Chasing Cars

Chapter Three

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Chasing Cars

Chapter Three

I didn't sleep long. I was tired because I was awoken this morning by someone  (cough Carlee cough). I just couldn't though. I kept having nightmares of that sick man holding Carlee in his arms and taking her. I was disgusted. How could anyone do this to a person? How sick, and twisted, did a person have to be to force them into that? And can you imagine what Carlee must be going through? Her nightmares are probably worse than mine! And for her to not tell anybody about it? To keep it bottled up inside like that? And to make it worse, I wasn't there for her. I wasn't there to stop it from happening, and I wasn't there to help her cope with it.  I haven't been there to stop the nightmares. How she must hate me now. I was basically the only man she trusted, and she probably didn't trust me anymore. Her trust died the moment I didn't save her. I had promised her I'd save her. I wasn't capable of saving anything; I couldn't save my parents marraige, I couldn't save Carlee from harm, I couldn't save myself from getting hurt from chasing cars. I couldn't do anything. I was useless.

I stared at Carlee's peaceful face for hours. How could she look so peaceful, while I was having nightmares about an experience I wasn't there to experience? I was happy, though; happy that her dreams could be peaceful, even though her life wasn't. I turned my head to the side as I stared at her, wondering, does she go to therapy? Therapy could help her cope with the memories of her past, and the hauntings of her future. Maybe they could make her realize that it wasn't her fault that her mom died, however she died.  Carlee had experienced one of the worst pains imaginable, force. She was taken by force. Therapists could help with that. And what if she was pregnant? I jolted upright at that thought, dragging Carlee up with me. She made a grumbling sound, and yawned, stretching her arms out. She rubbed her eyes to get the sleep out of them, the looked at me.

"What's wrong, Jay?" she asked quietly. I sighed and leaned in to kiss her, but pulled back immediately when she flinched. I looked away from her, disgusted with myself now. I made her flinch. She was afraid of me. Gosh, I really freaked up earlier, when I kissed her, and touched her... I shivered from the memory of her body against mine, and how I was overcome with pleasure... Then I shook my head to clear myself from those thoughts. Carlee scooted up next to me and put her head on my bare shoulder, placing a kiss there. "I'm sorry, Jaden." she whispered into my skin.

I wrapped one arm around her. I placed a kiss into her temple. "No, I'm sorry Carls. After what you've been through, and how you were set off last night, I don't blame you." I told her.

She shook her head. "But that's the thing, I shouldn't let the past run my life."

"How long ago did it happen?" I questioned.

She turned away. "It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does, Carlee, it matters to me." I said, angrily thinking of all the possible things I could've been doing while she was being... forced.

"It was two weeks ago." she said quietly, so quiet I almost didn't hear her. I flinched inwardly as flashes of that night popped into my head, flashing around like a movie.

"Is that why you..." I began to ask, but trailed off, not wanting to actually say the word.

She shook her head immediately. "No, no!" she said quickly, obviously lying.

"Tell me the truth, Carlee." I flared.

She shook her head again. "It's true, that's not..." she cut herself off, seeing my expression.