Carter's Savior

Five

Carters POV

It's night like these when I realize how much I'm hated. 

I spent the whole night in my room and not a single soul came to look for me. Or even send me a text. Not even UK. And I think that's what hurts the most. And since I was in the room by myself I let myself shed a few tears, but not too many or I'd get carried away. Then I sent a text to my Aunt Rena and she helped me feel better just a little bit.

I miss her every day. 

Facetime, text, and calls aren't enough. 

I haven't seen her or my aunt in years...maybe since Addi's baby shower. All I know is that Aunt Rena and my dad no longer got along. She only ever talks to me, and Aunt Danielle calls pops every once in a while but that's it. I try not to take it personally because it's obvious they have their shit going on.

But I remember one time when I was on the floor bawling my eyes out over some stupid shit Sean had said to me. The shit that damaged our relationship for good. And I thought to finally ask for some help...

I called Aunt Rena. And I begged her to come get me. To fucking save me from this family and she didn't. She said she wished she could but she couldn't...after I fucking pleaded like an idiot. She still said no. 

That was the last time I had asked for anything. 

Now I deal with my shit alone. 

Because you are alone. No one is going to save you.

I didn't go out with Ezra last night. I felt like shit. Probably because I realize how much of an asshole I am, and secondly while we were getting ready I got a searing pain in my stomach. Thankfully Ezra was long gone before the pain got worse. But it was so strong and it was bleeding into my every nerve. It was gut-wrenching. I limped to the bathroom and I lifted my shirt, and my goddess what I saw in the mirror was horrid. My stomach was black...like bruised and it hurt to touch.

I have no idea where it came from or how to get rid of it but it's pissing me off. And making my already sour mood even worse.

I threw in the biggest sweater and sweats I could so nothing was rubbing against it. And I winced at every step I took as I walked downstairs to join everyone. However, I don't expect anyone to talk to me, especially with how I acted last night. And I treated their beloved Sloan. I kept my durag on and my hood up, not feeling like leaving the house today. Couldn't even if I tried. I was in too much pain.

I walked to the kitchen and found Uncle Tino making breakfast and UK sitting at the table watching his mate. No one else was around, was I the first to wake up?

"Oh fuckity fuck!" Uncle Tino screamed as he turned around and saw me standing. A small smile came on my face at the reaction. He let out a soft pant and calmed himself down. "It's a little early for you isn't it?" Uncle Tino asked as I looked at the time. 

It was 8 am. It was early as fuck. I just shrugged not really having an explanation. Or one that I would give anyway.

"Have a seat with Koa. I'm almost done."

I went to join UK at the table. But I sat down as slowly as I could. The stinging pain came back with every movement.

UK put his book down as he watched me and curiosity burned in his eyes. "You don't look very good." He said as he sipped his coffee.

"And here I was about to tell you how extraordinarily black you look today, UK." He doesn't, but humor helps make situations better.

"Don't deflect, kid." I groaned and let out a deep breath letting my body relax.