Afraid to Love

Chapter 27

Authors Note; This chapter contains a little boyxboy action. You'll see why, but read at your own risk.

Chapter 27;

*Makenzies POV*

Carter. Of course it had to be fucking Carter. He ruins everything. How the hell does he pop up every where? Everytime Carson and I are someplace, he's magically there. What a stalker.

Carter peered into the backseat, and his eyes grew wide and angry. He stepped back and started kicking the side of the car. Carson pushed himself off of me, and locked the doors. He gave me a worried glance, and mouthed 'everything will be alright'. I nodded, and he nodded.

It was still pouring rain outside, and it was awfully dark and gray out there. I couldn't really see anything except for the big McDonalds sign, a few other restaurant advertisements, and a furious Carter beating up my car. Carson crawled into the front seat, and tried to find his keys. He slipped the keys into the car, and started the engine. I soon heard a thump on the window, and Carter was trying to break the window down to Carson's driver side.

What the hell was his problem?! Why couldn't he leave us alone? Carson started backing out of the parking lot, but Carter broke the window just in time, and grabbed Carson by his shirt. Carson panicked and tried pushing the pedal down further, but Carter pulled him out of the car, and shoved him onto the wet ground.

The thunder rippled across the sky, and it sounded like drums falling. I quickly got out of the car, and kicked Carter's leg as he was trying to punch Carson. Carter became enraged and started coming after me. I tried running to Carson, but Carter grabbed the back of my shirt, and pulled me into a choke hold. Carson stood up slowly, with his hand on the side of his head, and glared at Carter.

Carter laughed. "I've always known you were a piece of shit," Carter whispered into my ear. I shivered as his voice echoed through my head.

"I've always know you were a possessive piece of shit," I countered, and Carter slapped me. I heard a growl come from Carson, and I sent a pleading look towards him.

Carson started coming closer to us, but Carters grip became tighter and it was becoming harder to breathe.

"Ah, ah, ah... Not so fast, Taylor. I know your weakness, and I'm not going to let you have her,"

"Why not?" Carson asked quietly. It almost sounded dead. Like nothing was there.

Carter smiled. "Because you're mine,"

Carter said this with confidence, and I was completely dumbfounded. Did he just say that Carson was... His? I'm so confused.

Carson seemed that way too, and looked at him with awkward, angry eyes. "What do you mean, yours?"

Carter threw me to the ground, and I saw Carson flinch, and try to come towards me, but Carter shoved Carson up against the car, and started violently making out with him. Carson shoved at Carter, and tried with all his might to get him off. But nothing seemed to work.

*Carsons POV*

Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. Carter was making out with me, and it was fucking disgusting. I didn't know Carter would be turn out to be gay. Just knowing the fact that he has had sex with 7 other girls, and done all this stuff with them, you never would've expected this from him.

Carter pushed himself up against me, and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth. His tongue was forcing its way into mine, but I wasn't doing anything back. This seemed to anger him, and he shoved his hands down my pants. I gasped as he started working at it.

Carter must've taken this as pleasure, instead of pure disgustingness. He smiled underneath the kisses, and he was going faster. This reminded me of my dad. I hated what he was doing. Why does all this have to happen to me, huh? Can I not have a normal life like every other teenager? No. Because I'm Carson, and Carson doesn't deserve it.

Carter stopped kissing me, and growled, "Kiss back, baby."

I shoved him off of me with all the strength I could get, and he stumbled backwards. Carter smiled, and fixed his hair. His ugly brown eyes met with mine, and they looked truly evil and twisted. Carter huffed, and ran off.

I ran over to Makenzie who was slightly unconscious, because she hit her head on the ground, and her arm was hurting pretty bad. I helped her up, and hugged her with all my might. I felt tears stream down my face, and I looked into her eyes. I tilted her chin up and pecked her. Considering myself lucky that he didn't just kill her right then and there.

And he could've.