Constantine's neighbor

Chapter 10

Carters POV

When I open my eyes, I instantly wish I hadn't woken up. That moment when you are just waking up and you still aren't fully conscious, when you can't recall the date or what happened the night before is the most blissful part of my day. It's the only time where my thoughts aren't haunted by them.  Every single year on december 15th, I have to skip school, leave without telling anyone where I'm going, and drive back to the last place I should be, wanted to be.

I make my way stealthy down the stairs, grabbing my keys and jacket before running out to Bentley and making my way back home. If that's what you could even call it.

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As I near the state border I can't help but tense up. I had left Arizona less than a month ago yet it felt like years. Two hours later I am pulling up into Jason's house. I know it it a bad decision to come here and  I hate getting him even slightly involved, but he is the only one who would willingly give me what I need and not ask questions. Before I could knock, the door swings open revealing a bare chest Jason. As he pulls me into a hug I can't help but relax at the familiarity that is him. I hadn't even realized how much I had missed this. Not him particularly but rather the state itself. The warm weather had always brought me a sense of comfort, almost like a protective coat to shield you from the coldness of other people's words.

"I have the stuff already set up if you want to go right away" he says with a sad smile.

We both know that every bone in my body aches to be free of this responsibility. My mom had left me no choice. I am expected every year and if I don't comply I know what would happen. With a small nod I followed him into the kitchen. Jason had been the one to help me after my mom had died and left me with my step father. After the inncident he had allowed me and Dean to live at his palce for a few weeks sorting out what to do. We had obviously figured out what to do considering i called my real dad, speaking to him the first time in years. 

Grabbing the bag I go with him to the garage to where the motorcycle is covered with a tarp. It had originally been his, but after buying a new one, rather than giving it up, he gave it to me knowing how much I cared for it.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou" I whisper while holding back the tears I knew would come if we continue to talk.

Pulling out of the garage I make my way down to the small city of Florence. Passing by the familiar, run down houses, I park down the street from the house I had lived in since i was in 5th grade. As I make my way up the creaky stairs, the door is flung open and out came a stumbling, drunk man who I can only help but call stepdad.

"Bea!" He said with a slimy smile, while taking in my appearance with lewd eyes. I hate that name, that's not me, not anymore. not ever.

"You filled out nicely in the past months" he says dryly, appreciation coating his words.

"I have the money... Can I go now?"

"Of course you can't, you haven't seen Archer!"

As I felt bile rise in my throat I can't help but take a step back automatically. Archer is his son.  he He is no different than his father. I haven't seen him since the night of the incident. 

i feel anger rise in me as i look at them. i feel digusting even being aroung them and the idea of coming here again makes my throat tighten and puts me on the verge of a panic atack.

I throw the bag down by his feet. "There is the money, I'm not playing your fucking twisted games, and you can tell Archer to fuck off! You can't do this anymore! I'm not a fucking kid anymore!"