Young Dreamer

Young Dreamer >> Fifteen

^ Christan Le'anne Carson ^

"Jordan, I hear you!"

"Christian, you hear me but you're not listening to me."

"Please shut up, King. I don't have time for you." I got up to walk off, but he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me back.

"Stop, let me go! You're hurting me!"

"Damn Christian," he knocked over a glass. "You're so damn difficult. I don't give a fuck anymore. You be a drug addict if that's you want."

"SHUT UP, JORDAN! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"WHY? BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT'S THE TRUTH?!"

"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I shreiked.

Before I knew it, I was damn near tackled to the couch."Help me understand!" he shouted in my face.

"Get the fuck off me." I pushed him, but he wouldn't budge.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. I began punching at his chest as hard as I could, but it didn't phase him. He grabbed both my wrists in his hand. It wasn't until then that I felt tears atracking my face.

"Let me go! I hate you!"

"What do you want from me?" he yelled out of frustration.

"I want you to let me the fuck go. I hate you, Jordan Isaac Carter. I hate you so much."

"I hate yo' ass, too!" he let my wrists go.

I don't know what came over me but when he let me go, I went Ape Shit.

"I hate you!" I shouted as I drove my hand into the wall. "I wish I never met you!"

By mistake I drove my hand into a beam in the wall, but I was so gone.

At this point, I was like a little Tsunami. Everything in my way was demolished. I was knocking over vases, punching holes in all the walls, anything I could get my hands on.

It was passed Jordan and the argument now. It's like every argument we ever had combined with all my emotions from years and years back was taking over my body.

"I fucking hate you!" I yelled as the tears continued to pour.

"Why did you leave me? I needed you!" I kicked a couch over.

"Christian, stop it! What are you talking about."

"Why'd you let him rape me and beat me?! Why?! Over and over again! Why?"

"Who raped you? Christian, you aren't making sense!"

"I never wanted to leave New York!" I threw a table across the room.

"I hate you!"

"Christian! Stop it! Calm down!"

"I told you you wouldn't understand!"

"What are you talking about?"

"The fucking man at Target!"

"What does he have to do with anything? Who raped you?"

"In the foster home!"

"What foster home? Christian, talk to me. What foster home? Who raped you?" he cupped my face

"I'm a foster kid, Jordan. Okay? Now let me go."

"Christian, I'm not playing."

"Let me go! I'm hot!"

"I just wanna talk to you."

"Leave me alone!" I cried. "I'm tired."

"I can't take this." he began pulling on clothes. "Call me in the morning or something," he slammed the door behind him.

A few minutes after he left, I trudged up the stairs to my room, got in my bed, and cried. My face burned, I had glass all over my body, and my fists were swollen. I was having chronic pain in the fist that I had ran the beam into, but all I wanted right now was some good sleep.

I just wanna go back.

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I walk inn, hella bands! Bisshh, I need ones right now ! Lmfao, I quit.

It's short, but...

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