The Game of A Life Time

Chapter 47- South Dakota

CARTER POV

"I didn't want to live that way anymore, Belle."

She takes a sip of her morning coffee, "I understand where you are coming from, but you have to see her side too."

My heart aches at the thought of Sarah being anywhere away from me, but I needed to get away. Everywhere she goes, trouble follows. I didn't see it before, but now I do.

I regret reacting the way I did when I found out about the miscarriage. Sarah was trying to protect me and I was mad at her for keeping it from me. She didn't know for very long, but I still would have been able to help her.

Then, when we moved to Duluth after the Montenuzma shit, she lost control. Sarah wouldn't eat, drink, go to the bathroom, sleep, and bathe. I had to do everything for her.

When she would do stuff for herself, it was rare. Majority of the time she would lie in bed or watch the stars at night.

The nightmares she had were horrifying to wake up to. The screaming, tears powering down her face, her body movements were all terrible to witness. I remember her waking up one night and ran into the walls screaming thinking that I was trying to kill her.

Fighting was another issue we had. Even before the entity, we did our fair share of arguing, but after the entity left, it was like our relationship didn't exist. I hated the fact she didn't want me anymore.

It was her depression that made it real, before she would fake everything. That is what I tell myself anyway. I know she wasn't faking, but with the entity's possession, anything could have been possible.

I went crawling back after every argument and after every bad word spilled between us. She was my everything and still is, I just wish things could have worked out better.

My forty thousand dollar car was burnt to crisps, my heart is broken, and the love of my life hates me. I am doing fan-fucking-tastic.

"I did see her side, I was there when no one else was." Belle rolls her eyes, "she had lived her entire life with that thing and the second it id gone you expect her to be normal?"

"Of course not, but she was like this for two months." I pay the bill at the diner and we go back to the car, "I feel guilty for the way I spoke to her."

Her mother is dead, she told me that. I never asked why or how she knew, but I don't care. She can say or do whatever makes no difference to me. My new car is fucking gone.

"Maybe you feel this way because you don't understand anything different either?" She suggests.

She is right, but I won't admit that to her. Over the last few months, we've made a bond of friendship. That night, it was a moment of weakness and it ruined everything.

At the time, I blamed Sarah for everything. The depression, the attitude, the heartbreak I felt, and the attraction I had to Belle was my down my fall and I blamed her for that.

I still blame her for my car, there was no reason for that to happen, not when I was looking for her all night fucking long. Sarah has gone through a lot in her life, I won't deny that. However, there is something called communication that she ignores.

There is a good feeling in my chest when we enter the apartment complex to the right . It isn't anything special, but we have worked hard for this. Belle and I have been saving money to buy new furniture, but with the bills being expensive, we haven't had time to really look for anything.