Detention Has A Hot Side

Chapter 6: Silly Little Misunderstandings

DHAHS

Chapter 6:Silly Little Misunderstandings

Carters POV:

The sobbing grew louder, I braced myself and said over and over again that she will be ok like my own personal mantra. With quick delicacy I shoved the rotting wood open.

My jaw dropped at the sight, the sight of Mr Peterson getting it on with Ms Layhse the school secretary, well she was living up to her name and getting laid. Wait. That meant that I hadn't heard sobbing but in fact my ears witnessed teachers moaning- if I wasn't so concerned that Milla wasn't here then my breakfast would have happily returned at the rancid sight.

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Milla's POV:

I sat there shredding the blades of grass that were wilting against my fury, he was just so enraging at times and that good for nothing but a blow job slut just magnified his arrogance. I couldn't take this any more and I got the feeling that with what he said to me that day in art that I would never feel safe unless I was away from here an away from Mr Joseph's and Carter.

Warm liquid splashed onto my arm alerting me to my tears that had forced them selves down my face, I guess that I'm just not a strong person. I guess Lucy did deserve him. Maybe I just need to disappear. No trust. No love. No friendship.

I was nothing to this guy just someone he decided to mess around with and then discard me like I was an out of date yogurt. I headed home and prayed that my mums boyfriend wasn't home. I left school by jumping the fence and trudged home at a steady pace, jamming the key into the lock absentmindedly only to turn it an find out that it was open. My brain flatlined with all the possibilities and Carter related stress that bugged my mind. I slipped inside and closed the door quietly to just in case the perpetrator was still lingering.

The mess that met my eyes was unbearable, the signature paint on the walls stuck, branded on my eyelids. He had to have been here there was no two ways about it, I raced to my room occasionally tripping over my own feet, my room door was wide open displaying the opposite of how I left it this morning.

I pushed past my slung clothes to my possessions box; it lay there de-lidded, glass smashed and sparkly liquid trickling out of my snow globe from my auntie Jennifer - I scrambled for it. Taken. He finally got it, he found the key. "Fucks sake!" I screamed, " He took the one thing my dad left to me!". I heard a shot out side that had me sliding down the worn banister, to head through the once again open front door. He stood there; with gun in hand, a foul smirk dancing on his lips. "Hello babe, I was hoping it would be you." He sneered out through his upturned lips.

You see this man is not only my mothers boyfriend but also the man that stalked my everyday since I was 13. He has no limit when it comes to pain, I'm not surprised he became what he is today, a sadistic shooter. Known for their aim and failure to never leave a job till either they are dead or it's finished- meaning their target is terminated.

And not only was he all this but he seemed to have this delusional belief that I am both the cause and solution to all his problems, you see if I wasn't in my mums life anymore all the money that she stands to inherit from our great aunt Alberta an then all he has to do is dispose of my mum, or at least make it seem that way he would probably just keep her in a basement and rape her senseless. If you're wondering how these thoughts weren't making me sick lets just say I have been sick one too may times over him an I now I'm use to this acidic burning feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Heavy silence hung between us, as his finger twitched over the trigger of his hand held weapon. "Do you know how easily I could blow you brains out Milla, or how about how you could blow mine out" he said with wickedly seductive charm that was instantly lost on me.

Time seemed to slow as the muffled sound of a bullet spliced through the air and ripped through the flesh which covered his chest, and again this time with increased speed and impact. As the man who stands before me collapses onto the hard Tarmac, the dreaded fear of normality overcomes me as I too take to the floor and watch as thick warm blood pools out of my long term antagonist.

An then everything went a shade colder and pulled me under.

I awoke with a severe pain, grasping at my forehead to find multiple stitches and tender skin. Turning over to look at my clock and be reassured by the sight of one direction. However I was quite shocked at the sight that I did stumble across, a sleeping Carter who looked like a sleeping angel but I happen to know better than to always believe what I see.

How on earth had I got here the last thing I remembered was well walking home from school early, around lunch. And now. Well... now I don't know or really want to know what happened to give me this much pain an wake up next to this oaf.

As I slid up with all the grace I could muster no to wake him up. It dawned on me, I thought he hated me for the whole fiasco with Lucy in maths. With confusion and pain clouding my head I got changed and crept out of his bedroom and wandered around aimlessly searching for the exit to this infernal building. It was like a maze.

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Carters POV:

Milla! No! I bolted up in my bed after a horrific nightmare about the events previous not only yesterday but also the immense problems with Taylor. Turning on my side to reach comfort I am greeted with the sight of an empty bed, like something from my nightmare. The worst swarms to the front of my thoughts, he has her. But I quickly dismiss that idea he will be too busy with his little toy that needs cleaning up. A small smirk playing on my lips.