the café ✓

chapter nineteen♡

I learned being in a sling and doing nothing all day is extremely boring. The nurse said I couldn't do much and the only thing I could really do was walk and undress myself carefully.

I've been staying at Carter's for four days now and it's been nice. He's cleaned my wound since I couldn't do that either. He keeps me motivated to stay patient until my injury heals.

I was on the couch watching some football when Carter comes into the room. "Do you want to clean your arm now? I don't want to do it tonight because it took so long yesterday."

"Sure," I accept, getting up from the couch and headed towards the bathroom.

Carter was right behind me as I sat on the edge of the bathtub. I watch him get clean bandages, q-tips and peroxide.

He comes to me and takes of my sling and old bandages and throws the bandages in the trash. As Carter opened the peroxide, I was tapping my foot. I wasn't nervous since he's done this for four days but the peroxide stings terribly and I just wanted to get it over with.

The q-tip that was drenched in peroxide was put on my arm and the puss began to form. My hand clenched he edge of the bathtub in pain, but I didn't yell or scream. I just stayed silent. Of course it hurt like hell, but I had to go through it.

Carter finished rather quickly and we walked downstairs and lay on the couch again. Like I said, I can't do much with a wounded arm.

I laid myself on his side and relaxed as he put his arm around me. Carter isn't a sporty kind of guy but he does like watching contacted sports on tv.

The doorbell rang and I was curious who it could be, since neither of us were expecting anybody. Claire and I aren't talking at the moment and I don't really have any other friends that I talk to.

"I got it," Carter said as he carefully got up, attempting to not cause my arm to encounter more pain.

I pause the game and watch him walk to the door and open it. He seemed really shocked but I couldn't see who it was from where I was sitting.

"You can't be here right now!" Carter whispered.

I don't know who was at the door and if it was a female I was going to blow.

"It's my house, I can be here boy!" the voice yelled. Carter jumped the slightest bit and he walked away and towards me. He was breathing heavily and I could tell he was really nervous.

His dad was home.

Carter's father walked towards him and say me and stopped his tracks.

"Who are you?" He demanded loudly. I got up in my sling and took a step back.

"Wren," I answer as Carter stands next to me.

"Why are you here?" He inspected.

"I was hanging out with Carter," I stutter the tiniest bit.

"Leave!" He yelled. My nerves got the best of me and I jumped like Carter did earlier. I didn't know why he wanted me to leave, but I had to do as he said since he is abusive. Just like my mother.

"Just let me get my things," I say as I walk towards the stairs and I could tell he was following me, it made me very uncomfortable.

"You were staying here?!" He yelled as he stomped his foot. I don't know why Carter was helping me verbally fight against his dad. I know he could get in serious trouble but still. "Get the fuck out of here!"

He shoved me up the stairs causing me to trip and miss a step. I fall down slip off the step I was standing on and I soon sat on the first stair. My arm is in killer pain but that wasn't my concern at the moment. Getting the hell out of here is what I'm aiming for.

I run upstairs and head to the guest room and gather my things. Tear fall down my face as I head a knock at my door. It was gentle so I knew it was Carter.

"What do you want!" I say as I viciously put my things in my backpack.

"I'm sorry," Carter apologized as he came towards me.

"That's it! Is that all your going to say?" I scoffed as I walked past him and down the stairs. He ran after me as I stopped at the front deck.

"Look, my dad is an asshole and shouldn't have treated you that way!"

"You could have stopped him. After all, he shoved me and put my arm in terrible pain!"

"Do you know what he could have done to me?"

"Yes I do! My mother smashed a wine bottle on top of my head, remember that?"

"My dad put my hand in fire! That's getting burned alive!"

"Oh my god! You're unbelievable!"

"I'll talk to him okay?"

"He's not going to want me back here! Listen, we need a break,"

"So we are breaking up?"

"The definition of a break in relationship is we stay away from each other,"

"If that what you want Wren," Carter said defeated.

"I do," I say confidently as I walked off the deck and headed towards the sidewalk.

My heart shatters as I said, 'I do'. That's normally what you say in marriages but I used it against a break.

I don't know where I'm headed since I'm not going to my house. My dad is going to be all over me if he sees my wounded arm.

I guess the park is what I got right now.

I heard my phone going off in my bag and I dropped my bag in the sidewalk and searched through it to find my phone. Luckily, I got to t in time and answered it.

"Hello, is this Wren Watson?"

"Yes, how may I help you?"

"You are due to come in and take off your sling. Your arm should be all set."

"Okay, I'm on my way now. I do need more pain relievers if you don't mind getting me some,"

"Okay, see you soon."
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With the sling off my arm, I felt like a new person and I liked that. As I walked out of he hospital, I made it to the park safely and sat on the bench I would call my home for tonight. I scrolled through my social media and caught up on my posts and streaks. I didn't want to overdue myself since I was still in some pain.

I laid myself on the bench, not caring what people thought about me. No one was in the park anyway so I had it to myself.

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hey guys! i know this chapter was short, but don't worry, the others will be longer!! thank you for your patience in me righting these chapters. my life has been insanely crazy and i haven't had motivation to write. i should update another chapter tomorrow! thank you! love you all so much:)

-sam