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28 | the notebook

"I win."

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Carl rolled his eyes, "hey, you were teasing!"

"I know," Sam smirked at him, kissing him again, not letting go of his hands.

Carl kissed back, exhaling softly as he tried to get his hands free from his boyfriend's hold.

Sam pulled away and looked at him, "what do you think you're doing, Shorty?"

"Trying to escape from you," Carl said as he giggled softly, "do you really want to escape from me?"

"No,"

Sam looked at him and leaned down to his ear, "then stop moving and enjoy it."

Carl inhaled, he closed his eyes as he felt Sam kissing his neck again, he did as told, he didn't move, he just laid still and suddenly felt one of his hands be let go, he then felt a hand slowly go up into his shirt, making him bite his lip.

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"Babe," Carl whispered to Sam who was laying on his front, his eyes closed as he was asleep.

Sam opened his eyes and looked at Carl, "what?"

"It's almost one, c'mon," Carl said as he stood from off the bed, looking at Sam as he swung the green backpack over his shoulders, "do we have to?"

"Sammy, we got to get back," Carl said as he began to help Sam get up off the bed.

Sam looked at him, "where are we going?" He asked, his head was feeling like it was spinning, he closed his eyes again.

"Home," Carl looked at him, noticing his small swaying movement, "how much did you drink?"

"Only like three,"

"Three sips? Are you sure-"

"Three bottles actually. After you went to the bathroom, I had 'em and they were huge." Sam slurred his words, his eyes opening as they looked at Carl, trying to balance on the floor, his eyes were bloodshot.

Carl exhaled, "I knew we shouldn't have came here." He whispered as he grabbed onto Sam's arm, holding him up as they went to leave the room to go downstairs and leave the house.

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A

fter a few minutes, they got home quietly, Carl looked at Sarah, "thanks for driving us." He said, getting out of Sarah's small car, "no problem." She said as she helped Carl with getting Sam out of the back seat, "you got him?" Carl nodded lightly to as he held Sam up, trying to help him balance on his feet, they had to go through the front door since Sam couldn't really climb up the tree and Carl wasn't wanting Sam to fall, they walked inside and closed the door quietly, going upstairs to Carl's bedroom.

As they walked into his room, Sarah spoke softly, "Oh, here, it's for Sam." She said as she handed Carl a small pill bottle with an orange lid, "what's this?"

"Just give it to him when he wakes up." Sarah told him before she left the room, going downstairs to leave the house.

Carl watched Sarah leave his house, he then helped Sam lay down in the bed afterwards, covering him up with the blanket, as he did, Sam opened his eyes and looked at him, his hand placed on Carl's forearm, "Carl?" he mumbled tiredly, after a moment of silence and staring at each other's eyes, Sam then just closed his and fell asleep, his arm going limp as he did so, falling to lay by his side, resting there.

Carl stood there, looking at Sam who was sleeping in his bed, he just quietly walked over to the chair by the window and sat down, he watched his boyfriend sleep, just listening to the soft snores he made, he then began to think again.

Why is Sam drinking? Is he doing other illegal things too, like smoking and drugs? He didn't know why or when Sam started it, he wanted to ask but it probably would just cause some disagreements and all.

As Carl was lost in thought, he fell asleep in the chair, covered up with nothing but his gray jacket, his cheek resting in the palm of his hand as he began to dream.

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The next morning, Carl woke up with the sun in his eyes, he opened them and lifted his head up, seeing Sam was still asleep in the bed in front of him, Carl looked down at his lap and saw a soft blue blanket on him, it wasn't there before, so put it there? Probably Michonne.

Carl uncovered himself and stood up, walking over to the green backpack that was resting by the bed, he grabbed it and looked at Sam who was still asleep, he then began to quietly open the bag and look inside.

There was a notebook, a small gray bag full of pencils, and a small red and white box, Carl pulled out the notebook and opened it, it was full of writing and a few sticky notes on the bottom, he read the first page.

I remember the last day of March. mom, me and Skye were at the park playing on the swings, me and Skye were five, Ava was three, and at home with dad cause she was sick. I remember those days, the nice ones, but sometimes I can't, all I remember are those tough ones, dad coming home drunk, mom yelling at him, me and Skye protecting Ava when we heard glass break and furniture being thrown. I sometimes think it's my fault all of this happened, me making dad angry when I accidentally did something wrong. I think he hated Skye more than me, he used to just be more angry at her and mom. But now, he can't hurt Skye anymore cause she's gone and she's safer away from him.

Carl turned to the next page, reading the writing on it, as he began to read, he swallowed.

When I was seven, dad got drunk again and hit mom in the stomach, she miscarried, she was broken, she cried for days. Aunt Jude protected us from dad, but when I turned ten, I remember those words he said to us, but he was looking at me "just cause you're small, doesn't mean you can be a little shithead. I'll come back, and when I do, I'll kill you. All of you" he left after that, and he never came back until a few years later when I was fourteen. Mom didn't have the same strength like back then to stop him, he's been in prison for almost twenty times and broke out those seventeen times and found us again. I had to protect mom, and Ava and Cody, mom was getting weak, she didn't know what to do with dad anymore, cause everytime we moved or something he'd find us, it's like he's tracking our every move. I feel like he killed Skye, just like he said years ago, but when he finds us again, he won't kill us, instead...

I'll kill him, for killing my best friend and almost killing my mother.