shifted his position towards me. I shook my head and decided to act like a stubborn child. "Makenzie, stop being an ignorant little bitch and let me see your god damn hand."

"Why?"

"Just let me see it."

I groaned, and gave in. Carson can be just as stubborn and if I didn't let him see it, he'd never get us home. Carson took my hand so gently that I didn't feel anything. His touch was cold, and soft. He was examining my hand carefully, and looked up at me with cold eyes.

"I'm sorry." He grumbled, under his breath.

"It's whatever."

He caressed my hand softly, and kissed it. His lips felt so soft, and so nice.