The Psychotic Duo. C.G

"I love you"

7

Last night Carl had willingly confessed his feelings and I was thinking roughly through it for 3 hours before I fell asleep last night.

I woke up this morning to the sound of my door slam open. "Are you two having sex!" A familiar voice shouted over us. I turned around to see my mum. Yeah we were having sex. But still? Why assume. She was never fucking here was she.

"Ohh- hey mum" I voiced half asleep.Carl started waking up. He was sleeping under my head, near my chest. His arms were wrapped around my torso. He was shirtless too. "Who the hell is that?" Mum screeched. "Im Carl.". Carl slowly said in a sleepy voice.

"Uhhh- I don't have the energy for this shit" she said as she walked out the room with an attitude. "Fuck! We have school" I mumble and I tapped Carl. We both got up eventually and got ready. We were planning to hit Mickey D's on the way.

When we arrived at school we split ways and made it to home room. Before the bell rung. Kyle approached me. "Hey Layla. We should hang again."....he got cut off. "Nah she's actually taken." Carl confronted. "What the fuck Carl." I mumbled in anger.

I would prefer Carl over Kyle any day but I knew for a fact I was gonna get hurt by Carl. He was gonna rip my heart out of my chest and carve his name on it with shards of glass. I could already imagine all the damage. I already smoke and drink badly enough. I need to support myself. Physically and mentally.

After Kyle and Carl where arguing over who gets to fuck with me. I instantly walked out. I headed to the library with my iced coffee and caught up on homework. An hour later, probably halfway through maths. Carl found me. How the hell.

"What are you doing?" He casually asked as he sat bedside me. "Work" I replied trying to concentrate, "yo, why would you pick him over me" he questioned. "you'd stab my heart and watch it bleed out cus your fucking cold." I quickly implied.

"No I wouldn't" he attempted again. I packed up my shit in a rush. "Well you already halfway there". I quickly muttered.

I walked out and headed to buy food. After school. I made it without running into the two mother fuckers i was hiding from. After making it home I shut the door behind me. I pull out two pieces of gum and roughly chew through my anger. I turn to the the kitchen assuming no one's there as per usual. 

"Hey". Someone voiced. "Oh my fking god what the hell carl". I walked into the kitchen and grabbed him by his arm. "Your house is that way. " I pointed leading him out. I dragged him all the way out to the street behind my house. "Wanna suck me off?" He asks. This guy, had no filter.

"No! Seriously fuck off". I yelled grabbing his arm. I walked him out shutting the front door behind me. "You can't just fuck some other dude." He cleared. "It's not like we have any strings attached." I mumbled. I was about to walk back In until he tugged roughly on my hand. "Ow, let go" I spoke trying to pull away.

"I love you. Like actually love, you". He repeats. "Your fucking high" I scoffed. I walked to his house making him follow. I knocked on the door. "Delivery" I yell. the door flies open. It was Debbie. "You good Carl?" Debbie questioned. "He's high" I explain pulling him into the house as I left.

The sensation of letting Carl go dragged my mind all the way back home as I try to convince myself I wasn't attracted to him. It's been around for months of knowing him. I use my thoughts to escape how I feel. But I think of Carl. His menacing personality. His looks. His body. And it's glued to the back of my brain.

.......

Next afternoon.

I made it out of school without drawing attention to Carl and Kyle. When I made it home my eyes shot up to my dad. My abusive alcoholic dad who left me for 7 years. And decided to come back...

It was already pretty dark when I got home so I couldn't really leave. I made my way to my room to pack my bag for tomorrow fully ignoring my dad. My mum walked down the hallway yelling "your dads back. Say hi".

Abso-fucking-lutely not. I finished my shower and I walked out of my room quietly. Both of them were standing right outside my bedroom door. "Acknowledge him you little shit" my mum spits. I pushed past the both of them and looked inside the fridge for some water. I grabbed a bottle and headed to the shops. Before I left my mum grabbed my wrist

Throwing a punch to my face. Then my dad pushed me so damn hard I fell on the same arm I broke. How could I even call them my parents

I walked outside in disbelief sitting on the side of the road with a bottle of vodka and smokes.

It started to heavily rain so I pulled my hood over my head. I was holding back the urge to cry. I lit the end of the cig in my mouth and blew out. Some of my stress left as the smoke blew away.

A few minutes later I see a figure shadowing above me. "Hey" a soft voice spoke. It was Carl. I didn't turn my head to check. I just knew. He sat down beside me. He stuck out his hand for the bottle. with my good hand I passed it to him.

"What's wrong?" The tear I was holding back fell. I started sniffling. He noticed, placing the bottle next to him. He kneeled on one knee in front of me. Pulling my face into his shoulder. A few seconds later I pull away. Covering my face. Pulling the hood down more, hiding the aftermath of the punch.

He placed his hand on one of my shoulders and gently grabbed my arm. I winced from the pain on my wrist. he grabbed it gently realising. "Who did this?".

I didn't speak. He turns his head to my house. Checking whether something had happened. He jumps up and headed inside.

A few minutes go by and I hear the door fly shut behind Carl. He rushed over to me with a bag full of things. His knuckles were bloody. He grabbed me by my good arm and I grabbed the vodka with my hurt wrist. "We need to get out of here right now." He rushed

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Tysm for the 10 people who read this story. Sorry that it taking ages I have a bunch of school to catch up on and work... list any ideas or plots. I'll make sure to include them ❤️