All That We Are...

Chapter 29

Carter

"Sounds like she stopped banging on the door." Henley's voice says as I look over at her. She pulls a black floral printed dress over her head and it sways above her knees. Her skin is still red from the sun yesterday, she keeps telling me it doesn't hurt but with the amount of lotion she put on it just a few minutes ago tells me it does. Letting her damp hair fall out of the towel she tosses it with her hands then turns to see me watching her. The smile that spreads across her face causes me to close the distance between us. Lifting her up under the arms I place her on the dresser while standing between her legs. Resting both hands right beside her thighs my face is inches from here.

"You smell good." I tell her as I take in her sweet scent.

"Carter. You didn't even hear what I said." She giggles through her words and places her hands on my chest.

"No love I didn't." I run my lips down her face to her neck and back up again, across her lips then down the other side of her neck.

"I said I wonder if my dads talking to her because she's not outside making ruckus." I rest my head on her shoulder when she mentions her mom.

That woman is that last person I want to think about right now. Henley looks just like her mother except she is older, a huge bitch, rude and I have no respect for her which I made sure to tell her last night. It's hard to believe that she is the mother of the person I love, it took a lot out of me to not let Henley bitch slap the shit out of her but she would of regretted it later on, once she thought it through. In a serious fucked up way everything her mother's done has been done out of love, I hope someday Henley sees that and will forgive her mother. For now I will let her freak out, demand for answers and be there when she needs me, I'm not going anywhere.

"Mm I don't feel like talking about Cynthia." I tell her.

"Carter I'm sorry. If this bothers you that I'm being mean about this situation. I know you and everyone else would be fortunate to have what I still have. I need to cope with all of this, take it all in. Once I figure all of this out I'll be grateful." Her voice fades out towards the end.

"You do not need to apologize. My mother died before any of this, there was nothing I could of done to prevent it. Sure it bothers me, but not for the reason you think it does. She hurt you babe and I won't allow it anymore. I know she's your mother but I won't bite my tongue around her. Unless of course you asked me too. Then I would stop because I don't want to make things worse for you." She wraps her arms around my neck and I wrap mine around her waist pulling her closer to me.

"I would never ask you to stop. I trust you with all I have." I start to tell her I trust her too. That I have never trusted anyone until I met her but we get interrupted by a knock on the door. Before we can say anything Max storms through.

"Max what's wrong?" Henley pushes me back while hoping down and walks to her brother who looks like he is going to tare someone's face off.

"She's packing her shit. She is fucking going with her. To, to this refugee place that apparently is safe. She thinks it for the best that she is ready to fell safe again. I don't make her safe? I guess not even though everything I have done is all for her, ever dentally she can't see that." Whatever he is saying makes absolutely no sense to me. I'm assuming he is talking about Gabby considering she is not here with him. A refugee though? What is that suppose to mean.

"Max. Here sit down. I have no clue what you are talking about you're not making sense to me." Good I'm glad Henley feels the same. Max sits down on the bed, resting his head in his hands. Taking in a deep breathe he looks at his sister as they now are pretty much eye to eye as she stands before him.