In Between

Chapter 8: I'm sorry, It's not me... It's you :)

After Carter's shift ended, she headed back home. She was semi-afraid since she hadn't been there in a few days.

She opened the door and put her keys on the kitchen counter. She slid off her shoes quietly and headed upstairs. She tried her best not to make a sound as she came up the stairs. Carter didn't want to wake him. She even left off the lights which she soon realized was a bad idea when she walked into a wall.

Or what she thought was a wall - but then it exhaled.

"Oh!" Carter gasped. "Enzo... Hi."

Enzo grunted, but didn't move.

Carter tried to walk around him but ended up bumping her arm on the wall, "OKAY OW."

Enzo sighed and flipped the switch turning on the lights in the hallway.

As the lights flickered on, Carter grimaced and looked to the floor, expecting the worst from Enzo. 

"Carter, please look at me."

"You're mad still."

Enzo tilted her chin up so that they made eye contact and gazed at her, "You bet I am."

Carter looked back at him sheepishly glancing away, avoiding his stone cold stare. He was wearing a loose grey shirt and black jeans. His tan complexion glowing in the dim lighting of the hallway. His face was painted with a frown. He looked disappointed and his soft brown eyes weren't quite as accepting and loving as they usually were.

"Enzo, I'm sorry-" Carter started.

Enzo rolled his eyes, "Yeah, of course you are."

"I don't understand why're you so mad. I didn't have sex with him-"

"Are you fucking serious? You slept with another guy. You slept with Mattheus. The bastard probably dreams of feeling you up and you went and slept with him. Carter, what the fuck," Enzo growled.

"Look, I was drunk. I didn't mean anything that happened."

"Anything that happened? So what? Something else happened?" Enzo scowled, raising his voice. 

Carter exhaled angrily, "What about that time when you kissed Alyssa? We all fuck up, okay? I've had a really long day and I'd like to sleep. Move. Please."

"Oh my fucking god. I didn't kiss that whore. She kissed me. Would you get over it?"

"No. Move now. I want to sleep," Carter grumbled.

"Fuck  you," Enzo reprimanded. 

"Aw, how sweet," Carter rolled her eyes, pushing past him to the bedroom. "Go get drunk with Andres or something. Leave me alone."

Enzo grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him, "Don't talk to me like that."

Carter yelped a bit and successfully pulled free. She rubbed her wrist, looking at the fresh bruise from his tight grip, "Can you not?"

"Can you not fuck other boys?"

Carter turned around and marched up to him, "Okay, lets see if your thick head can grasp this simple concept," She yelled, pausing between each word, "I. DID. NOT. FUCK. MATTHEUS." She started heading down the stairs, "Nope, I am leaving. You have fun. I don't need this."

"Carter..." Enzo warned, "Don't do this." He followed her down the stairs.

Carter slipped her shoes on, grabbed a coat, and headed out the door, pausing to turn and flip him off, "I'll give you something to be mad about. Have a great night."

She got in her wrangler and drove in silence to Parker's, muttering swears under her breath the entire drive. Once she was five minutes away, she called letting Parker know what was going on.

"So you want to stay a few nights -- or longer?" She mumbled sleepily.

"Yes please."

"Alright, I'm going to sleep, but I left the door unlocked. In the morning, I expect a detailed explanation."

"Okay," Carter mumbled, "Thank you for being... you. I don't know. You're just amazing."

"I know, bud, I know."