We Are Broken

Chapter 21

Chapter 21:

((Carter's Point of View))

Tomorrow was Valentine's day. It's been two days since I have seen or talked to Fay. I didn't want to face her so I did the cowardice thing, hide in my room. I didn't have to go to school yesterday since it was Sunday. I didn't go to school today because I knew she would be there. She didn't go to school either. I watched from the window as Cindy, and only Cindy went out to the car to go to school. 

During lunch I could hear Fay's voice and laughter as she talked to the doctor in the kitchen. I wanted to desperately to join her. But I couldn't. The only thing I could do was take another shot. I know, I know I shouldn't be drinking since Fay probably classifies it as drugs, but I couldn't help it. It was my go-to thing when the times got bad. 

There was a knock on my door. I froze. Half of me hoped that it was Fay. The other half hoped that it wasn't her just because I didn't want to disappoint her again.

"Carter?" 

It wasn't her. Instead it was Dr. Chanaway. I hid the bottle of vodka, as well as the empty one, under my bed before opening the door to face him. He was alone. No one was beside him. Though I did catch a glimps of a blonde going into a room......His room.....the blonde hadn't been any blonde either. It had been one single blonde that could make me feel this way. Fay. 

Why was she going into his room? That was the single thought that made my blood go cold. 

Dr. Chanaway walked into my room, shutting the door behind him. "Have you been drinking?" is the first thing he asks me with a stern voice. 

"Are you taking advantage of Fay?" I snapped right back at him, staring at him with disgust. 

"No! I would never do such a thing!" he says, taken back by my accusation. 

"Then why is she going into your room?" I ask. My words slightly slurred as I said that. Maybe I had drunk more then I thought I had. 

"You are drunk!" he said. 

"Just answer the damn question." I yell. 

"She's going in there for comfort!" he shouts at me. Dr. Chanaway raises a hand after taking a deep breath. 

I instantly back against the wall in terror. "Don't touch me! Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean too!" Tears filled my eyes as I was scared shitless. 

((Fay's Point of View))

I missed him so much. It's not something I could help, I just took for granted having him by my side. As many times as I have wanted to go to him, I didn't. He needed to come to me. Or even Dr. Chanaway. He needed help with his drug issues. Carter really needed to know that. I was his for him, but I wasn't going to sit around and watch him waste his life.

I heard shouting coming from Carter's room. I couldn't help but freeze. 

Instincts took over when I heard crying. I took off running into his room. Carter was on the floor in a corner, curled up. Tears were pouring from his eyes as he mumbled incoherent words. Anthony was standing in front of him. He was trying to coax him out, practically begging him to come out really. 

"Carter!" I gasped. 

He looked up at me with large eyes. A heart breaking sob came from him. He started to rock back and forth. 

I went towards him, crouching down. Gently, I touched a hand to his shoulder. He flinched away from me. "Carter, I'm not going to hurt you."

He does say anything. 

I motion for Anthony to leave. He gives me a look before leaving. I turn back to Carter. "No one is going to hurt you. It's just me." 

He looks at me, eyes like sausers. "I thought you hated me."

"What?" I asked him in shock. 

"You hate me." he says. 

I shake my head. "I could never hate you, Carter!" 

"But the drugs?" he says, thought it seems more like a question. 

I lifted his face so that he was looking at me. "I don't like it, but that doesn't mean that I hate you. I want to help you get over them so that you won't need them. What i said the other night was bad, I was an insensitive bitch. But I could never ever ever hate you." 

He threw his arms around me, holding me close. I could smell the alcohol on him. I couldn't be mad at him for that though, not while he was sitting here sobbing into my shoulder. Ignoring my gut feeling to run away, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. Gently I hummed under my breath. It was a song that seemed very fitting of both of our lives. We are broken by Paramore. 

It's true, we were broken. We'd been through hell. In fact, we are still going through it, just not as bad. But the thing is, we survived, and that's all that honestly mattered. 

"We are broken?" he asks in recognization. 

I nod. "I thought it kind of fixed us." 

Carter stands up, pulling me up with him. "We are broken. In every way possible we are." 

I nod, re-wrapping my arms tightly around him. He instantly hugged back. I enjoyed being in his arms. Without him I had felt lost, incomplete, and exposed. He was the one who made me feel safe.

And for that, I was forever thankful for him. 

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SO last night I had FINALLY posted the prologue to my newest story I Dare You, hope you like it. No, it isn't a story like my usual type- though the prologue does seem like that. 

To find  out what I mean, you'll just have to read it. 

I'm going to try to update my story tomorrow, but I don't know how late I'll be out so no promises. My boyfriend is taking me out so I'm kinda nervous......he won't tell me where we are going. And to make matters worse he's told all my best friends well two the only two that are females (I have mostly guy friends) sooooo they keep bragging that they know what I'm doing. SO RAWR...............I really hope he isn't going to take me to see the Vow......I'm not that big into chick flicks, I prefer more action or gore.