Falling for the 'wrong' girl
Carter Wright and his loving mother have moved to the country side after his father abused them. Carter is fearful for his mother but they learn to deal with the pain.
As Carter starts school at the local high school, he starts to fall for the weirdest girl there. She doesnt have many friends and people are constantly judging her.
Can Carter help her see that there is hope? Or will he end up just like her?
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I smiled broadly as I unpacked the last box in my bedroom.
It was late Sunday afternoon, around 4 o'clock, and the sun was still high in the sky.
Turning to leave, I pause, and listen intently for a few minutes.
No screaming, no sounds of something crashing, no sounds of a slurring voice.
Just the sound of country music blasting in the living room and my mothers voice singing along.
She's.../happy/. I smile again, knowing this is where we belong.
I walked down the hall slowly, toward the living room and just listened to her sing.
I was leaning against the wall when mom noticed me.
"Hello sweetie, is your room unpacked?" Mom asked, cranking the stereo low.
"Yeah, I like it...It's like we were meant to be here. You know?" I replied before plopping down on the couch.
"You're right. We don't have to worry about 'him' anymore." Mom spat out 'him' with such hate that it shocked me.
I simply nodded and waited for mom to crank the music loud again.
She let me choose the music, so i decided to just listen to some oldies.
Summer of 69 came on, and I rushed to my room to grab my guitar.
I smiled and mom sang along with me as I strummed the notes.
It used to me like this, with dad.
Before he lost his job, before he drank, before he became abusive...Back when it was as if I was living a fairy-tale life.
Suddenly, I looked up at mom as she was singing and I knew instantly that she was thinking the same thing as me. A single tear slid down her tan cheek and she wiped it away absent-mindedly.
I pretended not to notice and continued playing.
I wish things could back to normal, back when things made sense.
It was late Sunday afternoon, around 4 o'clock, and the sun was still high in the sky.
Turning to leave, I pause, and listen intently for a few minutes.
No screaming, no sounds of something crashing, no sounds of a slurring voice.
Just the sound of country music blasting in the living room and my mothers voice singing along.
She's.../happy/. I smile again, knowing this is where we belong.
I walked down the hall slowly, toward the living room and just listened to her sing.
I was leaning against the wall when mom noticed me.
"Hello sweetie, is your room unpacked?" Mom asked, cranking the stereo low.
"Yeah, I like it...It's like we were meant to be here. You know?" I replied before plopping down on the couch.
"You're right. We don't have to worry about 'him' anymore." Mom spat out 'him' with such hate that it shocked me.
I simply nodded and waited for mom to crank the music loud again.
She let me choose the music, so i decided to just listen to some oldies.
Summer of 69 came on, and I rushed to my room to grab my guitar.
I smiled and mom sang along with me as I strummed the notes.
It used to me like this, with dad.
Before he lost his job, before he drank, before he became abusive...Back when it was as if I was living a fairy-tale life.
Suddenly, I looked up at mom as she was singing and I knew instantly that she was thinking the same thing as me. A single tear slid down her tan cheek and she wiped it away absent-mindedly.
I pretended not to notice and continued playing.
I wish things could back to normal, back when things made sense.
33 Comments
awesome. itz a good take you have on that
its really good
next plz
kewl! continue ;)
Great story!
very nice next pleas
really good nxt plzz!?
wait, they sleep on the floor?
Just for now, they havent set up their new house yet.
reeally good. next? the dad's a...i wont say it.
Nice!! But justa tell you there's alot of people writing stories about abuse. But I think this will be a good one. :D
I know that alot of people are writing about abuse but this story doesnt circulate around that. The abuse part is the reason that Carter and his mom moved and that is what leads us to the rest of the story. Thanks for the comment ! =]