"what are you doing here lamar?" carl asked, standing up straight.
He slowly walked over to carl's dresser, picking up a picture frame set on it. he looked at the photo of the gallagher family for a brief moment before opening the drawers until he found the one with t shirts in it. he grabbed the first one he found and threw it on the bed and then turned to face the wall. rylee grabbed the shirt and slid on as carl handed her the sweatpants on the ground.
"i just thought i'd stop by to remind you guys that if i find out that we've been lied to, things won't go too good for you." lamar said, still facing the wall while rylee got dressed.
"nobody's lying." carl said sternly as the tall man turned back around.
"good good." he nods, walking closer to where carl stood.
"but just incase." he said quickly before hitting carl across the head with a gun he was holding.
Rylee quickly jumped up, going to carl, but before she could get to him she was grabbed by her t shirt and thrown up against the wall. He shoved her once again yelling at her to mind her own business. She is released from his grip as carl shoves his shoulder and sends a punch right to his face, yelling to stay the fuck away from her. He stumbled back a bit, but came right back into focus to deliver a punch to carl's face.
"fuck!" carl yelled, holding a hand to his nose. lamar pushed carl back to the ground, and pushed rylee toward the dresser by carl's bed, yelling "you both need to-"
"hey!" fiona yelled, barging into the room with the baseball bat in her hand, "i don't know what's going on here and frankly, i don't care. but you're going to need to get the fuck out of here. right now."
lamar looked between the three of them, mumbling "i'll catch you guys later." before exiting the room.
"what the fuck was that?" fiona asked, looking around the now messy room, and the two bleeding teenagers.
carl ignored her question, rushing over to where rylee was sitting, "are you okay?"
"i'm fine." she said quickly.
"your leg." he shook his head, looking at a large cut on her thigh from the dresser she had been pushed into.
"your head." she said, not understanding why she had a cut on her leg when his head was rapidly bleeding.
"i'll get v." fiona announced, leaving the room.
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"how many times do i have to stitch up your damn head" v complained as she patched up the cut on carl's forehead, right next to the scar from the last time this happened.
"i'm sorry." he mumbled.
"i thought you got yourself out of this shit" she asked quietly
"i did." carl retaliated, "just a misunderstanding."
"better be." she said sternly, "you're fine, move over so i can get her leg"
Rylee sits where carl just was as V gets ready to stitch up her leg with new sterile tools.
"this is why you need to get out." V said, looking back up at carl, "now they're hurting your girlfriend too and-"
"yeah i know okay can you just..." he starts to yell but quickly lowers his voice, "just fix her leg please."
The first stitch was pulled through rylee's skin, causing her to wince in pain, as V did not have all of the proper numbing material you would hope for.
"be careful." carl says quickly, looking up to see V glaring at him, "sorry. continue."
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"how's your leg feeling?" carl asked, climbing into his bed next to rylee.
"i'm fine." rylee said, getting slightly annoyed with how often carl felt the need to check up on her cut leg.
"okay i'll stop asking." he said, laughing a little bit. he leaned over and kissed her cheek. she kissed him back, right on the lips. he smiled, kissing back and shifting carefully to rest between her legs. he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, quickly noting the bruises scattered on her shoulder and ribs from being pushed against the wall.
"i'm so sorry baby" he whispers tracing the bruising "im so sorry i let him hurt you."
"it's just some bruises carl" she said, trying to brush it off.
"he threw you into the fucking shelf"
he cringes at the memory.
"hey it's okay." she kisses him. "it's okay, just kiss me."
He kisses her back as she reaches down to slide off his pants.
he kisses her neck, then back up to her face where he peppers kisses along her forhead, nose, and cheeks, back to her lips. he grabbed her uninjured thigh, bending it up, and began to move in her at a slow pace. "i love you." he whispered, burying his head in her neck, breathing heavily as she wound her fingers through his hair.
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"hey it's carl," he said into the phone as he stepped onto his porch, "i got some business to handle, if i could get your help."
V overhears him talking as she walks toward the house, she slows down to listen before he notices her there.
"i'll need a better gun." he said, "its lamar. he came by my place when my girl and my sister were home. people got hurt."
v quickly walks to him, grabbing the phone from his hand and hanging up, glaring at him.
"what in the hell do u think you're doing?" she yells.
"i got it covered." carl says.
"you are not going to get into this shit." V tells him sternly, "she got a cut on her leg, she is not dead. you better rethink this right now before you end up in a worse position than you were in before. don't you fucking do this, do you understand me?"
carl nodded, "okay."
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(o damn. i hope this isn't stupid lmao)
