THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

33: The Promise.

CARL'S POV

Worry gnawed at my insides as I waited for the door to be opened. I swiftly typed a text on my phone and sent it. Three other texts followed but there was no reply. Worst case scenarios played in my mind like a theatrical performance on Broadway. I shook my head, along with the thoughts as I pressed the doorbell repetitively, nerviness gobbling my senses.

"Jeez, chill. I'm coming." Relief splattered on me when I heard his voice. The door flew open to expose his form. "Carlito...what are you doing here?" Surprise was painted on his face. I didn't miss the puffiness of his eyes or the redness of his nose and abrasiveness of his voice.

"You texted me, remember." I riposted, my eyes examining him like a specimen on a microscope slide.

"I did?" He quizzed. A stench of whiskey emanated from a gust of his breath.

"Yes. Told me that something happened and you needed me, so I came. Are you going to let me in or?"

"Sure. Come in." He stated, granting me entry into the mansion.

"When I got your text, I was worried that something really bad happened to you. I called and texted but you weren't picking up or replying to my texts." I acknowledged.

"Nothing happened, Carlito. As you can see, I am perfectly fine." He retorted, avoiding my gaze. "You hungry?" He changed the topic then before I could answer, he started heading to the kitchen. Something about his walking style had changed. My fear was confirmed when my eyes landed on fresh cuts on both his legs.

"My God! Gav, your legs." I rushed to him, shock and fear brimming in my being.

"Nothing." He dusted off my concern.

"It doesn't look like nothing. Your legs have bruises which could get infected. I'll go get the first aid kit..."

"No. I don't need you or anyone else pretending to care for me, Carlito." He hurled, his jaw tightening with each syllable.

"Okay Gavin, what the fuck is going on with you? A few minutes ago, you texted and called severally saying that you needed me. Now that I am here, you are throwing tantrums and acting like a real piece of shit." I addressed him, annoyance bubbling inside me like a geyser.

"The texts were a mistake. I don't need you or anyone else. I am fucking better off alone, got it?" Tears that had choked his eyes began cascading his cheeks. He grabbed a vegetable knife from the cutlery basket and began dicing carrots.

"Gav, I don't understand what is going on right now." I swallowed a painful lump that had formed in my throat. A lump that had resulted from his declaration.

"What is hard to understand? That I never fucking needed you in the first place? I think it's pretty fucking clear." He spat the venomous words which rendered my heart lifeless.

"You are joking right?" The situation was far from humorous but somehow I couldn't control a chuckle that skated from my pharynx.

"I have never been serious my whole life, Carlito. I don't need you... I never fucking did." His confession pierced through my heart, inflicting immense pain which pricked my lachrymal glands resulting in a familiar hot liquid which vamoosed from my eyes.

"Gavin...why are you saying this? Did I do something wrong?" Sniffles sped past my trembling lips as hot tears scalded my cheeks.

"No. I am the one on the wrong for thinking that you were special. But you aren't. You are just like everyone else. You just want to use me like everyone else. You don't care about me Carlito. Nobody cares about me....not even my own mother." He broke down, his body shaking as loud sobs departed his mouth. He mentioned his mother, did all this have to do with her? Did she do something to hurt him?