Adopted by O2L

Forgive Me?

Carter's p.o.v

It has been a couple of weeks. Tonight, Kenyon decided on spending the night with his mom in the hospital.

Bradley has been distant these past few days. He's also been coming home really late.

3am. It's 3am, and Bradley is nowhere to be found. He isn't with Connor, James, or Tris.

I heard the front door open, as I was in the living room. "Bradley?" I asked. "Yeah, baby?" He asked. He sounded completely drunk.

"Are you drunk?" I asked, angry. "Yes, but it's okaaay." He slurred. I got up, and began to walk upstairs.

"Come back here." He said. "I am not talking to you. You're drunk." I said as I made my way to my room.

"Carter." He insisted. "No, stay away from me." I said. I decided to back downstairs after a while because I couldn't sleep.

"Carter, talk to me." Bradley said. "No, you're drunk and you know how I feel about that." I hissed.

"Do you know who I saw at the bar today?" He asked me. "Who?" I asked not paying any attention to him at all.

"Kendall Jenner. Fuck, she is so beautiful." Bradley said. The last time I saw Kendall, I nearly ended her.

She had been texting Bradley, being flirty, trying to get him to have sex with her.

She was married at the time, and the twins were 11. I hate hearing her name.

I hate her. She is disgusting. Even her own family thinks that of her. She's tried to get with most of the married men here in LA, including Bradley.

"Why the fuck are you even bringing Kendall up? You know I fucking hate that bitch." I said standing up.

"Calm down, baby. She's not that bad. She's nice to have a conversation with." Bradley said, lightly laughing.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You promised me you wouldn't talk to her!" I yelled.

I completely forgot about my 3 kids, who were upstairs most likely sleeping.

"She was there, I was there! It happened!" Bradley yelled back.

"Don't fucking yell. The kids are upstairs, they don't need to know about this," I said, lowering my voice.

"I can't even believe you talked to that bitch, Bradley. You promised me you wouldn't."

"I can't fucking stay away from her. She's everywhere, Carter. I'm sorry, I just thought it would be nice to catch up with her." He said, raising his voice once again.

"She's everywhere because she's a fucking slut. While you were talking to her, did you think about your 3 kids? Or your pregnant wife?" I asked him.

"God damn it, Carter! It's not even a big deal!" He said. He knocked my coffee mug, that was on the table in front of the couch.

"Stop fucking yelling. The kids are upstairs," I warned. "And it is a big deal when you come in here telling me how 'beautiful' she is. What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked.

"I was just talking to her as a friend! I am married to you. I love you, not her. What's the big deal?" He shouted.

"Mom, dad? Is everything okay?" Lily asked. I turned around. She and the twins were standing at the top of the stairs.

I turned back around. "Yeah, everything's fine. Go back to sleep kids." I said looking at Bradley, my blood boiling.

"But we heard screaming and glass breaki-" "Everything is okay, go to sleep now." I cut Mason off.

"Dad?" Madison asked. "Listen to your mum, kids." He said. He managed to sound completely sober.

The kids soon disappeared. "I told you to not yell anymore, idiot." I said. I am pissed.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just thought I could talk to Kenny as friends! That's it! You talk to James, Connor, & Tris." Bradley told me.

"That is completely different. They didn't try to get with me, like 'Kenny' did. Why don't you go fuck her, too? You can't seem to stop talking about her." I spat at Bradley before I headed to our room.

I layed in bed, and soon fell asleep.

Bradley's p.o.v

Fuck. I just messed everything up. I am a lot more sober than I was when I got here.

It's been a few hours, and I am laying on the couch. Why did I even talk to Kendall?

Me and Carter both hate her. She is disgusting. I guess me being drunk, I talked to her.

I would never talk to her if I was sober. I can't stand that bitch. She tried to break me and Carter up.

I don't want Kendall. I want Carter. Carter is my fucking soulmate. I love her more than anything in this entire world.

I just messed our entire marriage up. Carter's never going to forgive me. I sighed as I picked up the broken pieces of glass from the mug I threw, and broke.

I threw the pieces in the garbage, and looked through some old pictures of me and Carter when we were younger.

That smile of hers, fucking gorgeous. She is breathtaking. I put the pictures away, and began to head upstairs.

I passed Mason's room, and he was asleep. The kids are heading over to Jc's house in a little bit.

It's almost 8am. They are leaving at 8:30. I woke him up, along with Madison and Lily.

They got ready. "Are you and mom okay?" Mason asked me. "I think so, but don't worry about it, okay? That's a problem me and mom have to fix." I softly smiled.

"Okay, dad. I love you." He told me, as he wrapped his tiny arms around me. "I love you, son." I smiled.

I made the kids breakfast, and Jc got here at around 8:35. The kids went to go say their goodbyes to their mother. "Bye dad! I love you!" They called to me.

"Love you kids! Have fun!" I smiled. They left and I began to head upstairs to mine and Carter's room.

Carter's p.o.v

I have been awake for a while now. The kids said their goodbyes to me since they are going to my dad's house.

I heard footsteps, assuming they are Bradley's. My back was turned to the door.

"Carter, are you awake?" I heard a voice ask. Brad. I pretended I was asleep.

"I know you're awake, Carter. Please talk to me." He begged. I turned over, and looked at him.

"What?" I asked him. I am not angry anymore, just hurt. "I'm sorry about everything I said-even though I can't remember half of it. I didn't mean it. you know I fucking hate Kendall." He said sitting on the bed.

I sat up. "You piss me off, Bradley. You promised me you wouldn't talk to her. I'm not gonna say it's okay when it's not. It's gonna take more than an apology for me to forgive you." I said as I turned back around, and covered myself with my blankets.