Elijah
I got dress in a black T shirt, dark washed jeans, and my vans. I did my makeup and curled my weave.
I wasn't going to put any makeup on because you know, what's the point? Carter already knows my alcoholic/abusive father rapes me, I think my makeup free face is the least of my worries. But after the park I'm going to Theadora's house where Kayson is now.
I made the boys pancakes for breakfast and I had a peanut butter banana smoothie, then I took Kayson to Thea's house and Carter to get he's car then I came back home, where I am now preparing to meet Carter at the park.
I honestly didn't want to leave Kayson at the Anderson's by himself because we actually don't know them that well but Kayson begged me, harder than he has for anything in a while so I let his puppy dog eyes win me over. Plus I'm not gonna be at the park for that long, well I don't plan to be. So I'll be at the Anderson's in no time.
All I gotta do is talk Carter into not going to the authorities then we Gucci. We good. We fine. We coo.
I grabbed my headphones, phone, keys and wallet before making my way to the garage and eventually to the park.
I didn't want to be going to the park right now but who could I be mad at other than myself. This is my fault after all. I put Kayson in jeopardy the moment I walked through that door with Carter. I didn't even think about what would happen if Carter witness my dad in his act. I didn't think about how my dad would react if he sees Carter.
Now I'm dreading his return, more than ever before. I don't know what he's going to do to me. I mean Carter punched him in the face, three times, because of me. I wasn't being smart. I wasn't thinking logically. I put myself in danger, Kayson in danger, Carter in danger. I did more harm than helping and now I've gotta fix it the best I can.
When I arrived at the park Carter wasn't there yet so I sat on the bench closest to the lake and put my headphones in.
I couldn't help but wonder how much Carter actually remembers from last night. I've never been drunk before but Carter seemed to be the furthest thing from hungover this morning.
I actually planned on waking him up to pain killers and bottled water but the man was up punching people like hulk in his underwear before I could do anything of the sort.
I'm sure he's feeling the actuality of his break up now. The image of him crying on my shoulder clouded my thoughts and made my heart sadden. Poor Carter. The fact that he found out by walking in on his girlfriend getting frisky only adds salt to the wound.
That thought was interrupted by a present Carter, who's face was mostly covered by an expensive looking camera he had pointed at me.
I squinted suspiciously at the lens, slowly bobbing my head to the music flowing into my ears.
What is this fool doing now?
He said something but I couldn't hear it due to the volume of the music pouring through my headphones. "What?" I asked, not removing them.
His lips moved and I'm sure words were coming out but all I was hearing was the sound of Sabrina Claudio's voice.
"What?..I can't...I can't hear you."
My lips split into a smile as I watched him move the camera from his face and slowly become frustrated.
"I'm sorry what? What?! I can't hea-"
"You're so damn extra....." His deep voice vibrated in sound waves through my ears as he removed my headphones. "..cute."
I raised my eyebrows, and tilted my head towards him teasingly. "What was that last part?"
