JAXONS POV
I arrived at Carlee's house at 2:45 on the dot.
Only to walk in her bedroom door to see her on the floor, crying, and.... cutting.
"Carlee, No!!! What the hell happened??" I asked, taking her razor out of her hand.
I couldn't really understand anything except for "Sam," "Shot," and "Dying."
"Oh... Baby, baby, baby, come here," I pulled her into my arms, and held her tight.
"Tell you what; you and I are gonna sleep at my house tonight and we are going to see Sam tomorrow. I promise it will be okay, Baby Girl."
She looked up at me, obviously unable to speak.
"I'll pack your bag." I placed a light kiss on her cheek, picked her up, and placed her on her bed.
I grabbed her drawstring NIKE bag and put the overnight necessities in it.
Her toothbrush, MY sweats that SHE has, her .... em.... undergarments, a sweatshirt because I know how cold she can get, an outfit for tomorrow, yoga pants and a tight but not too tight sweatshirt, her makeup, just in case she needed it, and her phone + phone charger.
"Hey Jaxon??" she whispered from her bed.
"Yes Baby??" I asked rushing to her side.
"I.... Don't leave me..." she cried into my shoulder after pulling herself into my arms.
"Shhhh. I won't and you know that, Carlee. Now, c'mon. My house, here we come."
"Hm, carry me?"
"FIIIIINEEEEEEE," I drew out the word only knowing it would make her smile.
I saw a slight smile and decided that was good enough.
I placed her bag on my shoulders and picked her up, bridal style.
I loved this girl.
I knew it.
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RollerCoaster Ride.
Teen FictionCarlee Hemmeway is just a young girl who has gone through the worst. Self harm, losing her mother, an abusive father, almost losing her best friend. And then a young boy pulls her out of her emotional rollercoaster, only able to go down. Will he tur...
