Every Other Day I Die {bxb}

~ Chapter Four ~

⚠️Tw cutting scene, verbal abuse/yelling and other mature themes⚠️

      They both pulled up to Carson's house, Carson pulled into the garage and Adam parked on the street, but entered through the garage door with Carson who waited to shut the door in his face.

     "Hey mom, I'm home, I brought a friend to help them study," he yelled through the house while taking off his shoes and jacket, leaning against the wall for support. "It's the kid who I helped get the car for, his dad is acting weird so I figured it would be best to spend the night and go to school in the morning."
     The two walked into the living room. Carson was a big guy who walked from heel to toe, he had loud footsteps that made the ground echo a bit.
      "Who is is? Jacob? Or maybe Dyl-" she asked as she peaked around the corner spotting Adam, obviously surprised, "oh... what's your name sweetheart?" Before he could respond Carson wrapped his arm around Adams shoulders, "His name is Adam, he's a new kid and he hasn't been able to make friends so I figured he could be mine." He said with a smile, looking down on Adam.
     Adam was shorter than Carson by a few inches and Carson was infinitely stronger. He just nodded,
     "Ok sweetie, go check on your sisters before you go into your room, make sure their not dead or something, then have fun!, I'll leave a plate from dinner for both of you in the fridge in case you want anything." And with that she turned into the kitchen again, clattering glasses and other clinking noises then proceeded to fill the room. Carson's face dropped to a mildly irritated look. He grabbed the back of Adam's neck, causing him to flinch, then he gently pushed him to the base of the staircase leading upstairs.
     "I don't really want you meeting my sisters because they will bother us all night until they have to go to bed, follow my footstep tempo all the way to the bedroom, if they find out about you I'll beat you." He whispered while leaning down to be really close to his ear. Immediately Adam started falling in perfect step with Carson, carefully watching his footsteps compared to Carson's.
      When they walked through the hall, Carson purposely pushed him, causing him to trip a little, but he made a quick recovery, almost immediately falling back in tempo, Carson just scoffed a little.
      They reached Carson's room and he held the door open for Adam.
     "Don't dig through my shit, I'll be back in a bit, there's a chair or the bed, sit," and with that he immediately closed the door, commotion could be heard in the other room little girls laughing and a deeper, louder voice talking, it was hard to tell what was being said through the walls, eventually their door closed and his door opened. He walked in and slowly closed the door behind him while glaring at Adam.
     "You look pathetic sitting there like that ya know," he said while walking closer, his footsteps were softer in his room, like he made the effort to walk quieter. As he got closer Adam scooted further back on the bed until he was pressed against the wall.
      "How are you still alive Adam?" the question surprised him. Not only was it rare that Carson personally referred directly to Adam by his name, but he also though he was going to get beat or something. He didn't know.
    "Well?" Carson's voice was louder, but that didn't mean that Adam had the answer anymore than he did when he first asked. He looked away ashamed, though he wanted to die, the idea of admitting it was scary, it felt like commitment if he admitted it. Carson was looming over him, his blonde eyebrows were in a deep furrow and his eyes pierced through him. He was scared. He didn't want to be alive, but he didn't really want to die. He just didn't want to be him. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want this, he didn't know. "fucking ANSWER ME-" Carson grabbed a fistful of Adam's hair when her raised his voice, pulling their faces closer together. It felt like all the light in the room was sucked out with Carson leaning over him, they were inches from each other, Adam couldn't do anything to protect himself, he broke down in tears.
"I don't know ...," he said it soft as hot tears streaked down his face, he couldn't look away so he just closed his eyes very tight. "I don't know, I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me here..." he tried to shove Carson away with his hands, but it was like pushing against a brick wall, Carson gripped tighter onto his hair and Adam flinched, trying to push away with his legs. He put a foot on Carson's stomach and the other on his thigh and pushed away but again to no use. "Please"
Carson sighed, shoving Adams head against the wall as he pushed him away by the hair and let go. Carson turned around and walked away to the center of the room and just stood there taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. When Adam looked, the bedroom light was directly over head, defining his muscles, Carson was in a tank-top, the lighting it's self had no warmth and it probably needed to be replaced with how dim it was.
"Go take a shower, I'll bandage you up afterwards," his tone was cold, demeaning, and demanding, but Adam didn't move, mostly out of fear. "Get the fuck up, my bathroom is on the right." His voice was still calm.
He had a habit of tapping his fingers. Index to thumb, ring to thumb, middle to thumb, pinky to thumb, repeat.
"GET THE FUCK OUT" he turned around and pointed at the door. Adam scrambled up off the bed and out the door, closing it quietly behind him. There was a small thud against the door, Carson was sitting against it. Adams eyes were still puffy and red, and tears were still dripping down his face, much slower now. He tiptoed over to the bathroom, careful not to disturb his sisters. He got in and closed the door, locking it behind him. He to leaned against the closed door and slumped down to the floor, this was probably the loudest he ever cried, but it wasn't loud enough to for anyone to hear behind a closed door.
He started up the shower and started to get undressed, emptying his pockets and taking of accessories first, then shirt pants. He took the bandages off too, throwing them away.