"Just Friends"

2- This Isn't Dr. Phil

Chapter 2- This Isn't Dr. Phil

I met Carter's father Mark and his little sister Lucy. She was a cutie. It was past her bedtime, so she was running around in these cute princess pajamas. Mrs Adams suggested that me and mr cocky should go up to his room to get to know each other better. She even gave us a few bottles of beer. Why can't my mom be more like her? She was so chill and funny. 

So here we were, in his room, drinking beer on the floor. He currently only had a bed in here, and the rest of the room was filled with boxes. 

"So tell me a little bit about yourself" he started and took a sip from his beer. 

"Well, my name is Prue, I'm-"

"Prudence" he corrected. I rolled my eyes. "I'm quite an outgoing girl, sophisticated if I must say so myself. I was born here in Washington so I grew up here. I'm an only child so I'm labeled as spoiled by people who don't like me, and yeah. There's not much to tell, I'm in love with books and movies, and that's about it" I shrugged and took a sip of my almost empty beer. 

"Do you have any talents?" He asked. 

"Well, I'm sarcastic, Ironic, I might be funny at times, and oh! I play volleyball pretty well" I smiled. He laughed at me. 

The door opened, and Mrs Adams' head popped in through the door. "Everything okay in here?" she smiled. "Everything's fine mom" he smiled. I can tell he really loves his mother. I just hate when guys are rude to their parents just to seem cool. Let me just tell you, it's not. 

"Want more beer?" I raised my eyebrows. She already gave us a six-pac that we haven't even finished, ans she's asking us if we want more? Does she know that it's thursday? 

"No thanks mom, we're good." She closed the door again. "Isn't that annoying?" 

"What?" 

"That your mom comes into your room all the time?" I furrowed my eyebrows. I'm all for privacy, so maybe that's why I think it's weird. 

"Not really. Doesn't your mom come into your room sometimes?," I shook my head. "Ever?" he asked. I shook my head once again.

"No, never. Not anymore" I said as I opened a new can of beer. "What do you mean 'not anymore'?" he asked me. I shrugged. 

"She stopped after my dad left" I said casually. Carter looked like he wanted to ask me what happened, but didn't. So I told him. 

"When I was about 11, he decided that he didn't want to be a father anymore, so he left. He was a man who never grew up. I don't know where he is, and frankly I don't give a damn. He's tried to contact me several times, but stopped when he realised that I didn't want anything to do with him"

That's why mom sent me over to Mr and Mrs Miller when I was eleven. While I was there, she was at home crying her eyes out. It was really sad to watch, especially when I could see that she was broken, her bloodshot, swollen eyes, her tired face and her slumped posture. I asked her every day if she was fine, and every single time she would tell me yes. But I knew she wasn't. I knew, that what dad had done broke her completely inside, and I will never forget him for that.