The Carter Family Screw Up [Carter Brothers - Book 2]

Four - "Hey sleepy head."

We made it home just in time to stop me from dying of hypothermia. The first thing I did was run upstairs, get out of my wet clothes and into a hot shower, before putting on some warm, dry clothes.

I put on some black leggings, and an oversized grey sweater that had a giant pink unicorn on the front. It was god awful looking but it belonged to Eddie and she had given it to me as a leaving present.

I sauntered downstairs toward the kitchen to forage for food.

"What, in all that is sacred in this world, is on your sweater?!" Jake said as I walked into the living room.

"Oh that's just Sweetpea." I said. For the record - Eddie named it, not me.

"You gave it a name?!"

"It belonged to my best friend Eddie and she gave it to me as a leaving present." I explained to him.

"Personally I would have burned the damn thing, but that's just me." He said walking into the kitchen and I followed him in there.

"It's called being polite, little cousin." I teased. He shot me a glare and I just smirked at him.

"You up for pizza for dinner?" I suggest, hoping he agrees.

"Sure." Yes!

Jake took a menu from one of the drawers in the kitchen and handed it to me to look at.

"What do you want?"

"Uh... i will have.... A medium pepperoni, with double jalapeños." I decided. Jake looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "What? I like spicey food."

"Right." He said, taking out his phone from his pocket to order for us. 45 minutes later our food arrived and I paid the delivery guy.

"I'm gonna take mine upstairs - i got some homework to do." I told my cousin before making my way up to my room. I placed the pizza on my desk in front of the window and took out my books and notepad, ready to get started.

30 minutes, and half a pizza, later I was just finishing up an essay I had to write for my history class when the light in the room across from mine went on. I looked up to see Daniel with his back toward me, taking something from his back pocket and putting in his bedside drawer.

Was that a roll of money?

He turned around and to my horror I saw he had blood dripping from his nose and the beginnings of a black eye appearing on his face.

"Oh my God!" The words just came out of my mouth in shock. He immediately looked up and saw me looking wide eyed at him.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled and walked towards the window, presumably to close his blind but he didn't get that far. Instead, his body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

I instantly shot up from my chair to open my window and craned my body over to see of I could see him. Sure enough, he was on lying there unconcious on his bedroom floor.

Shit.

Without thinking, I opened my window wider and carefully climbed onto the sloped roof that was situated under my window. I took a deep breath and jumped over to the roof underneath his window. It was only about 4 feet across from mine, but I was still scared of falling and breaking my neck. Once I'd made it safely across, i reached up to open his window, and mentally thanked him for it not being locked.

As I climbed through and into his room, I knelt down beside him and lowered my ear to his mouth to make sure he was breathing, which he was, thank God. I felt for his pulse and it seemed to be normal so I figured he'd probably just passed out.

I realised that I couldn't leave him on the floor like that so I made the decision to put him on his bed. Somehow.

I went to take his hands, to drag him over, and i noticed his knuckles were bruised and bloodied.

What the hell happened to him?!

I took his hands and pulled him as hard as I could. He was damn heavy, but I managed to get him over to the floor by his bed. I waited a few minutes to catch my breath again, before hoisting him onto my shoulder and placing him on the bed. Although I think dropping him on the bed is more accurate. I was actually pretty strong, which surprised most people, but getting tattoo boy onto his bed was a struggle.

Once he was safely on his bed, I climbed back out of his window and into my aunts house to grab a first aid kit, then came back across to Daniel's room. His parents probably had a first aid kit of their own, but I didn't want to go snooping around their house to find one.

After cleaning up his bloody nose and knuckles, I wasn't sure what to do next. I didn't really feel comfortable just leaving him there, alone. I decided it was better to keep an eye on him until he wakes up, even if he might murder me for doing so.

I quickly crossed back over to my room and yelled downstairs to Jake that I was going to go to bed early after a long day and not to disturb me. I locked my bedroom door, grabbed my homework, and pizza of course, amd made my way back to his room.

His desk at the side of his room was covered in books and motorcycle magazines, so I carefully piled them up and placed them on the floor next to the desk, before getting out my homework.

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I looked at the clock next to his bed and it said 11:30pm. I yawned as the tiredness tried it's best to consume me. How long was he going to be out for? As if the gods heard my thoughts, Daniel's body shifted and groaned a little, before slowly opening his eyes.

"Hey sleepy head." I said.

Why, Maggie? Why would you say something so stupid?

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" He yelled, sitting upright.