We Are Broken

Chapter 25

Chapter 25:

((Fay's Point of View))

Sirens whaled as we sped down the street. Carter was pale. His skin paler then usual. He felt dead. He looked dead. The paramedics insisted that he wasn't though. They told me he was alive. But barely. 

"Carter, please make through this." I cried into his arm. 

His chest was covered in blood. There was so much blood. So much that I couldn't find where the buller whole was. 

I watched as they cut off his shirt, trying to stop the bleeding. I noticed the cut marks on his wrist. They asked me if I knew about them. All I could do was shake my head. Carter was far more broken then he had let me know. Why hadn't he told me about this? 

At the hospital Cindy was the first one to come running to me. In an instant I was in her arms. I cried into her as they took Carter down the ICU. 

"Fay!" someone says. Anthony Chanaway was there. 

He pulled me into his arms. "What's going on?" he asks. 

"I............I don't know......it all hap-hap-happened so fa-fast." I mumbled into him. 

"Fay Ramon, we would like to ask you some questions." someone says. It was an officer. 

"Can she do this later? Right now she's a mess." Cindy says. 

"No, we need to talk to her now." 

"Excuse me that won't be necessary." Agent Roberts says joining this little chat feast. He flashes his badge to the cops. 

The cops dragged him away to talk to him I guess. I just slumped down into one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Cindy handed me a box of tissues. That wouldn't be enough though. I needed to know if he was going to survive. I needed to know how he was doing. 

No one would tell me if he was alright though. They wouldn't even tell Anothony. I didn't know whether to take that as a good sign or a bad one. To be honest, I didn't know what to think any more. 

((Flashback 3rd person- Carter's Memory))

"Mommy, please don't let them do this to me!" Carter shouted as he was strapped down to an operation table. 

His uncle and father smiled at him. 

"Your precious Mommy can't save you now, boy." his father said. 

His uncle- Geoff- grabbed a large shot full of some weird liquid. He started to tap at the needle in a way a nurse would right before she gave a child a flu vacine. Only this wasn't a nurse. And it most certainly wasn't a flu vacine. 

Carter screamed and wiggled around as he tried to get out of the bindings. He knew what was about to happen to him. He was only seven but he knew. Oh boy, did he know. 

His mother just stood there and watched as her brother and husband injected her son with the drug. She just took another swig of the tequilla bottle in her hand. 

Carter started to cry as the liquid was injected into his system. 

"Shut the fuck up you little brat!" Geoff yells, slapping him as hard as he could. 

Carter didn't shut up though. So his father- Dane- started to kick him. Geoff grabbed a horse whip and started to slap him with it. Both were laughing like lunitics. Then again, they were lunitics. After all those are the only type of people 

Carter slumped back unconcious. His dark hair which had turned into dred locks it was so mangy, hung over his face which was covered in dirt and slime. Some of his wounds had started to bleed. Bruises had started to form. 

Geoff and Dane stood back to admire their handy work. They smiled at each other. 

"Drug test complete." Dane said. "Time to put it on the market."

They went upstairs congragulating each other. 

Carter's mother went over to her son. She looked at him, tears in her eyes. To be honest, she wasn't sorry that they were doing this to him. She was perfectly happy with the life style she was currently living. With her family in this business, she was able to afford some of the finer things in life. She was crying only because she had to watch it happen. And that was the only sorrow she felt for this situation. 

She dumped the rest of her tequilla over the boy's broken body. 

"Sleep well, baby, there will be more in the morning." she whispered in his ear. 

She stroked his cheek one time before turning her back on her son. She carefully made her way upstairs, staggering a bit from all the tequilla she had drunk. 

((End of flashback))

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I wanted to put Carter's memory into this chapter for the hell of it. I didn't want to have Fay admit that she likes Carter in this chapter. The reason being I just don't feel like writing a romance right now. 

I broke up with my boyfriend last night- just because he was being an ass to me and my guy friends and I decided that we were better friends. There had been a lot of pressure on our relationship. So I'm happy I broke it off, but it is still rough since he's posting all this crap about it. I figure he's going to give me hell when I go back to school Thursday, so wish me luck on dealing with him. Even if I have my guy friends backing me up it's going to be rough. 

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