kind of a badass//Carl Gallagher

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The next morning I got discharged. "So, are we going to your house or should I just go home?" I asked Carl, who hadn't left my bedside. He smiled at me, "Mine." I nodded and we got into a taxi. 

We pulled up to his house, I paid the driver and then walked up to the house. "Hey, babe can you go out back behind the stairs and get that rake for me? I have to clean up the front lawn," Carl asked. Strange that he did. The yard looked fine. But I shrugged it off and walked out back and got the rake, bringing it back to him. He looked shocked. "What?" I stated, pushing the rake to him. "Did you not step in the bear trap?" I scrunched my brows at him. What was he talking about? What bear trap? I was highly confused. "What are you talking about?" He didn't answer. He just huffed out a sigh and went upstairs. I scrunched my brows and walked over to the counter, leaning on it. Then I heard his footsteps, as soon as I looked up at him, handcuffs were being hooked onto my wrist and the other side to his. "What the fuck?" I felt the cold metal against my wrist. It was real handcuffs. "Rehab. Free, rehab. Don't worry I've done this before," He explained smirking at me. I shook my head. He must be insane. "You've handcuffed other people to you and called it rehab?" I lifted a brow. 

He shook his head. "No, I usually get them to step into a bear trap and keep them in the basement. But I love you so I improvised," He explained. I rolled my eyes, "Carl where is the key? This is highly unnecessary," I strongly stated. He shook his head. "Not going to happen, babe. Also, you have to admit the handcuffs are kind of hot," He kissed my hand. I rolled my eyes again. Pig. Okay, he wasn't entirely wrong. "How long do we have to be handcuffed like this?" He shrugged. Then, checked his phone. Setting an alarm. "48 hours from now." I shook my head at him. "Babe, this is not necessary. I'm not addicted," I retorted. He shook his head. 

He shook his head. He doubted me. I have to admit, it kind of hurt my feelings. I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I'll prove you wrong," I huffed out in total confidence. I'm not my mother. People needed to start realizing that. This was how I was going to prove it. "Handcuffed for 48 hours it is," I nodded. He was shocked that I gave up so easily, I could tell from his facial expressions. That kind of made me happy. "So you know you died right?" Carl asked, pulling me along with him to the fridge. I scrunched my brows trying to remember if the doctor told me that. Of course, he only meant for a few minutes. "I think so. I mean, all I saw was darkness. There wasn't anything there. Just... black," I explained reaching past him for a water bottle. He grabbed a can of soda. "That's kind of depressing, isn't it? Knowing for a fact there is nothing after we die. We live in nothingness." I was shocked at how intelligent he was sounding before the words hit me. It really was depressing. I suddenly had an empty feeling in my chest. Was there really nothing afterlife? Or was that what people call 'hell'? Either way, it made me uncomfortable and empty. Nice going, Carl. "Can we change the subject? Or watch a movie?" I asked, taking a drink of the water. He smiled apologetically and nodded. "We can watch Harry Potter even," He hugged me, awkwardly because of the handcuffs. I smiled widely, "Then off to my house." we walked over to my house quickly. "Uncle Kev! We are going to watch Harry Potter!" I shouted as I opened the door. I didn't want any surprise nudity again. Gross. 

I didn't see any nudity, thank the lord, but I did see the twins on the floor alone. "Veronica?" I shouted pulling Carl to the bottom of the spiral stairs. Luckily, she responded quickly. "One second I'm in the shower!" she shouted. I pulled Carl up to my room, then knelt down to reach the DVD collection I had below my bed. I pulled the silver box out then stood back up. "we are going to watch the movies downstairs with the girls," I informed, pulling him along with the box and I downstairs. I put in the Sorcerers Stone and then sat on the couch, laying my legs over Carl. The girls were playing with dolls so they weren't paying much attention. 

"Can you stop doing that?" I heard Carl ask. I was extremely confused as I haven't moved much since the beginning of the movie. "Doing what, babe?" I looked at him, questioning his sanity. "You're reciting the whole movie," He laughed, showing me a recording he must have secretly done of me reciting every character's lines. I blushed in embarrassment. "What can I say, I love these movies. Also, I'm an actress. I can't help it," I kissed his cheek, trying to end the conversation. He paused the movie and looked into my eyes. His eyes were beautiful, it was hard not to think of green grass meeting the ocean every time you look into them. "I love you," He stated biting his lip. This lip bite was a nervous one. I've been noticing the difference here lately. My stomach fluttered with butterflies. I reached for the remote, smiling, "Come on, babe, play the movie." He furrowed his brows and his expression went confused. "When you said it back in the hospital... did you mean it? Or were you pittying me? Gallaghers don't take pity," He asked stuffing the remote into his pants. As if I wouldn't grab it. I got the hint though. He wasn't letting me watch the movie until I answered. 

He knew me well enough to know I don't express my feelings. Hell, I've never had feelings like this to express before. I wasn't used to saying how I felt because of that. I didn't think I'd have to tell him everytime he told me he loved me. 

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Author's note

So, i'm going to start updating this more frequently. I've been really busy and have a bad habit of working on new stories than the best ones. speaking of, holy MOTHER OF GOD 50K ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I WOULD OF NEVER IMAGINED THIS STORY EVEN REACHING 100 READS LET ALONE 50 FUCKING THOUSAND.  I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH. THANK YOU! 

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~Delilah B. xx