Prologue

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"Fuck me," his arm swings over my shoulder and knocks over the bloody rag on the floor.

The bloody shirt on the floor drips on the wooden floors of the bar we are currently in. His promise to not get drunk and do something rash deadpans my ability to be sincere with him.

Why is there so much blood?

He mumbles something under his breath, I push him off of me, and pick up the ruined shirt off the floor. Falling, he catches himself on the table in the corner of the room next to the window.

Groaning, he turns to look at me smiling his goofy grin I have come to gate in my time over the past two years. I love him, but I wish he wasn't here.

He has done some terrible things in the time we have been trapped in our minds. Carter is a murderer.

Never could I ever been so in love with someone this psychotic, but he is broken to the core. Carter is the one who needs protecting, not me.

My dad's talk with him really got to him. After we went back to the house in Fridley, he made it his purpose to take care of me. Even if it killed him a million times.

I am a big girl, I can take care of myself. He blames himself every day for getting me here. Now it is my turn to take care of him, hate is the word I would use to describe my feelings towards him right now.

"Let's go to bed and pick up this mess when we wake up. It wants us to keep moving," Carter walks passed me into the stairway.

He isn't as drunk as I thought he was, his steady hands move along the railing as his feet flide to each step. Shaking my head, I follow up after him.

Reaching our room on the second floor, he takes out his set of keys and unlocks the brown wooden door. The door creaks open to a one bed, small bathroom, and viewless room.

We have been here for three nights, now. I am getting sick of this place, the smell is rancid, but I am assuming it is the entity's doing.

"I'm gonna take a shower," I say, opening the bathroom door to the small room.

Closing the door, I take off my clothes and turn the water on. The water drips for a moment and then pours out of the top of the shower head.

I take a look in the dirty mirror courtesy the bloody nose my beloved had last night.

"I told you not to talk to him," I pull the covers off of me and walk up to Carter.

His shirt is ripped and blood is splattered over his open chest. The disappointment radiated off of me.

"It's not my blood," he says. "Well, the blood on my face is," god is he stupid?

Pinching his arm, I bring him over to the bathroom sink and turn the faucet on. His shirt comes off and I throw it in the shower along with his pants that he takes off.

"Why did you have to go and do that? it isn't part of the plan," I sit him down on the toilet seat and grab toilet paper for him to hold on to his nose.

I wipe off the remaining blood on his body and discard the dirty tissues in the silver garbage can.

"He was being a dick," I cut him off. "No he wasn't, I was there."

He scoffs, "you are never here."

His hands move to mine that are clasped around his neck. He grips them tight and pushes me off of him.

My back hits the glass shower doors. Pain simply comes and goes thanks to the monster inside of me, but that doesn't mean he should have pushed me.

"What the fuck was that for?"

He stands up and gets in the shower, he leaves the door open for me to get in with him. I turn away and walk into the room where our bed is.

The warm water feels good against my dried-out skin. Blood and dirt fall off in chunks to the bottom of the shower and slide down the drain.

I take the loofa from the shelf and start to scrub down my body with it. Stained red, my hands and arms don't want to come clean like the rest of my body.

"FUCK!"

I slide down the back wall and squeeze my legs into my chest. My hands pull at my hair from the roots and chunks get pulled out.

The bathroom door opens as Carter says something, but I ignore it. I feel the slight burning of my tears threatening to come out.

The shower door opens to reveal Carter looking at me with pity. I shake my head for him to leave, but he walks in.

Small as it is, it is comforting to know that we perfectly fit together in this little hole. He leans down and sits opposite of me with his head being pelted by the water above.

He takes my hands and slides me over to his position. I turn around and lean my back against his naked chest. He was probably getting undressed for bed, not taking his jeans off yet.

I wrap my arms around myself to keep his hands to himself. I don't worry he will try anything, granted I am not a virgin anymore. That shipped about a year ago after Carter and I started to move around more.

Worried for myself or the entity to touch him and seduce him as it has in the past. Carter knows me enough that when I do want to have sex, I tell him straight forward.

Just us two sitting, crying on the shower floor waiting for this to be over. Closing my eyes to hear his breathing with my own, I let myself slip back to my safe place.

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