Afraid to Love

Chaper 28

Chapter 28;

*Makenzies POV*

Carson and I walked through the front door of my house to greet two angry adults waiting for us. They glared at us with such intensity that I felt kinda scared. Carson ignored it, and walked me over to the couch. He helped lay down and he put a blanket over me. He put his hand on my forehead, and told me to rest. I nodded, and Carson went into the kitchen with my parents.

"What the hell happened, Carson?!" I heard my dad yell through the wall.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Carson said bitterly, not wanting to discuss anything right now.

"Hell yeah I do! She's my god damn daughter, and we left her here in one piece. Now what happened?"

"If you were home, you would know, now wouldn't you?"

"Don't give me lip boy, or you will get slapped," My dad threatened. "I don't have to put up with you,"

"Then send me back to the fucking adoptive agency! I don't fucking care!" Carson yelled, and his voice was like a knife to my heart.

"I shouldn't have taken in such a stupid boy,"

I felt like I could literally feel the heat radiate off of Carson. "Fuck you!"

I heard someone get slapped across the face, and then I heard total silence. It was honestly scaring me quite a bit after a while. Just then, I was being pulled up from the couch, and being taken outside.

"Come on," Carson fumed. "We're going somewhere for a while," Carson pretty much dragged me through the cold outside, until we reached a park nearby. It wasn't raining anymore, it was more like a drizzle. I felt dizzy and uneasy as Carson sat down underneath the slide with me.

I finally got a good look at him, and he had a big, red hand mark across his right cheek. His eyes were cold, and burning with fury. His hair was matted down with sweat, and it was kinda messed up. Carson's skin was deathly pale, and his bags under his eyes stuck out. It looked like he hadn't slept for days.

"You have fucked up parents," Carson's voice pierced through my thoughts.

I looked at him, and started playing with my hair. "They can be, but they're not all that bad," I don't even know why I was defending them. They hurt Carson. I looked at the hand print. "Didn't that hurt?"

"No. I've grown used to it,"

"You shouldn't have to..."

Carson chuckled unemotionally. "I've dealt with it for quite sometime now. It's not that big of a deal,"

"It is..." I reached out towards his face, and he glared at me at my cold touch caressed his cheek. He never took his eyes off of mine, and to be honest, it felt kinda nice.

"Makenzie, what do you want from me?"

I taken aback by his question. I never really thought he would ask something like that right now. It confused me.

"What do you mean?"

"Sex? Money? Pain? Tell me. I would really like to know,"

I hesitated. "I want you," I bit my lip and started fiddling with my fingers.

"What do you want from me?" He repeated, and his voice sounded cold. It sounded like needles piercing through your skin for the first time.

"I want a relationship with you..."

"Is that all?"

I nodded and watched his face carefully, looking for some sort of reaction. I didn't get one from him, and I can say I was kinda happy about that.

"Did you know they're thinking about sending me back to the adoptive agency?" Carson stared at the ground, and I hugged my knees.

"I know... I overheard it while that fight was going on,"

Carson huffed. "Do you think they will do it?"

"Honestly Carson, I don't know... Hey, what are you doing?" Carson stood up, and began walking away from me. I tried to get up, but it was kinda hard to with one arm. I ran after Carson, and grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey, where are you going?" Carson kept walking. "Carson!!"

Carson glared over his shoulder, and pushed my hand off of it. "I need to be alone for a little while,"

"Carson, what do you mean?"

"Just... Leave me alone. I get back with you as soon as I can."

And with that, Carson was gone.

I walked into my house, and I was pissed off at my parents. I stormed into the kitchen, and let all of my anger out.

"How could you guys be so inconsiderate?! You guys treat Carson like shit when he was finally feeling like he belonged here! You wanna know what he did? He ran off to god knows where, and I don't know when he's coming back! Y'all are so stupid! You guys were the ones who wanted to adopt, and now you finally have him, and you're threatening to send him back? What kind of parents are you? How would I know if you guys don't wanna send me there? What if you guys get angry at me huh? Would you send me there? Think about how Carson feels!"

My dad stood there, dumbfounded and frozen. My mom stated at me with wide eyes, and came over to try and hug me. I rejected it and pushed her off.

"Honey, we would never do that to you. You're our daughter. Carson will come back in a few hours and if not, we will call them cops, okay? Just calm down-"

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down!"

I felt something sting my cheek just then. I looked up, and I met my dads hard eyes. I didn't back down though. I couldn't believe he slapped me. His own daughter.

"Don't you start using that mouth here too! That boy is a bad influence on you. If Carson wants to go, then he goes. Good riddance," My dad crossed his arms, and sat back down in the chair. My mom went over to comfort him.

I groaned, and ran upstairs to my room.

*5 hours later*

Carson still hasn't came back. I was beginning to worry. Usually he comes back within 2-3 hours. I began thinking about what he could possibly be doing. He could be getting drunk... He could be getting raped... He could be doing drugs.. Sounded like Carson. But he could've also been kidnapped. I didn't know what to think.

*Carsons POV*

I shivered as I walked down an abandon street that was about 3 miles away from my house. I was cold, and I had no where else to go. But I needed time to think. I needed time to myself. I didn't want to go back. At least not for a few days.

I sat down on a porch. It belonged to a house that nobody lived in, and it creaked with every step you take. The house was old, and looked haunted. It was kinda cool looking. I crossed my arms, and tried to warm them up. I was tired, and pissed off. I was worried that if I go back, they will send me back. I wouldn't be able to see Makenzie, or hear from her, or touch her ever again.

That very thought alone was the reason I was happy. The reason I put up with this bullshit recently. But I've done so much that has hurt her, physically and mentally. I mess with her head too much. It wasn't right.

*Makenzies POV*

It's been two days since I've last heard of Carson. I was stressing out, and worrying about him. I wandered if he had his phone on him, and started texting him again. I asked him where he was and that I care for him and stuff like that.

My phone ringed, and I reached for my phone, in hope that it was Carson who finally texted me back. It was. His message said....

'Meet me by the park tomorrow night, I need to talk to you.'

It didn't say anything else but that. I was happy even though it wasn't much. The very thought of knowing he's okay is good enough for me.