Warnings: Mentions of Abusive Relationships, Mature Language, Violence, Death, Blood, Serious Injuries, Mentions of Drug Abuse, Self Harm, Mentions of Suicide, Murder.
A/N: Okay so this is the last chapter before the Epilogue showing a flashforward. I just wanted to say I have adored writing this book and I love Carol so much! This chapter is also a long one.
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𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? Did Carol tell me she loved me, as in Carol Denning, the Denning that killed her own sister and wants to kill the other. It was lights out and I was staring up at the ceiling in silence, deep in thought over everything. "You can't just ignore it yanno." Carol commented as I sighed rolling towards my side. "I can try." I replied looking at a picture of my son and I and another of my family.
"You're just being stupid because for some reason ya don't wanna admit I'm right." My girlfriend stated as I rolled my eyes. "This isn't some petty discussion Carol! You just said some amor bullshit that you didn't even mean." I snapped harshly at her refusing to hop off the bunk and meet her eyes. "Bulltrue baby girl! I know what I meant and I meant it! I fuckin' love you and the fact you dare to accuse me of spitting shit at you because you aren't ready to admit that you love me!" Carol shouted, whenever she said "you" she kicked the bottom of my bed harshly.
"Shit." I mumbled as a powerful kick caused my bed to move slightly. "Maybe it's because I don't!" I yelled as tears welled in my eyes. "Have you thought that maybe I don't care about you, that I just like having someone there to make me feel like I'm okay. So don't try convince me to love a person like you." I lied as tears fell down my face. "You don't mean that." She tried to fight back. "I do, now goodnight Carol." I told her closing my eyes and hearing her mutter.
"You're just like Frieda."
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𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 next day to hear Carol banging around in the cell, I opened my eyes to see I was sat on the floor, "How'd I get here?" I wondered. "I pushed you on the floor, you don't want special treatment do ya?" Carol glared as I sighed standing up. "I think it was uncalled for, for you to leave me with a fat bruise." I grumbled looking at the weapon she made for me. "I think it was uncalled for, for you to be a cunt. Don't see me complaining." She retorted.
"Care let me--" I tried to explain. "If you're so serious about not caring about me I don't want you callin' me that." She spat back as I leant my head against hers, "Just because I can't say it doesn't mean I don't care...Or love you. I'm just scared." I admitted as she pressed her body against mine. "Of what?" Denning questioned. "Of hurting the people I love all over again, the last person I loved it turned to shit." I whispered out. "I won't let it happen again." She mumbled whilst I pressed my lips against hers.
