Regrets || Carly & Danny

He's not Heartless

Brandon,

I know what I did to her was wrong, but it was so addictive, I couldn't help myself. I want to get help and go to rehab, but then again I don't. Today was December 20th, I've almost had Kerry here for over 100 days. She's not really in the media that much anymore, I'm kind of starting to like her as a person and I want her to stay. I know she will never accept me as a person, but I will accept her. I've tried to make her feel more comfortable,  I moved her to a room with a nice bed, a bathroom,  a closet and etc. She has windows in her room and I'm surprised she hasn't tried to sneak out, I'm still not giving her phone back. It was going on 8:00 and I needed to get up. Today was my day off so I was going to make breakfast for Kerry instead of toasted waffles. I stretched while climbing out of my bed, I only had on my pajama pants, no shirt was needed. I grabbed some socks to put on and walked down stairs and turned into my kitchen. I looked in the fridge and I saw some yogurts and bacon. I put the yogurts and bacon on the counter, I grabbed the pancake mix out of the cabinet. Yes I can cook, I can't be a sex addict without knowing how to cook? It took about 10 minutes to make all the pancakes I was making. I put 5 pancakes on each plate with some butter and bacon. I put everything on a big tray I found and walked upstairs to her new room. I knocked on the door.

"Come in I guess.." She said with an attitude. I opened the door and pushed it with my back. "I'm so fucking Dead right now."

"Could you like not? I'm trying to be as nice as possible..I'm trying to make you feel comfortable until you can leave." I stay the tray in front of her on the floor and sat on the opposite of her.

"How can I be nice to a stranger who has raped me multiple times, beat me, and even had friends rape me?"She shouted at me.

"I don't know I'm just sorry, I know now that every thing that I did to you was wrong, but I'm trying I really am. Could you just fake like you like me?" 

".....So where's the juice?" She asked not paying attention to what I just said.

"Oh, I forgot what type of juice do you like?"

"Apple or grape I guess." I got up off the floor and walked downstairs. I looked in the fridge and saw that I had, both grape and apple juice. I checked the unopened apple juice and it was expired, I tossed it in the trash. I check the grape juice and it was perfect. I grabbed two short glasses and ran upstairs.

"I got the grape juice." I said raising the juice up.

"I can see that obviously." She said in an attitude, I kept my anger in. I walked towards her and sat down in my same spot before.

"You can dig in now." I watched her as I cut up my pancakes and poured the syrup on them. She was struggling with cutting and making a mess. " Here." I took her plate and gave her mines. I cut up the pancakes again and poured the syrup on them. As I started digging in her eyes where pierced into mine. "You can eat now." I said nodding my head at her plate.

"Why?"

"Why what?" I gulped my food because we were about to start arguing. I sat my plate on the tray and waited for her to speak.

"Why all of sudden? Is this what you do with all of your married sex slaves? What am I saying? I'm not even married anymore, he's probably off fucking that hoe or something." I saw saddened tears fall from her face. She tilted her head down, I reached across and wiped away her tears.

"To answer your question you weren't a slave I was just going through something. And I've told you why every single day. Also stop thinking the worst about your husband he probably is really worried about you and needs you." I grabbed her plate because she wasn't going to finish her food. She put her head down and tears continued to come down. "Stop crying."

"How you tell someone who's heart has been ripped out to stop crying? Who the hell are you?" She stood up and pushed me put of the door. I stood there and she slammed the door on my face.

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Kerry,

"Hello? Daniel!"

"Who is this?"

"It's Kerry."

"Really Kerry? Did I you think it was a game? Don't ever call me again and we're getting a divorce." He hung up. I could tell he was angry by his voice. I just stood there as tears fell from my face. He didn't even care about me, I don't want a divorce. I don't  are if he cheated I want to work things out, I still love him. I wiped my tears away and didn't the call log and put Brandon's phone back. I ran out of his room quietly and into mines. I'm never getting out of here so I might as well face it. I laid down in my bed and just stared up at the ceiling. I saw a figure in the crack of my door, I got scared a jumped. It was just Brandon he opened the door and walked in with a gun. I got off of my bed to back away.

"You know, I see how you still love your husband and I know he's still out there. They day when we got drunk together I just instantly fell in love. I knew we were going to be together." I listened to his every word with out saying anything.

"But you didn't fall in love with me that kiss didn't mean anything to you, so I did some thinking I mean I'm never going to be able to make you mines. It's always going to be your husband no matter what, and I don't want to be on this earth to see you be with him and not me. Kerry I think I love you." He took the one bullet in his hand and placed it into his gun. He pointed his gun to his head.

"Don't do this it's not worth it."

"Do you love me?"

"No!"

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To be continued