Chapter 3: Carter

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As I make my way home after school I'm still thinking about this morning with my mom. I feel bad for what I said to her and how I walked out so rudely but I'll never tell her.

I make my way through the door and quickly go up to my room.

"Carter" my mother says softly as she enters my room "hey honey, I need to- um I need to talk to you about something"

"okay?" I say questioningly

"it's about your father"

"it's you've come to trash him in front of me again you can just leave mom beca-"

"no I won't do that"

"then what is it?" I say louder than I wanted to

"he...um...well he's sick"

"sick? like the flu or something?"

"no honey not like the flu. I got a phone call from jessica this morning after you left..." she trails off

"so?"

"well he was starting to feel really bad and was coughing up blood so she took him to the hospital."

"and.."

"he was diagnosed with lung cancer"

what? no, this can't be happening

"no" is all I can manage

"carter, this is happening dear...I mean it's not really a big deal he isn't in your life anyway"

"are you kidding me?" I ask loudly

"yes carter, he's never done a thing for you so maybe he is just getting what he deserves"

"no!"I shout "you don't get to say that! he always supported me and you never have and never will!"

"don't say that shit carter I'm all you have!"she yells louder

"I'm leaving"

"no you aren't"

I get close to her face and say "watch me"

with that I walk out of my messy room and storm down the stairs and out of the front door. With all of my anger towards my mother I almost forgot about her news.
he has cancer.
cancer.
he's going to die.

When I get to my favorite spot in the woods I go to a clearing of trees and stare up at the beautiful pink and purple streaked sky and wish, only for this moment that I had a friend.

no. I don't need anyone. I had him. I had my friend but I don't need hayden anymore. We used to be so close back in middle school but I built up a wall against him when my dad left me. He had told me that he understood what I was going through and that was what made me begin my spiraling hate for him. He has the perfact life, he could never understand me.

"Carter? is that you?"

speak of the devil

"yeah" I say "who's there?" I ask even though I know for sure who it is.
When we were little (and best friends) we found this place out of the way from any person. It was our spot. We would meet here and tell each other about the troubles of our day. We came here to feel better when we were sad. And even after I left him for solitude, I still come here when I need to really think.

"it's hayden"

"oh" I say "I'll just go then"

As I step away from my place and begin to akwardly walk past him he says something that shocks me

"what the hell did I do to you?"

"what?"

"I said what did I do to you? why do you hate me so much"

"I don't hate you"

"yes carter you do and I would like to hear what on earth I did to make you hate me"

"you didn't do anything"

"yes apperantly I did because you have avoided me and been rude to me ever since your dad left 5 years ago"

I let a single tear come down my face at the mention of my father and turn away from him to walk away

"wait carter I'm sorry"

"no its fine!" I shout "your right I do hate you ever since my dad left me I've hated you"

"why"

"because" I say "because you have everything I've ever wanted. the perfact family and the stupid grades..."

"you think my family is perfact" he laughs, then turns serious "my family is far from perfact"

"but when I did leave you it was what could possibly be anything close to what me dad did to us...to me"

"well how about a completely alcoholic and physically abusive dad that, as of last night, doesn't want anything to do with me" he says loudly

"what?" I say not believing what I just heard. his dad has always been the one that was responsible and supportive. He is what I've always wanted in a father.

"and my mom" he continues "she..." he trails off

"I'm sorry hayden. I uh... I just need to go... I'm gonna go"

As I walk away I can hear the muffled sound of crying behind me.

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