Inside His Basement (Editing)

Chapter 8

Carmen's POV

"You saw it!" Kid screams, crying. I push him away with little effort.

What the hell is wrong with him? What is he talking about...?

Oh! Oh! Oh shit! I'm sure I picked up all of the pieces! There's no way he would have found any of them!

"Carmen," Aunt Silvia says, holding Kid back. "Carmen, what is he talking about? What did you watch?"

"I'm sorry!" I yell at Kid. "I'm so sorry! I should've listened to you!"

Kid doesn't stop screaming at me. It'll be impossible to calm him down now. I'm an idiot. I really shouldn't have given in to curiosity. He's probably going to remember that moment for the rest of his life.

Aunt Silvia looks at me, anger fierce in her eyes. If I could go back in time and change what I did, I would! Dammit! I need a fucking Tardis for that! Wait! Now is not the time to be obsessing over a show.

"Carmen, what did you watch?" Aunt Silvia asks.

"You don't want to know," I answer. "I swear to you that you don't want to know."

Kid gets a little weaker due to exhaustion. I forgot he's sick, so it didn't take long for him to wear out. Lucky me. But still, I really wish I didn't look at it. I shouldn't have.

"You looked at it," he whines, his head facing at the floor.

Now that he's calm, I go over to him, pulling his head up to face me. "I really am sorry. I'm so sorry. So very sorry."

Aunt Silvia looks at me as if I'm a ghost. "It must've been terrible for you to apologize like that. Usually, you mumble 'I'm sorry' and walk away."

"Why did you look?" Kid asks, his eyes slowly closing.

"Because curiosity's a bitch," I answer, knowing he can't hear me. "And because I'm an idiot."

I look over at Aunt Silvia only to see her ogling at me. Great. Now we must be her OTP thing. I don't need any more of that shit. Today's been a heck of a day with all this stress.

I gesture to my aunt to give Kid to me so that I can take him to bed. On the way to the bedroom, we say our goodbyes and she leaves. I place Kid down on my bed and carefully cover him up. When he wakes up, I hope he'll forgive me. It'd be better, for him, if he forgets it all.

Hours pass and Kid is still sleeping. I made soup since it's good for when you're sick. I may not know a lot about kids or like them, but I still have the Internet.

The door opens and Kid comes over, grabbing his bowl, and starts eating. He's like a cat, blowing on his spoon before eating it. It's kind of cute. I mean, it's weird! It's kind of weird! He may be nineteen, but he still looks like a child!

"What time is it?" he asks.

"It's eight in the evening," I answer. "I didn't think you'd wake up for awhile, so I just finished making dinner. Good timing."

"Thanks." I'm so glad he for— "Why did you watch the video?"

I put down my spoon, no longer hungry at all. "I really am so sorry. I got curious and I let my curiosity win. There's absolutely no excuse for what I did. I do wish I could change that."

"But you still watched when I said not to."

"I promise I will never look at something again as long as you don't want me to."

"Promises always get broken. It's like they were meant to get broken. You promised you wouldn't look at it, but you still did. What if I was someone else and I hurt you for breaking your promise?"