The Badboy and the Prude

Chapter 20

I barged into Carter's cabin after dinner, feeling the need to say something important.

"Clyde?" asked Carter from his position on his bed.

"Carter! I have something I HAVE to tell you!" I yelled, running over to him.

"What is it?" he said, slightly annoyed.

"I just now realized how much I care for you! From day one, your eyes allured me! Your attitude intrigued me! Your laughter exhilarated me! Your-"

"Clyde, are you on crack?" asked Carter, getting up.

"No! Shut up and listen!" I yelled, running up to him. "Carter, what Im trying to say is, I-I love you!"

He blinked at me.

And blinked.

And blinked.

Then, without warning, he pulled me flush against him and pressed his lips against mine

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~15 YEARS LATER~

"YOU ARE A TERRIBLE HUSBAND AND A TERRIBLE FATHER TO OUR FIVE KIDS! I HATE YOU!" I screamed in his face.

"IM TERRIBLE! WHAT THE HELL, WOMAN! YOUR THE ONE HANGING OUT WITH YOUR DOCTOR FRIEND, LOUIS, ALL THE TIME! I KNOW YOUR CHEATING ON ME!" He yelled back.

"OH PLEASE, I WISH I WAS CHEATING ON YOU! AT LEAST THEN I WOULD GET THE SATISFACTION I HAVEN'T GOTTEN WITH YOUR SORRY EXCUSE OF A DICK!" I yelled. 

"BITCH PLEASE! THAT VICTORIA'S SECRET MODEL FROM THE OTHER DAY WAS WAY BETTER AT GIVING HEAD THEN YOU EVER WERE!"

"YOU BASTARD!" I screamed, throwing the divorce papers in his face. "SIGN THE DAMN THING! AND IM TAKING THE KIDS!"

"YOUR NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH MY KIDS, YOU BITCH!" He yelled, pressing me against the wall.

"Watch me," I snarled. Carter pulled out a gun and pressed the barrel to my forhead. My eyes widened.

He smiled evilly and wildly. "Try it."

"Dad, NO!" yelled our oldest son, Ryan, bursting into the room. He was thirteen years old. And he was dialing 911.

But it was too late. Carter smirked at me and pulled the trigger. I heard the noise, but then I only saw blackness. 

*****THE END*****

I hope you guys liked this story! Well, as far as it got, anyway. I just wasn't really feeling this story anymore, so I ended it as civilly as I could.

Thanks for reading!

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It was dinner time, and Carter was not at the table. Even the guys were there with us. I had asked them where he was, but they had no clue. So, here I was on my way to Cabin 21B.

I stopped in front of the cabin's door and took a deep breath. I was about to enter, when I heard that voice.

"Up here," he said. I looked up, and saw Carter perched up comfortably on the cabin's roof. I sighed and looked around. I figured I could cimb on the porch railing, shimmy up the post, and swing myself up on the roof with the help of the ledge. So, I did just that, and crawled over to his side. I let my legs dangle over the ledge and I turned to face him. I noticed the cast was gone, and decided to question him later.