Voodoo Doll

Chapter 74

Luke

I felt someone yank my arm back, and I almost immediantly started to shout, but the other person beat me to it.

"Luke!" They pleaded. "Luke please stop!"

Carson.

My hands drop limply at my sides, yet my hands were stilled curled into tight fists.

"Dick.' I muttered.

Carson stared at me. A look of amusement on her face.

"You can't stop trying to f**k my life up, can you?"

I was speechless. I start to shake my head, but she kept going.

"You act like you f**king care, but hell, you don't!"

I gave her blank stare.

"No Luke." She spat. "Your the dick."

And then she turned and ran.

A wave of anger consumed me as I turned towards Harry, eyes narrowing.

"THIS IS YOUR FALUT!" I shouted, shoving him back as hard as I could. "I HATE YOU!"

He let out a cry as he tripped, going backwards, his hands fumbling for something to hold him up,

but it only resulted in him slightly twisting his wrist in a weird way and landing on it wrong.

I winced as he yelped, only to stand up clutching it.

He glared at me before shoving me back with all his might.

Which was stronger than mine.

I went flying back into the wall, my head slamming into it.

I let out a cry, landing hard on my butt.

I slowly stood up, clutching my head.

Harry clutched his wrist as we stared.

And then he slammed the door shut.

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Carson

I have the dream.

The same one I had 2 nights ago.

"Mom?" I called, stepping inside.

I was only twelve.

A glass bottle came at me, full force, smashing against the wall.

Jumping, I walked towards the direction the bottle came from.

I heard yelling, and then an odd noise and the sound of a smashing a bottle.

The yelling get louder as I walked into the room.

Another glass bottle was hurled at me, and pieces of glass showered on top of me.

"Mom?" I whispered looking up.

She was clutching my brothers shirt collar, screaming into his face.

Glass bottles lay all around her.

I slowly move towards them, until my mother finally grabs me and pull me to her.

"Mom?" My voice squeaked.

"Shut up!" She spat. "Shut up you bitch!"

I winced.

She grabbed a glass bottle,'holding it over me, ready to smash it down on my head,