The Untold Story of Carter & Carter

Chapter One - Fights

Eliana

"Goodnight, Gabriel." I called as I exited my shop on 43rd street and walked towards my apartment on 44th.

The night was cool and damp. After a long day at work with rain beating against the shop windows, I was glad to be going home.

I usually enjoyed the small walk from home to work and back, but tonight I only wanted to get home to rest my aching feet. I quickly made my way around the street corner and saw the last person I wanted to see walking out of my apartment complex. Dad. Oh god.

"Eliana." He said curtly.

"Dad." I nodded my head stiffly.

"Why are you coming home this late?" He asked

"Why do you care? I'm no longer under you care or supervision. Thank god for that." I retorted.

Anger flashed in his demon eyes but he kept it under control for once. Even though I knew he got mad easily and I knew exactly what got him mad, I still loved to piss him off after what he did to my mother and I.

"Don't speak to me that way." He said through clenched teeth. It was clear that he was struggling to manage his anger.

"I wouldn't speak to you this way if you were my father. But you're not." I said, knowing that this would be the thing to set him off.

"I am your father!" He said, trying not to yell so no one would call the police again.

"Then act like it." I said as I turned to walk up to my apartment.

An iron-like hand gripped my forearm and I cringed, my mind flooding with memories of my childhood.

"Watch yourself. I'm not above having a repeat of your upbringing." He said, a malicious glint taking over his eyes.

Fear momentarily washed over me. I remembered my "upbringing" all too well.

"You're not allowed to be this close." I said through clenched teeth. Yanking my arm out of his grasp I headed to the entrance of the building.

"I came to see how you're holding up without me here to wipe your ass for you." He said.

That pissed me off. I turned around to see his smug face glaring at me menacingly. He knew exactly what to say to get me angry.

"It's not like when you were here, you were even taking care of me, much less "wiping my ass". As you so eloquently put it." I spat.

"I was doing more for you than you think." He said, grinning like a demon.,

"Like what?" I spat. "You spent more time and money on prostitutes and liquor than you did on your own daughter."

"You little bitch." He started. "You don't have the littlest respect for you father and you deserve to burn in hell!"

Not being able to take any more I turned my back on him and practically ran into the building and up the stairs.

With tears now streaming down my face I entered my apartment and was greeted by a concerned Brianna.

"You saw him on your way in, didn't you?" She said.

"Yeah, perfect timing. right?"

"He came here looking for you, but I told him you were out and that I didn't know when you were coming back." She informed me. "Then he asked if he could come in and I told him no.

"Good."

I sniffed, wiped my tears, set down my purse and took off the infernal heels that left occasional blisters on my feet.

Brianna hugged me tenderly. After all that happened between me, my mother and my so called father, Brianna was always there. That was why after high school we both decided to move in together. With us both working full time jobs and attending online college, our lives were finally working out.

"He didn't hurt you did he?" She asked, pulling away and looking me over, making sure I was okay.

"I'm fine, really."

"That's good, because if he had touched you I'd chase down the bastard and make sure he learns a damn lesson."

"The asshole will never learn a damn thing." I said dismissively.

"Get some rest." Brianna said ushering me to my bedroom.

"Yeah I'm really tired as it is." I said waking towards my room.

"Goodnight." She called.

"Night." I answered before closing my door.

I threw my things in my bed and slipped out of my work clothes before slipping into a pair of sweats and a tank top.

I peeked at my phone after I climbed under my covers and saw a text.

"Brody and Chris got into a fight again. Chris said it's 'the last straw' and he wants a fight. Tomorrow 3pm. 11th avenue. -Zach"

I groaned. Great. I would be spending my Saturday in a fight with an opposing group in a back alley.

At least I wouldn't have to take off from work like last time.

Oh well. I just hope I don't end up with proof of a fight this time.

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