UNMASKED.

chapter 19.

while carter and elena spoke, sam and quinn were still angrily staring at each other. sam's eyes flicked down at the three, wondering what was going on below.

carter's gaze flicked back up to quinn and he called out, "quinn! get down here!"

quinn finally looked away from sam, her knife still in hand, and let out a scoff as she heard carter speak. "what do you want?"

carter's tone was more annoyed as he said, "i said get down here. now."

sam and quinn finally started to make their way down from the railing, slowly approaching the others.

carter smiled slightly as he watched sam and quinn. he leaned against the railing, waiting for them to reach him.

when sam and quinn finally reached the ground, they stopped a few feet away from carter, both looking annoyed.

carter turned to quinn, his expression cold. without warning, he suddenly stabbed his knife in her direction, for her chest.

carter looked at quinn with disgust, scoffing as he spat out, "you're such a slut." his expression darkened as he continued, "having a sister like you is such a pain in the ass." carter's anger grew as he yelled, "always starting fights with me and causing problems." his expression darkened even more. "and all because of our shitty father, begging me to go out and do this bullshit."

carter's voice became shaky, frustration through his words. "i didn't want to fucking do this!" he yelled, tears starting up in his eyes. he slowly pulled the knife out of quinn, taking a moment to catch his breath. "none of it." he whispered, his emotions still visible.

carter finally looked up, his gaze meeting the others, trying to act cold. "but here we are." he slowly circled the others, his eyes never leaving their faces. "it's always something with our family, always a problem... always someone who has to take the blame."

carter continued to yell, his anger now shown. "all because of my mom who i miss.. and richie, richie, richie! WELL, I'M FUCKING SICK OF RICHIE!"

suddenly, bailey stepped forward, his expression stern. "enough, carter." he said.

carter looked at bailey, his anger still evident, "don't tell me what to fucking do, dad."

bailey looked back at carter with a similar anger. "i'm still your father and you'll listen to me!"

carter smirked at bailey, his hand clenching the knife tighter. he looked over at quinn, still on the ground, before looking back at bailey. "looks like you just lost another son, and a daughter." carter said, gesturing towards quinn. he took a step forward, his eyes locked on bailey's. "but hey, i guess that's the cost of being a fucking useless father." his voice became even more bitter as he spoke, "always putting yourself first, never caring about me OR quinn."

carter continued, his tone growing sarcastic, "and don't even get me started on richie who's dads golden boy, never done any wrong." carter's grip tightened on the knife as his voice was heard with anger and hurt. "it's always about him, isn't it? the perfect fucking son who did no wrong."

carter suddenly went forward, bringing the knife close to bailey's chest, his eyes narrowed.

bailey, taken by surprise, quickly raised his hands, trying to calm carter down. "carter, stop! don't do this!"

carter's grip on the knife remained, his expression cold. "oh, so now you want me to stop? now you want to act like a father?" his voice rose in volume as he continued, "where was this energy when i needed it? when i was a kid, growing up without a fucking parent who actually cared?"