He Isn't A Psycho

Chapter 9 - Good Riddance, Army Boy

"Ahh, careful" Carter winced in pain.

"If you didn't leave me, you wouldn't be in this state" I explained, sounding like his mom.

I was cleaning up his face, dabbing the cloth gently on Carters face.

"How many times do I have to keep telling you princess"

I rolled my eyes at him, I wasn't going to buy his excuses.

"Some guy was checking out your ass"

"Was he also a unicorn?" I scoff, not believing a word coming out of his mouth.

"Well I guess we don't have to worry about that anymore, since my skirt is now ruined!" I lift my hands up in the air for a few seconds, before slapping them onto my thighs.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise"

"Yeh yeh..." I trailed off, now bandaging his knuckles.

"Listen Skye..." He trailed off, and I knew what he was about to say. "We need to talk about the Antonio thing"

"No" I snapped back instantly.

"You can't keep pretending that your okay, I know you too well"

"I'm fine"

I tied a knot at the end of the bandage, giving Carter his hand back. He brought his other arm up, letting his hand rest in his palm.

"Didn't you see yourself out there? You were having a panic attack" Carter stated.

"I couldn't breath, there were so many people there, and on top of that I was being punched and shoved every few seconds; can you blame me?"

I gripped onto my stomach, remember where Antonio had elbowed me. I haven't looked at it, I was too scared to.

"Fine, don't talk about it, just stop pretending your fine. Cause I know you're not" I could see how worried Carter was for me.

Rolling my eyes at him, I decided to drop it.

"Will you look at my stomach for me"

Nodding, Carter lifted up my top, just exposing my abdomen. Watching his face, I could tell it wasn't looking good.

He gripped onto his hair, his face beginning to fill with anger. He bit his lip in frustration, before walking me to the mirror.

I stared blankly at the girl who was in front of me. Her hair straightened, and her eyes glowing, but with her top pulled up, she had a blackening bruise which looked disgusting.

"I'm going to kill him" Carter gritted his teeth, fury inside of him.

Walking closer to the mirror, I watched the girl touch her abdomen in unison with myself, gently placing my fingers on the area which was effected.

Tears began to spring in my eyes, and my nightmare soared through me.

I clawed at the ground, my finger tips gripped onto the dry grass, as I tried to pull myself up.

Struggling to get up, I hear his shrill laugh in front of me.

"You'll never learn, will you Skye" He came closer to me, watching me struggling in pain.

"Your MINE"

His foot rose, a second layer His food was sending pain all through me. I was in agony, and all he did was laugh. He had kicked me in my side.

I gasped, choking on my own breath. I thought I was dying, I wished I would just die, so I wouldn't have to suffer anymore.

His foot came in contact with my ribs this time, crushing my body, and slamming me down hard onto the ground again.