What They Don't Know

Having Doubts

"Morning Sunshine, Sleep Well?"
Carter looked over at me, he smirked. As he sat up, I walked over to the chair by his bed. I had previously been searching the room for spare clothes, although I hadn't found any that had actually fit me.
"Wacha Looking For?"
He rubbed his eyes & stretched his arms. You could hear the bones in his shoulders click as he did so.
"Nothing Really. Just Clothes, But There Isn't Any Spare" I jokingly made a frowning face.
"Wait Here" he smiled.
I watched Carter as he got up off of the bed and slumped up stairs.
It felt like almost 20 minutes  before I heard him come stumbling down with arms full of clothes. Clean clothes too.
"Woah What The Hell. Where Did You Get These?"
I was gobsmacked, to say the least. He looked proud of himself.
"Take What You Want"
I couldn't believe he had these clothes and didn't give them to me sooner. I'm joking. But it was a really nice gesture, I had only known him for a few weeks or so.
I immediately began scrambling through the piles of nearly folded laundry until I found the perfect outfit.
"Where Can I Get Dressed?" I asked.
"Down The Hall & To The Left"
I walked over to the room that Carter had sent me to.
It wasn't a big room, but it was spacious. It had a window on one side and a large mirror on the other.
I pulled on my new clothes and twirled around. I felt fresh, and clean. I hadn't felt that way in some time.
Waltzing into Carters room, I made sure I had a grand entrance.
"And Here, We Have, Miss Riley O'Conner!"
I called out in my deepest voice as I span into the room.
Carter looked impressed, he dropped his jaw and held his face sarcastically.
"Well, Aren't You Just Something" he rolled his eyes.
I was wearing black jog bottoms, a white lose t-shirt, a black hoodie & white trainers. I'm not bragging or anything, but I looked pretty good.
"Thanks, For The Clothes And Everything"
"No Problem, They Belonged To A Friend Of Mine"
"What Happened To Her?"
A Pause.
"She Uh, Packed Up And Left. Said That She Had To Make It On Her Own"
He shrugged, Carter looked almost upset. I didn't want to push him for details, I knew how that felt.
"My Friend Did That Too" I replied.
Carter faced me.
"Why?" He said. He almost whinged.
"She Didn't Want To Put Me In Danger" I bite my lip. It hurt to talk about Georgia.
He nodded.
"It Sucks" he sighed and rested his head on his hands.
"Yeah, It Really Does" I agreed.
We laid back and let the warm winter sun glow through the cracks in the walls and doors.
After an hour of silence, Carter stood up.
He didn't say anything, but he just walked out of the room and across the hall way.
It was weird, the whole situation. I didn't even KNOW Carter, but here I was with him, acting like we'd know each other since pre school.
I didn't complain though, it was nice having a friend around. But, it did seem off when I thought about it.
I began wondering if Carter is up to something, I mean who puts a gun to someone's head then two seconds later, makes them pasta and gives them clothes. I tried to convince myself that he was just a nice guy, he was probably scared I guess.
I didn't want to believe it, but maybe Carter was a bad guy himself.
But, who wasn't a bad guy nowadays?
I let my thoughts trail off as I noticed it was almost night & Carter was still in the other room.
Curious, I stood up and walked over to the door. What was he doing, and why was it taking so long? I was getting hungry, and I didn't want to just eat his food without him.
I felt nervous and scared as I reached the room. What if he was surrounded by a pile of dead bodies? What if he was plotting my death? What if he was dead?
A million possibilities crossed my mind, but I brushed them off.
"Carter?" I called, my voice trembled. I was scared and confused.
"You In There?"
There was no reply still.
"I'm Coming In"
My hear pounded and my head filled with even more bad thoughts.
I pushed open the door, to my surprise, Carter wasn't there.
The window was wide open and there was no signs of him or anyone else, anywhere.
My fear quickly turned in to worry and I stuck my head far out of the small window.
"Carter!" I screamed.