Apples

Chapter o4

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alright i am truely exhausted because i had a really long day at school, so mind all the grammar mistakes! thanks and enjoy!:)
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Bang, bang, bang.

Ring, ring, ring.

Caller I.D.: Carter Hays.

I knew Carter would somehow try to communicate with me, considoring what happened, but I didn't think that he would try contacting me so soon, and I definitly did not expect him to call me. Did I give him my number for one of our chem. projects? Did he ask someone for it?

Oh God.

I bit my lip, unsure whether I should pick up the phone or not.

Here him out, A small voice in the back of my head told me. Oh god, I'm going crazy.

Slowly, I picked up the phone. I tried to act strong, but my voice betrayed me.

"Hello?" My scratchy voice answered.

"Piper? Hi, its me, Carter."

"Hi." Im totally great at acting. Note the sarcasm.

"I was going to say sorry, but its best not over the phone. Do you think you can meet me at The Brews?"

I cleared my throat.

"Meet you there in five minutes?"

I could practically hear his smile through the phone. "Perfect."

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I got to The Brews coffee shop several minutes early, and I checked my phone for the time.

3:24

I chose to walk around the small but cute town, deciding that I would be fashionably late, even though I was only wearing a black down coat, a Pink sweatshirt, a pair of jeans, my converse, and holding my wallet.

Peering through the small shops, I noticed that some stores were getting ready for Christmas.

I smiled, but happiness turned upside down as I realized that my parents would be in Malibu for a 'work trip', meaning that they would leave Ryder and me alone for Christmas. Again.

Checking my phone, I realized that fashioably late was a bit too late.

I turned around and walked to the small coffee shop at the corner. When I opened the door, warm air immediately rushed to my body. Only now did I realize that the cold winter air had gotten to me.

Spotting Carter, I took off my jacket and slide into the booth.

He looked up from his phone and cracked a smile.

"I got you a hot chocolate," He said, pushing a navy blue mug with dark, creamy liquid inside, to me.

"Thanks," I said, taking a sip of it, warming my body up even more.

We sat in akward silence for a while, unsure of what to say. Finally, Carter broke the ice.

"Look, I'm really sorry about the other day, I know it was none of my buisness. I just- I wanted to help you."

I looked up into his stormy grey eyes.

"Maybe im too broken to be fixed." I whispered.

" I know, but I-"

"Carter, you dont need to worry about me. I'm fine."

I placed my hand right above his wrist, and he immediatly flinched.

I skeptically looked at him. I could tell that he did not flinch because of a sudden act of affection, but was something else . . .

"Carter . . . " I pushed up his grey sleeve, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Black and blue colors covered most of his forearm, and a cut was found above his elbow. I looked around the shop, only seeing an elderly couple a few booths away.

"What happened?" A wave of sympathy fell over me. I dont think this was some sort of gang jumping him in an alley. No, this was much worse.

"My dad," he began, his voice cracking. "I forgot to wash a dish. He was drunk . . . Its not a big deal. It's my fault, anyways . . ."

All I wanted to do right now was give him a big hug and tell him that everything would be okay. But it clearly wouldn't be.

"Your dad . . . He abuses you?"

He looked away from me. I could see the water lining his eyes.

"Carter," I placed my small hand over his large one. "I can be here for you. We can be here for each other."

He turned to looked at me. Before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. Stunned, I didn't kiss back at first and he began to pull away. And then I kissed him.

Eventually, we both had to break apart for air.

I looked at him, but I didn't see the mysterious arrogant guy that I use to. I saw him as someone like me, someone just as broken as me.

It made my heart swell to think of someone abusing him, none the less his own father. I didn't want him to have to go through that alone. No one should have to. Maybe that was the reason why he so badly wanted to confront me when he saw my scars. He saw someone like him, too.

"I guess that means we both have pretty incompetent parents."

He looked at me, but I saw different in his eyes, something that I couldn't quite pin down. He cracked a smiled, something genuine, and I smiled back- Which was unforced.

"I guess it does."

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901 words strong! each chapter will have more words hopefully, pinky promise:)

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