Afraid to Love

Chapter 23

Chapter 23;

*Makenzies POV*

"Carson? Are you okay?" I asked through the bathroom door. Carson has been in there for almost 2 hours. I hadn't heard a word from him, and I was starting to panic. "Carson?! Open up, please?" I started banging on the door, and the door finally opened.

Carson looked dead. He was staring at me with cold, emotionless eyes. His hair was all messy from not brushing it, and his skin was paler than the last time I saw him. He had a cut going up his arm that was about six inches long. I stated at him in disbelief, and I could feel my mouth hanging opened.

"Go ahead. Stare," Carson muttered, pushing past me to go to his bedroom. "I know it's ugly."

"Why'd you do that?"

He glared at me. "Because I'm a whore. That's all I ever will be,"

I put my hand on Carson's shoulder and he flinched. I sighed and said, "You're not a whore. Why're you thinking that?"

"My dad told me,"

"And you believe him?"

He nodded, and he stared at the ground. "I believe everything he has told me..."

"Don't. You have nothing to be at fault for,"

"I'm sorry,"

"For?"

"Everything,"

I groaned and say down on Carson's bed. He came over and sat next to me too, and held my hand. His arm was bleeding like crazy but he didn't seem to notice.

"Carson, you're bleeding,"

"Thanks for stating the obvious,"

I rolled my eyes, and got up to go get the first aid kit. I pulled out gauze, and some cleaner and started dabbing it on his wound. He didn't flinch or anything when I touched it. He didn't seem to notice that I was even doing this. He was out of it today.

I finished up what I was doing, and got Carson's sleep clothes out. All they were was boxers. I threw them at him, and his eyes grew wide. He quickly slipped into them and sprawled out on his bed. He hugged his pillow and motioned for me to come and join him. I climbed into the bed and cuddled up to his chest.

"Makenzie, I'm sorry,"

"Stop saying that. It gets old,"

"But I am." he whispered quietly so I couldn't hear him.

I turned over to face Carson and his eyes were crying. I sighed and put my hands on his face. His lip quivered, and he closed his eyes. I bit my lip and laid my face close to his.

"Why're you crying?" I asked, kissing his nose. He smiled a little and opened his eyes. His eyes were so beautiful...

"I'm thinking again. I can't stop,"

I kissed his lips this time and he kissed me back, urgently. I pulled myself closer to him, and stopped kissing him. He gave me sad eyes, and kissed my forehead.

"Better now?" I asked, wiping the rest of his tears away. He nodded and laid his head on top of mine. I could hear his breathing getting slower and he quickly fell asleep.

***

"What the fuck, Carson?!" Danielle shouted, and snatched the alcohol away from Carson. Carson had just pulled it out of the fridge before Danielle walked in on him.

"Give it back," He said harshly. "Give it back before I slap the shit out of you,"

Danielle scoffed. "You wouldn't dare do such a thing, you little asshole,"

Carson laughed slightly, "I wouldn't? Oh Danielle, you underestimate me,"

"Sit your ass down before I get your father,"

"He's not my father,"

"God damn it Carson. You always do this! Tyler is your father now shut up!"

"Don't tell me what to do you whore,"

Danielle slapped Carson across the face, and Carson's eyes grew furious. He started to charge at Danielle but I got in front of her to protect her. Carson stopped in his tracks and glared at me.

"Move, Makenzie,"

"No. Don't hurt her. You'll regret it later,"

"Regret?!" Carson started laughing an emotionless laugh. "You think I will regret beating this bitch up?"

"This 'bitch' is my mother,"

"All the more reason to beat her,"

I glared at Carson with narrow eyes. He glared back but with more intensity in his eyes. He was starting to scare me with the way he stared at me.

Danielle quickly slipped out of the kitchen, leaving Carson and I alone. I was afraid she was going to do that. I sighed, and leaned against the counter.

"Why do you need to drink?" I asked, not looking at him.

"Because I fucking want to?"

"Stop being a smart ass. You don't need the alcohol,"

"Whatever. Fuck you." Carson stormed out of the room, and I stomped my foot. He was being such an idiot. Last night, he was being a sweet boy, and now he's that little monster again.

Authors Note; sorry this chapter is short. I got writers block. But anyway! Comment your favorite character and why!(: be sure to vote!