Carter Bridge.
"Fuck!" I screamed through the house.
"Carter, honey, what's wrong?" My mom asked, approaching me.
"Everything! Everything in my whole fucking life is wrong! I wish it would just end!" I yelled, tears welling in my eyes then finally rolling down my red cheeks.
"What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it." I sniffed.
"Maybe later?" She suggested.
"Maybe." I sighed. My mom nodded and I made my way up into my room, hoping Tate would be there. He was.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Didn't you hear me? I don't want to talk about it, not with you not with no one." I put my bag on the floor and dived onto my bed.
The bed dipped a little and two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me in close.
"You can tell me." Tate whispered.
"I was brutally mocked and beaten by a couple of girls on my way home." I cried.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Exactly what I said." I replied.
"Where did they hurt you?"
"They kicked me in my shins, my ribs, pulled at my hair, violently and stomped all over me." I winced as Tate pulled me in closer.
"They won't bother you anymore. Trust me." He smiled.
"What do you mean?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Just trust me." He said again.
I sighed and before I knew it I had drifted off into a deep sleep.
SHORT IM SORRY.
-Alisha x
