Can he mend the broken?

Chapter 14: I'm coming home to bad news

Narrator

Weeks and weeks gone by of the same routine for both Carl and Ana. Carl did his daily schedule at Juvie while Ana got up went to school and come home to sleep everyday. She didn't go a day without thinking of Carl and crying. Not a day went by where Carl didn't think of how Ana was feeling. Carl kept his head up and did what he had to do. He eventually got to get out after 4 months. He was cut 2 months for good behavior and hard work. However Ana couldn't hold on much longer. THrough Chelsea's and Jasmine's daily bullying she wanted to leave. She wanted to be worry free and to be happy again. The only way that could happen was if she had Carl by her side everyday, everynight, every second she felt. A few days befor Carl got out Ana did something unforgettable and life changing.

Ana's POV

I ran home in tears. I checked the driveway to be sure no one was home. No cars. I unlocked the front door and went in. The house reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. Glass bottles scattered throughout the kitchen and parlor. I rolled my eyes and ran to my room. I stood on a stool and popped open the ceiling tile all the way in the corner of my room near my closet. I rummaged around and found the wooden lockbox. I pulled it out, fixed the tile back in place and jumped off the stool. I lifted the loose floor board and picked up the small key. My hands started to shake as I shoved the key into the lock and turned it. It popped open and pulled it off tossing it onto my bed. I slowly opened the box revealing a bottle of pills and a razor. I looked and both back and forth and decided on the pills. I picked the bottle up and listened to the roll around and clink together. I opened the childproof bottle and dumped the whole half full bottle into my hand and stared at them. A million thoughts went through my head. Carls never going to come home. I'm not worth his time anymore. It's all my fault he was gone. I thought. I went into my bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I watched myself dump the pills into my mouth and picked up and cup and filled it with water. I slowly raised the cup and touched it to my bottom lip. I guzzled the water own and felt ever pill flow by my throat. That was it. There was no turning back, this was what I wanted and what I done. Now I am just waiting for the aftermath.

Carl's POV

I woke up realizing it was my last day and that I will be leaving this shithole by 5:30 today. I honestly do think I am ready to go home. The guards and myself do see a difference in me. I am such a more well behaved person since I got here. The first week of being her I got into a fight. Even though I wasn't the one who started it, I let it get to me. I now know that it's not worth the fights. I need to focus on me, my family and Ana. I can't wait to see her, I told Fiona and them not to tell her because I wanted to surprise her. Fiona told me she will call her over around 5:00 to hang with Debbie while they came and got me. I feel free knowing I won't be here after this day. I am not going to screw anything up. I learned to stop, think, and act. I don't want to ruin anything for me and Ana again. In fact I don't want to ruin her. I feel bad for what ever she had to go through these past 4 months. What if she was being bullied by Jasmine and Chelsea. I wasn't there to stop it or comfort her. I hope my sister was, that's the least she could do.

"Gallagher, make sure your things are ready. Today is your release date," Officer Gomez said. At first I hated officer Gomez. He always bossed me around and told me to stop getting into trouble here. But overall he was right. If I wanted to be with Ana again I had to get my act together. I listened to him and soon enough I got here.

"Yes sir," I stood up and packed my things in the white cloth bag he threw to me. After that i went to breakfast with Colby, Jerry and Martin. I noticed their change too over the 4 months and I could definitely see them leaving soon too. "I'm leaving today," I placed my tray on the table and sat down.

"Thats good bro, give me your number so we can all link up when we get out and talk about things," Martin said.

I took out a piece of paper and wrote down my cell three times and ripped each copy of my number out. "Here," I handed each of them my number. We continued the rest of the day playing card games like we did everyday. We sat together at lunch and dinner. We talked about what I was going to do different when I get out. I also told them about how we were going to surprise my girlfriend when I came home.