Luis was right, I wasn't safe.
I was walking out from getting myself some new make up products.
"So, all alone are we?"
It wasn't even two days after I was put into the Carters care, he came for me.
"Luis, what do you want? Something is terribly wrong with you." I say.
I have my phone out ready to call 911.
He comes towards me, and shoves me against the car.
He begins to choke me, and I stumble on my words.
"911, what's your emergency"
He looks at the phone, and chunks it across the parking lot.
"Please...uhh....stop."
Then he stops, and looks at me.
"Come home, Carson. I'll take classes. Please."
I cry, and yell, "no, hell no! You just choked me, and threw my phone across the parking lot. You broke three of my ribs. Just leave me alone, please" I cried and begged.
Just on the right timing, Mr. Carter and his deputies show up.
"Luis Martinez, you're under the arrest for domestic violence."
He clenches his jaws, "This won't be the last time...Carson."
He shot me a smirk.
I want to leave town. I want to get out of this town and go home.
Home, it was such a funny word.
Dj texts me.
Dj😍❤: hey, are you alright? My dad's taking another step, and he's having a restraining order put on him. I'll meet you at home loves.
Me: of course baby.
I drive slowly to Dj's and I see Mr. Carter talking to him.
"Good, she's home." Mr. Carter says.
I sit down and sigh, "I don't know what to do anymore."
Mr. Carter nods at Dj, and he leaves the room.
I watch Dj walk out of the room.
"Carson, he has a restraining order on him. If he comes even 500 feet of you, he will be arrested. This time he will go straight to prison."
I cry, "Thank you, thank you so much!" I hug him.
After that, I went up to talk to Dj.
He pats the space beside him, and I lay down.
"I'm broken, Dj. He Broke my outlook on life."
He did. Luis broke my strength. He broke my happiness. I have to just hope for the best. I have to be stronger than I was before He broke me.
"Car, I'll pick up your broken pieces, and stitch them together. I've got you shawty."
We fall asleep in each other's arms, and sleep until our alarm wakes us.
I hope they change his class schedule, on my behalf.
I hope he gets to keep his classes, but take them at a different time than me.
I can only hope.
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He Broke me
Action"Please Carson, don't leave me." He begged me "I'm sorry, I hate you." I softly say. Carson Brooks, a 16 year old girl living on her own. Her parents died when she was only 14, and she had been living off of their money for four years. They had bee...
