We Are Broken

Chapter 15

Chapter 15:

((Fay's Point of View))

I open my eyes to see the familiar surroundings of Carter's room. He isn't any where to be seen though. I sit up, wrapping the top blanket around me. It's freezing in here. 

"You're awake." Carter says, making that oberservation as he walks in the room. He sits down on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." I said, sighing.

He brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. "That's to be expected." 

"I'm cold." I told him. 

He picks me up, and starts carrying me downstairs. 

"Carter, what are you doing?" I ask him, trying to get down. 

He just holds me tighter. "I'm taking you to get warm. Unless you would have prefered the two of us getting naked under the covers." 

My face turns red. "Wha-wha-what? NO!" 

"Relax, I was kidding, Fay." he says. "I wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I never want that to happen to you."

I just nod as we sit down in front of the fireplace. The fire ir roaring and warm......so warm. It feels nice against my frozen skin. Carter keeps me in his arms, trying to warm me with the aid of the fire. The house is completely silent. I was going to as if anyone else was home when I realized that tonight everyone was supposed to go to the movies and eat at Long Horn. Carter must have volunteered to stay with me. 

"Carter.....?" I asked silently. 

"Hmmm?"

"You were right about school." I whispered. 

He lifts my chin up gently. "No, we've just had a shitty first day. Then after this weekend, we are going to try for another day. If it ends up shitty then hey, maybe three times really is the charm."

I snuggle into him. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"For being a good friend."

((Carter's Point of View))

In that moment I realized something. I didn't want to be friends with Fay. I didn't want her laying here, in my arms thinking that I was just being a good friend. No, I wanted to be more then friends. I wanted to kiss her until her lips started to bleed. I wanted to hold her, and kiss away her tears. 

There was so much that I wanted to do to her. So much......

...........I couldn't though................... She was never going to feel the same way about me............especially since she's gone through all this shit that has really screwed her up. 

That's my curse. I am stuck looking in on things that I want, but can never have. A normal life. A family. Love. Sex. And now Fay. 

"Do you think the next school day will be better?" she asks me in a small voice. 

I look down on her beautiful face. "Maybe." 

Her eyes narrow at me for a moment. "You think it's going to be as shitty as today was."

I sigh. "Yep."

She shudders. "That guy..............that guy looked somewhat familiar."

"What do you mean?" I ask, my body growing tense. 

Fay grabs my hand, giving it a small squeeze. "Not like that. I think maybe his father...........or even his brother........"

She didn't have to continue. I knew exactly what she meant. One of them had raped her. They damaged her. Took away her innocence. Hurt her in ways that I would never dream of hurting her, or anyone for that matter. People like that are seriously screwed up. 

I need to get her mind off of that. I didn't want her living in the past. Only one of us should do that......and I'll be the one to carry that burden. No one that amazing should go through so much pain and hurt. No one should. 

"Fay, I need to tell you something." I said, growing some courage. 

"What?" she asks, looking into my eyes. 

"I li-" I start. 

That's when the door opens and Cindy says "We're home!"