Limerence

Chapter .5

For my whole life I have lived with my best friend and my brother. My parents were murdered when I was in only 6. I hardly remember it. Being taken away from my home in a cop car. The  anguish flowing out of my eyes with the tears with reflections of red and blue lights from the cop car. The police said that my father had murdered my mother then killed himself; a murder suicide. He didn't do it. I know he didn't. For 1, he loved my mother with all of his heart and would never do anything to hurt her. And 2, I saw the pictures from the investigation (the sheriff's son was my best friend and was a sneaky bitch). It looked more like an animal attack on the both of them. He cared for her like he cared for me. 

My best friend wasn't only my best friend by the time I turned 16. He was also another brother. My brother and I lived with Scott McCall until last summer. Fletcher went on a hike and never came back. The police said that his body was thrown into the preserve's lake. They claimed it was an attempt of suicide, leaving his body water logged and spongey. They claimed that he was suicidal after the death of our parents but I knew better. Fletcher was the furthest thing from suicidal. He was the one always cheering me up and helping me when I would have a panic attack; that is when Stiles wasn't there. Scott had helped me into the morgue when his body was found so I could actually say goodbye to him. His body was covered in large gashes from his thighs to his chest. It was like my parents death, all over again. 

Scott McCall has always been my best friend my shoulder to cry on, my crutch when I needed one. Well, as long as I could remember him being there. When we were 3 we apparently met in the sand box. I was building a sandcastle in the coarse, rocky sand with my brother. A short boy with a crooked smile and messy hair came over to me. He had asked me if it was ok to play in the sand with me and of course I said yes. I didn't have many friends up until then. The two of us had gone to town building a castle fit for a crab princess. At least we thought it was. It was pretty ugly. I look at pictures of it and it was terrible. I was sitting there minding my business when yet another little boy with messy dark brown hair, honey whiskey colored eyes, and moles scattered around his face like stars sat down in the already crowded box and started to play with our toys. I remember the story like it was yesterday. I mean it was how I had met three of my four best friends.

"Hey! Give that back." I screeched my pigtailed hair whipping around my face.

"But I wanna play with it!" the boy covered in moles yelled back. I promptly responded with a simple "NO." he ignored me and continued to put the sand into the bucket. When he went to flip the bucket to make a castle I scooped up a hand full of sand and chucked it at the back of his head. It smacked his head satisfyingly and a smug smile spread across my 3 year old face. He froze in place and turned around with a shocked look on his face. He snatched a handful of sand and plopped it onto my head. My mouth fell open staring at him, shocked that he had ruined my pigtails that took my mother a whole 5 minutes to do ( as a 3 year old, this felt like a lifetime). A large smile spread across his round child face and he started laughing. He had the most contagious giggle that made Scott start to laugh as well. If Scott was laughing and liked him then I guess he wasn't that scary; Practically harmless."I'm Stiles." the boy with a name finally told us in a squeaky voice. What in the holy hell was a Stiles? His leg bounced up and down making me distracted. "I'm Scott McCall." Scott piped up following Stiles example and looking at me to state my name.

"I'm Carson. Carson Bates" I let the words flow over my tongue and smiled a toothy grin when I finished.

"I thought Carson was a boys name though?" Stiles asked perplexed and muttered a never mind when I gave him a death glare. A small girl with curly red hair and a large smile on her face skipped over and chattered about her new pink bow. I jumped around with her excitement and told her about the new sandals I received. I pointed to the white and yellow flowers spread over the shoes adorned on my feet.