Carter's POV (before the kiss)
I put on my trainers running out the door. It's great to be back in the U.K. I've really missed it. I've really missed Destin.
No I shouldn't think of him. I've heard what he became and I want no part of it. To think I've actually kept my virginity for this boy and he's turned into a player. Oh god.
I run out the door as fast as I can pumping my legs to the limit. Now I can think. How could Dessie do this? Why'd he let himself turn out like this?
I understand him being hurt by his dads death but turning to drugs, sex, and alcohol is just sad. He could have talked to me. I could have been there. I wanted to be there for him. I really did.
I run past the graveyard noticing a familiar dark brown headed boy slumping against a tombstone. The tombstone belonging to his father, his father that died the same night I left him alone hurting to face these things alone. How could I not blame myself? I left him when he needed me most.
I begin walking towards him. I can't stop myself it's like my body has a mind of its own. Before I can turn away Destin looks up at me. At this point I notice them all over his body. The scars. What happened? I stuttered this out.
He goes on telling me he's done this to himself. Once again guilt washes over me. Why did you fucking leave him Carter?
Next thing I know he's kissing me and I'm kissing him back. He licks my bottom lip asking for entrance and I let him, crying. I really do love him. But I can't cheat.
"I'm sorry there's someone else." I stumble over the words shoving him away. I see pain then anger flick through those beautiful blue eyes. The same eyes that I used to melt into are now colourless and have bags under them.
I then run. I run as hard as I can and as fast as I can until I can't run anymore.
I crawl into bed and curl in a ball and cry. What have I done? I then fall asleep only to wake up to my phone ringing. I pick it up and a familiar voice speaks
"Carter Des tried to kill himself. He really needs you." Finn says into the phone. I can tell he's been crying. What the fuck have I done? I hate my self. I get up walk over to my mirror. I can't stand the monster looking back and I punch the mirror. Yeah it hurt. No I don't care.
I begin to feel woozy and I sit down. Before passing out I think 'Des it's always been you and it always will be. I don't care about what you've become I love you' then it went black.
YOU ARE READING
Don't hurt me.
Teen FictionEmotionally distraught and falling apart Destin Elliot Collins isn't who you'd expect to be the school 'it' boy. No one knows about the constant battle in his head. Follow him on his downward spiral into drugs, self harm, partying, and sex.