Welcome home Carter

Chapter 4

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"You're telling me that Carter Mitchell is back in town and I'm only just hearing about it?"

Let's just say Bailey wasn't happy when she found out Carter was back and I never told her.

"I'm sorry I can't help it if he just shows up! I found out yesterday afternoon he was coming home but I didn't think that would mean he would be here today! I didn't let Betty finish what she was saying. The first thing on my mind wasn't to tell you, I just had so many questions," I clasped on the couch, Carter had gone and I had gotten changed before Bailey started questioning me.

"And you just let him in while you where in the bath?" she said sitting down next to me on the couch.

"No I didn't just let him in. He literally smashed the door in to get to me. He didn't see anything because of all the bubbles. I got answers but not enough. Bailey, I'm even more confused then before," Bailey sighed

"I don't know Ken, I feel like there's trouble brewing," I looked at her.

"Bail I still can't believe he's back. He's still so beautiful," Bailey laughed.

"He is isn't he? Ken?," I hummed in response. "Do you still have feelings for him?"

I nearly chocked to death by the quick gush of wind I inhaled after that comment was made. I quickly sprang to my feet.

"WHAT, no umm never," I quickly sat back down. Bailey couldn't help but laugh at me and my reaction.

"I understand Ken. I mean he's a very attractive man," I rolled my eyes at her.

"All those years ago I didn't just fall for his looks. I fell for the way he treated me, the way he made me laugh and his looks where just a bonus for me Bailey. Anyway I don't want to talk about this anymore let's just watch The Vampire Diaries," she nodded her head as she turned on the TV.

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I had to drag myself out of bed the next day for work. Bailey and I had stayed up pretty late watching the vampire diaries.

Bailey was still sound asleep in my bed when I left for work. We did this often and I knew for a fact that she knew her way out.

I pulled up to work knowing that Carter would be inside visiting his Mom. My mind drifted back to the bath tub yesterday. How could I let him just walk right back into my life? Into my bathroom while I was having a bath? This was out of control. I need more answers then what I got.

I stormed into my work heading straight for Betty's room. I didn't stop to say hello to anyone along the way like I normally would. Everyone could tell I was on a mission. I would had to apologise to everyone after I finished ripping Carter a new one. He has got me mad.

"Carter Mitchell, you have explaining to do and I want answers now!" I slammed Betty's door open. The door slammed onto the wall behind it causing a loud crash. I cringed at the loud bang looking up at Betty with apologetic eyes. 

He was looking at me already, his eyes made me melt. How was I meant to say mad at him if he was looking at me like that?

"Mom, I'll come see you later I have to talk to Kennedy," I snapped back into reality, what was I thinking? Just coming barging in here like a wild animal demanding answers. 

"Don't worry just stay with your Mom. I have work anyway," I turned to leave just he grabbed my arm. I pulled away from his hold like it stung me. His eyes flashed with hurt. 

"Okay then, I'll meet you at your house after work," no way was I letting him back into my house. 

"Don't you dare step foot into my house. I don't want to see you," I could see Betty shaking her head from the corner of my eye. She was disappointed. What was I meant to do? Forgive him? Let him in? 

"Kennedy, be fair. Let me explain," I shook my head. I deserved better than this. 

"I'm not in the mood Carter," I walked towards the door and turned back to look at him. "You can't treat me like a little girl anymore," with that I opened the door and walked out.  

I could't believe I had the balls to stand up to Carter like that. 

I rest of the day seemed to go fast and I pushed any thought of Carter out of my mind. Work was more important. I had to be there for every in the home, they relied on me. 

I pulled up into my drive way and parked my car. I just wanted to take my shoes off and shower. I was tired emotionally and physically. Luckily for me this was my last shift for a whole week. 

I rushed to unlock my room, I practically heard the shower calling my name. What I saw when I stepped foot isn't what I could of ever think would of happened to me. The back door was shamed in and my whole down stairs was trashed. The contents of my fridge was thrown everywhere. Milk and orange juice stained my carpet floor. My couch had been lashed with what looks like a knife and it's on it's side on the other side of the room. My glass kitchen table was smashed, some pieces of it landed all the way into the kitchen. 

The further I walked into my house the more damage I saw. It was a mess that I had no idea what to do with. I had so many questions. 

Who did this?

Why did they do it? 

Why me? I don't have the nicest house on the street. 

I started to panic. What if they had stolen something?

I quickly rushed around looking and praying all my belongings were still in the house. Nothing appeared to be taken. My bedroom upstairs was a mess, the sheet and blankets ripped of the bed and my bed frame was tipped over. I could't hold it in anymore. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. This was a nightmare. 

I reached for my phone from my back pocket and dialed the number that's been haunting me for years. I just prayed he didn't change it other the years. It rung only twice before I heard the deep voice on the other end. 

"Baby, what's wrong," I tried to keep my cool but I broke down as soon as I heard that word. 

"Carter, I need you now," I was struggling to breathe. My chest was tight and I felt faint. 

"I'm on my way baby, don't cry I'll be there in ten minutes," the line went dead. 

'Don't cry?', too late.