Mr.Carter

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I kept her hand in mine. "I will not allow you to abort this baby." I said calmly.

She snatches her hand away. "Too late, I already set a date. I want to abort it before the baby starts to fully develop."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can feel anger trying to take over my whole body. I can't let it take the best of me because hell will be raised up in here. Football season is about to start and I can't, I refuse to let my career end over a girl who is being extremely selfish right now. "You will NOT abort this baby." I emphasize.


"Damien." She starts off. "I'm not ready to be a mom. I can't raise a baby on my own." -


"You should've thought about that before spreading your legs." Alone? She has me. I want us to be a family. Me, her and the child forming inside of her.


"Don't you dare bring this back to me. You had much to do with this."


"Ok, I went too far, but please Alex." I hold her hand. "You're not going to go through this alone. This is our baby and we can possibly start our own family and as time goes on, we'll know how this parent stuff works."


She looks into my eyes, then nods. She gives me no response. "Alex, talk to me."

"Do you think that this." She points to her stomach. "Will fix everything between us?"


"No." I answer honestly, but I hope it would. "It won't fix everything between us, but as time go on, things will get better between you and I." Tears starts falling from her eyes again.

"There's no baby.." She speaks. I froze. Fuck she mean there is no baby.? She couldn't possibly had the abortion yet. It's impossible.



"What do you mean?" I asked. I'm officially mad. "I saw the pregnancy test. It said positive."

"The drugs I overdosed with, killed the baby. They didn't drain it out on time to save it." She wipes away her tears.

"Wha....what" I stutter. "Are you fucking crazy?" I yell. "How dare you do that dumb shit when you know you had a baby inside of you?" Why the hell she kept telling me that she wants an abortion.




She cries some more. Right now, I'm tired of these tears. She better get out of my face with that. She's not the victim, I am. Damien Jr. was. I'm getting so fed up with her right now. I have to leave. I had the urge of shaking her till she snaps back into reality. Possibly, till her head falls off that body.



"You know what?" I speak. " I don't regret anything that I've done to you. What I regret is taking you in and feeling bad for you. Now I see why your mom and everyone else doesn't love you." And within in those words, I storm away, but before,I punch the wall with so much anger that was built inside me. I created a hole. If I wasn't so mad right now, the pain in my hand would've probably taken over. I slammed the door behind me, which stopped Eli and Karen from kissing.

Isn't she supposed to be working?


Eli quickly gets up and walks towards me. "What happened? Are you guys back together?" He asks happily, but his smile fades away when he sees how furious I am right now.

"I'm done with her. I'm finished." I walk pass him, into the elevator, which opened right on time. "I don't want to fucking see her, or talk to her anymore. I'm done." I said. There's people around, but I didn't care.


Eli follows me, while Karen stays behind, looking at Alex through the window. I'm pissed. I never want anything to do with her again. I'm finished. I'm a dumb ass for falling in love with her. I never hated someone so much.

She does belong in rehab or a type of institution. She needs help. Her ass going around and killing innocent people. My first child. Fuck.








**






[FOOTBALL SEASON] [MONTHS LATER]



"TOUCHDOWN CHARGERS!!" The announcers shouts, after Eli threw Damien the ball. Damien catches it and scored. "CHARGERS WIN AGAIN! CHARGERS WIN AGAIN!" They shout, along with the crowd.


Teammates ran to Eli and I and tackles us. We were so close to losing, till Eli threw the ball and I scored. 35 Chargers, 28 49ers.


The guys run towards their coach and pours Gatorade all over him. The crowd still cheering and going berserk. The other team fans are leaving with a frown on their face, and some are becoming bandwagons.


After minutes of going crazy on the football field, we walk to our locker room. Except for me. I'm busy flirting with a cheerleader that caught my eyes, during half time. "When can I see you again?" I ask.


She's playing with her hair, while her belly ring is showing and that short skirt of hers showing part of her ass cheeks. "I'm always available."

"All right, I'll see you soon then." I remove my hand from her waist, wink, then walk to the locker room with the rest of the guys.



"Yo, Damien. You in for the strip club tonight?"

"Just as long I get to bring a stripper home." I chuckle.

"You guys need a girl.." Eli said.

"Just cause you can't do this anymore, doesn't mean we can't." A teammate says, causing us single players to laugh.


"Yeah, yeah, yeah. My girl is a doctor, not a stripper and she can get it. Talk all the shit you want."

"You got us there." I speak.

"I know. I'm winning, you guys are losing." We all take our shirts and throw it at him.

--

"Damien. Damien Carter. How'd you guys do it? Scoring and winning at the last minute. Did you for one second thought that you guys were going to lose?" A reporter asks.


I shrug. "We got lucky. The 49ers played a good game. For a second there I did think that we were going to lose, but that taught me not to doubt my team and I at the last minute." I said, then put on my headphones. I grab my gym bag and start walking through a crowd mixed with paparazzi's and fans. I just smile and wave at them.


I get in my car and made my way home to get ready for the strip club at 11:30. Well, it's 9:25 right now, so I have time to do something productive. Possibly call a girl up and get some head or something. I haven't ate a girl out in a while, but right now I'm looking for a girl to suck me up.

**



"Got DAMN!" I said as a stripper drops into a complete split. That big ass of hers, popping out of that thong. I throw a couple of bills. My teammate, Michael, laughs and does the same thing.


"I want her." I yell through the music.


"You said the same shit about every other stripper."


"After what I just seen right now, I want that one." I point to the stripper shaking her ass while in split position. She should do that on my dick. I would've appreciated it and I would've thrown money at her even more.

He laughs. " I can't blame you. She's getting it."

I stick someone money in her thong. She winks at me and continues dancing up and down that pole. Fun night. I might leave here with the biggest boner I've ever had.


--

We finally leave the club, at 2:00 am. I didn't have much to drink, considering that I had to drive home after this. Don't want to do something I'd regret. "I'll see you at the gym with the rest of the boys." I said entering my car.

"All right. See you then." Michael says and gets into his car.

I get out of the drive way. It's like a 15 minute drive back to my house, but now its about to be longer, since I came to red light, near a corner store. I lean my head against the window, as I wait for it to turn green. This shit is long. There's barley no one on the road.

I raise my head, once I see a girl who looks very familiar, walking out of the store. Her walk is what made me recognize her. Alex, but she looks way different now. Her hair grew longer, but it seems like she never touched a brush or comb in days. She's wearing a hoodie, with some raggedy jeans. Looks like she has lost a lot of weight.

She's holding this chocolate bar in her hand. She cross the street, as the light turns green. She jumps once a car honks at her. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. She's like the black version of Amanda Bynes.


Instead of turning right, like I'm supposed to, I switch lanes and turned left. I followed Alex to a huge building. I park my car on the curb, as I watch her enter. I squint my eyes and read the words. "Rehabilitation center."

Damn, so she's actually in there. She didn't make any progress during these past few months at all? How long has she been in there? I haven't seen her since the hospital incident which was months ago. After that day, I came to the conclusion that I don't love her. Never did. She became dead to me.

Now I'm here, watching her, not because I love her, but because I still, sorta care.


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[NARRATOR]


Alex enters her room in the rehab center. She takes off her jacket and sits on her bed. She pulls out the candy bar and tears it up. Her first "meal" in a week.

Due to lack of eating, she lost several pounds. Her hair grew, shoulder length. Ever since she's came here, she's been aloof. She barley ate or participate in any of the group conversations. She tried doing several things to take away her life, but the staff that works there took everything that can be part of a suicidal attempt.


No one bothered to write her or visit her. Even people she worked with. Only Karen from time to time, because Karen tries so hard to get Alex back on her two feet. Alex  tears up when she sees family members of other people come to visit the person they love. She wish she had that, but she came to the conclusion that no one does, after Damien said those words to her back in the hospital.


She gags as she tries to eat. First snack of the week, and her stomach wasn't agreeing. She hasn't eaten in days and that chocolate bar wouldn't help her at all. Months ago, she was forced to eat. People held her down and fed her, but she refused. She enjoyed the meal. They even sneak vitamins in her drink; which she still doesn't know till this day.

The nurse takes her a shower or watch he shower, just to make sure that she doesn't drown herself.


Ever since Damien left, her life went crashing down again. She didn't want anything to do with him, just like he didn't want anything to do with her. She thinks Damien deserves someone way better than her. She was just a piece a trash from New York and he's the diamond from California.


After chugging down the chocolate bar, she lays on her back looking at the ceiling. She plays with her thumbs and her eyes starts to close slowly.

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[DAMIEN]


"So.." I said to Eli as I set my speed on the treadmill. "Alex is in rehab."


"I know." He says.


I stop. "You knew and you didn't tell me?"


"Yeah, Karen works with her from here and there and you don't want anything to do with her. Remember?"


I nod. "Right. Why is she still in there after all these months?"

Eli shrugs. "Karen told me that she's not progressing. She doesn't eat, or anything. She lost a lot of weight. She tried committing suicide in many different ways. She's not getting out of there pretty time soon." He explains.


"That explains why she looked smaller when I saw her last night." I said, feeling bad.


"Yeah. Why don't you go visit her? It'd help if someone who loves her, is by her side."

Here he goes with the love lecture. The reason why I'm in this situation. Love this, love that. Well love hasn't done any good for me. It only provided me a broken heart and a girl whose life is unstable.

"Look Damien. You and I both know that you're not over Alex. You keep telling yourself that, just to fight off the feelings you have for her."



"That's not true." I said.

"Oh really. When was the last time you got some pussy? When was the last time you actually brought a girl to your house. If you didn't love her, the old Damien would've been fucking a girl right now."



Now that he asks. Alex was the last girl I did it with. I haven't had the thought of smashing another girl, since her and that was 6 to 8 months ago. I'm surprised I lasted this long. I mean, I did become horny at times, but I never really did it with a girl. I will make out with them, but second base wasn't an option. Alex's body was the one I really wanted to touch and wonder.



"Am I right?" Eli says.



"Whatever." I pull out my beats headphone and put them around my neck. I pull out my iPhone and scanned for music.



"Go to her Damien. She needs you and your support."



"Do you think she'll ever forgive me after what I said to her?" I ask.



"Now, I don't know about that. I would've knocked your ass out if I was her." He chuckles. "But give it a shot."



"Damn, that Dr. Phil shit is rubbing all over you."



"Now you see. Why when I say something good, you guys accuse me of getting it from someone else. I have a mind of my own."



"Who you got it from Eli?" I ask.



"Steve Harvey." We laugh and continue to our workout.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another day, another chapter(=

I cried a little writing this :'( It's so sad. Bet you guys didn't expect that to happen!



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