The Bad Boy [Carter Reynolds]

The bad boy (18)

I walked in and smiled to myself, I close the door after me, leaning against it. I can't stop thinking about him, how mad and annoyed he makes me, how he can't stop keeping me from blushing, how he's always around me, and I end up, somehow getting stuck with him.

It's so frustrating, but I seem to get used to it. All the worrying about Tiffany have seem to faded.

I were about to slip my shoes off until I heard familiar whispering and voices, inside. The voice sounded so familiar that it didn't even took a minute to pull my shoes off. I just ran straight in when I was sure who was visiting. It can't be--

There they were. My mom sitting in the table with some guy. His back were facing me so I wasn't sure who it was. But I clearly recognized his voice from the hall.

Confusion and anger builds up in me when I see my moms expression when she sees me. Her eyes widen in shock like she didn't expect me to come home so early.

"Mason, what are you doing here so early?" She asks obviously shocked, standing up from the chair making a big noise around the house. She makes her way fast over to me, and tried to pushed me out. But I didn't move, my eyes were locked on the table, and the back of the familiar man.

"W-who is that?" I stuttered, feeling the tears starts to drip down my cheeks.

"Nobody..go upstairs, okay?" She said with a bit of sympathy, trying to make me leave but I couldn't. I had to see his face.

"No! Is that?! It can't be" I say clearly, desperate to know.

"It's not him" she panicked and lied.

"Yes it is!" I almost shout.

"Why are you lying mom?!" I shout, feeling the tears finally roll down my cheeks. This feeling. I have always been afraid of getting this feeling again.

"No! I told you to go upstairs!" She shout stressed, clearly annoying with me.

That's when it happened. He stands up from the table, the chair echoing around the house. His back turns around and it was like I feared.

"Dad!?" I sobbed, crying.

"W-what are you d-doing he---?" I stuttered, feeling weak and hopeless.

"I told you to go upstairs!" My mom finally screams to me, and it only made me cry more. He haven't change a bit when I took in all his features. The dark hair, his body, everything. He had a expression, I couldn't read but he didn't looked so glad to see me.

But there is something behind both of their expression that tells me that there is more going on in here, more that their not telling me.

"No! Why is dad here?! What are you not telling me!?" I say, stepping back a bit. They both stared at me like I was some kind of freak, and I felt really lost right now. My head were spinning in confusion as I took steps slowly backwards. I felt like throwing up.

"Honey, please don't do this?" She says, stepping slowly towards me so I wouldn't panic.

"I-I think.. I need to go" I say breathily, and run out hearing my mom shout at me, but I ignored it. I couldn't bare to be there anymore. It was like being trapped in a room with no air.

I sigh in relief when I see Carter's car, still parked on our parking lot. I saw him were about to start the car until he noticed me and immediently got out.

The rain were pouring as fast as my tears, making me soaked wet. My makeup was probably all smudged out, but I couldn't care less.

"Maggie! What happened?!" He shout when he got out of the car, his left hands were over his head to keep him from getting wet, as he run fast towards me.

I move my body slowly and then faster, until I was already running down the staircase to Carter embrace, sobbing in his hoody.

"Take me somewhere, I don't want to be here" I sobbed, keeping my arms tightly around him. He nodded, as he hugged me back comforting me, even tough he had no idea of what happened.

A safe and relaxing feeling runs through my body as I feel Carter's arms, holding me tightly.

"Let's go" he whispers, still rubbing his arms, up and down my back, comforting me.