Existential Crisis

Chapter 1

CARTER'S P.O.V

"CARTER GET THE FUCK UP!!!!!" A male voice called for me. Right, that would be my father. I lazily flailed my arms around my bed before sitting up. I rubbed sleep out of my eyes and sighed.
"Thanks for the wake up call Arnold." I muttered grumpily.
I looked to my window to find that the sun was barely up and fell right back onto my pillow.
"I WON'T TELL YOU AGAIN!!"
"IM COMING!! Geez, who shoved the stick up your ass?" I retorted, mumbling the ending to myself.
"What was that!?!?" He called back. I jumped out of bed.
"NOTHING!!" I saved myself from a beating and quickly grabbed a black t shirt with some light ripped jeans and laced up my black hightop converse. I ran to the bathroom to wash up. I then messily pulled my dark waves of hair into a pony tail, and of course my annoying bangs would stick out and block my already half bad vision. Before rushing down the stairs of the large house, I picked up my phone, iPod and earplugs, then I exited my room and met Arnold in the kitchen.
"Great you finally got your ass down the damn stairs." He mused. I rolled my eyes as I searched the cabinets for some cereal.
"Ooh bad words to scare me off, nice try Arnold." I sarcastically retorted as I poured Cheerios into a bowl followed my milk. I grabbed a spoon and sat down.
"Don't call me Arnold! I'm your father and you call me that!" He scolded, but couldn't really give a fuck.
"You are no father to me!" I spit back. He only scoffed and it was silent.
After a while I broke the silence.
"So what was so important that you had to get me up at fucking five in the morning?"
"We're going out." He announced.
"Where?"
"Out." He simply answered. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, of course how could I be so stupid?" I mocked. He didn't answer, only groaned in annoyance.
I finished up my breakfast and put the bowl in the sink, then walked off.
"Where are you going?" He questioned.
"To hell." I replied and continued walking upstairs to my room. I received not come back at all, but I didn't care. I stalked into my room and picked up a backpack. I stuffed a few clothes, a tooth brush and tooth paste and some other things I might need into it. He won't tell me where we're going so just in case he abandons me in the middle of a deserted parking lot I can survive off of something. I sighed and threw the bag on my back.
"WE'RE LEAVING!!!!!!!! GET DOWN HERE!!!" Arnold called for me from down stairs. Ha! can't do anything about me calling you Arnold in my head!
"COMING!!!" I called back as I left my room, a ghost of a smirk painted on my lips when I got down stairs.
"What are you smirking about?" He asked bitterly.
"That." I pointed to the window and as stupid as it sounded he turned to look at a window. I held in a laugh.He then turned back around with a scowl in his face. I bit my tongue.
"Get out the door and in the fucking truck." He growled.
"Alright." I walked around him a opened the door to be greeted by a chilly morning breeze. I kept walking until I stopped at a large black pickup truck with monster truck wheels. I opened the door and got inside and shut the door, followed by Arnold. He grumpily sighed and shoved the key into the ignition. The truck then roared to life. I buckled up and propped my head onto my elbow which rested on the door handle and stared out the window. It was a little to silent and peaceful for my liking so I broke the awkward silence.
"So you aren't telling me where we're going?"
He completely ignored my question so I decided to keep talking.
"Nothing?... Come on old man... anything?..."
He groaned and kept his eyes in the road.
"Does Arnold have his panties in a twist?" I asked in a taunting voice.
Suddenly we swerved, resulting in me hitting the window with my head painfully, and then we care to a halt, that causing me to jolt back. I groaned in pain from my throbbing head.
"Why'd we stop?" I asked confusingly.
"Get your head outta the clouds and pay attention." He scolded. My head was still trying to catch on to what was happening. I finally reacted when the door that I was leaning on was opened and I didn't fall three feet off the truck because of my seat belt.
"Jesus Christ." muttered as I got up in my seat and unbuckled my seat belt. I hopped off the truck and slammed the door shut.
"Yay field trip to your job! couldn't have thought of a better place to spend my Friday morning." I sarcastically mocked. He only shot me a dirty look. I decided to shut myself up before I got a beating. I hung my head low as we neared the large warehouse, also known as Arnold's job. We entered the building and even at six in the morning, the place was busy.
"Okay you do your thing and I'll be leaving now." I made an attempted to escape but he caught my wrist. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"I'm not here to work, I'm here to get some stuff for our trip." He explained dragging me along.
"Trip?" I furrowed my brow.
"Yes."
"To where?"
"Somewhere." His voice sounded sinister, evil laced in it. I already felt the uneasiness. I don't like these surprise trip of his.
"Ughh... " I complained.
"Shut the hell up. Come on." He harshly grabbed ahold of my forearm and pulled me behind him. I had no idea where we were going but at this point I know I can't get out of it. We neared a counter that was big enough for the Supreme Court, yet there was only one boy sitting at it, and he looked half asleep. His dark her was messily sticking up, his eyes were slowly fluttering closed and his mouth was slightly parted, his head was propped up on both his elbows and was slipping out if his palms. And actually, we're approaching him.
"Dan. No sleeping on the job!"Arnold shouted at the stressed looking guy. His head collided with the counter before it jolted upwards quickly.
"Sorry... wait who are you?" He seemed confused. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm your co-worker, rookie." Arnold informed him.
So he's new.
"Oh, well my dad's your boss, so I have permission to sleep if I'm tired." The guy, who I remember being Dan, retorted.
"Okay smartass, where's the bait?" My dad tested.
Wait, bait? What the hell do we need bait?
"Uhhh..." He hesitated for a while, looking around the warehouse and scratching the back of his neck. "They're towards the back of the warehouse." He gave us the directions to the bait. Arnold gave Dan a hard look before turning and tugging me along.
"I'll be back kid." He warned. There was no response. We stalked towards the back of the large market.
"Ah damn it!" I flinched at the sudden anger out burst from Arnold.
"What?" I turned to look at him.
"That fucking kid gave me the wrong directions."
"No need to over react old man. what do we need bait for anyways?"
"Our trip." He simply answered.
I sighed and shrugged it off. My eyes wandered to the other side of the aisle. I scanned the wall of delicious-looking foods that I have never in my life tried.
"Can we leave?"
"Yeah. whatever there will probably be bait over there."
I didn't even bother asked where, I knew he wouldn't tell me. He grabbed my forearm and we sped to the exit. Before leaving I caught a glimpse of a familiar face. There were dark eyes and had piercingly on both ears, in was Dan.
"Get in the truck!" Arnold pulled me out of a daze and I realized I was standing in front of the door to the truck. I opened it and hopped in. He started the truck and we drove off.

The drive went on uneventfully and awfully quiet. I kept noticing a ghost of a smirk in Arnold's face he seemed sinister. I was actually a little nervous, he never acted like that. Sure he abused me at times, sure he was bipolar, sure he was always mostly mad at me, but never would he act this way.
"Will you tell m-"
He cut me off with a sudden halt.
"We're here." He announced, evil lingering in his tone.
"Sweet. Where are we though?" I swiftly turned my head to the window. I felt paralyzed, fear arose throughout me, I felt like crying, throwing up and dying all at once. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"W-why a-are we h-here?" I stuttered.
"For fun." He smirked evilly.
"N-no." I looked away from the sight, I couldn't stand looking at it anymore.
"Aww, come on. You afraid of a little ocean? Lets go." He taunted as he got off the car. He shut the door and was coming after mine. I locked the door.
"Carter get your ass down here!!!!" He shouted from outside. I could hear him trying to open the door.
"No!"
"CARTER GET OUT!! DONT MAKE ME DRAG YOU OUT NY YOUR FUCKING HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!" He threatened.
"NO!!! I DONT WANT TO!!!!!!!!!" I cried loudly. I buried my head in my hands and let all the painful memories flood my head.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!" He was banging in the door. The idiot left the keys in the car.
I didn't respond.
Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal and angry looking Arnold. He was red in the face and more than six veins looked like they might pop out of his neck. He grabbed my ponytail and yanked me out. This I didn't have my seat belt to save me. I roughly collided with the sandy ground. I held my head in pain.
"YOU'RE GETTING IN THE DAMN BOAT IF I HAVE TO THROW YOU ON MYSELF!!!"
"WHY LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!"
"YOU WATCH YOUR ATTITUDE YOUNG LADY!!!" And with that a punch flew to my mouth. I held my bleeding jaw but stood up.
"Whatever." I hung my head as he grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it tightly. I winced lowly as I limped by his side, because I had no other choice really.
We neared to ocean and I could smell it. I disliked the ocean- disliked is not strong enough really- I totally HATED the ocean.
"I don't want to be here." I complained. It hurt to speak because of my throbbing jaw. He squeezed my shoulder tighter. I hissed in pain.
"I DONT GIVE A FUCK WHERE YOU WANNA BE!" At this point I was flinching at his words.
Does no one see the crazy man hitting the defenseless girl?

Before I knew it we were standing on the wooden dock with a small boat in front of me. Arnold was waiting for me to get on but I won't be getting on. I stared at it shakily. I pursed my lips even though any mouth movement hurt me. He was glaring at me harshly.
"Get on. now." He growled.
"I don't want to." I whispered.
"GET ON!!!!!" He shouted before grabbing my arm again and forcing me onto it. He threw me on board. I curled myself into a ball, my body shaking. I couldn't deal with the ocean at the moment or at any moment.
"Good girl." He mocked as e followed behind.
The boat was pretty big and from where he was he wouldn't be able to see me. A plan was forming in my head. An escape plan. I still have my backpack so why not? He climbed up to the steering room and left me down there as a wreck. I noticed the life rafts to my right. Soon we were a fair distance from the dock. I did what I had to do and released the raft into the water. I stared at the water for a scared second before jumping off the boat. I successfully landed inside and I was to overwhelmed to do a victory dance. There were paddles to the side, I grabbed them and quickly began to paddle for the dock. I looked back and saw that he seemed to be searching the boat for me. I paddled faster. Then I could hear the screams of my name. They were Arnold's, but I kept going.

Finally I reached the dock. I jumped out and left the raft and the paddles there. I then broke out into a sprint, running for my life. The ocean was soon left behind and I was back in town. Some things looked familiar but I had no idea where to go or what to do. In my rush of running and the tears in my eyes blurring my already terrible vision and the overwhelming feeling of being so close to the ocean I couldn't figure where I was. I was suddenly stopped. I had bumped into something and tumbles to the ground roughly. Whatever I had bumped into had fallen over me and it was quite heavy. I struggled to get out from under the heavy object but soon realized I hadn't hit something, but a someone. He looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. He raised hisself on his arms, hovering above me and putting me in a very awkward position. I stared at him and his face came to me.
"Dan?"

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A/N:
Hello Internet!
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~NAT