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Post by Cyraus on Jan 13, 2012 20:28:50 GMT -5
With his eyes stinging from fatigue, Alice rubbed them and thought, Longest night of my life. Hearing Carter cackling outside of the vehicle, his left side of his lip rose in a contemptuous snarl. Of course, there was much to laugh at about tonight, like Alice's stupidity in accepted to engage in this "date." He grimaced at the word, wondering whether this could be considered as one despite how frigid it was. He peered outside the car and his discontent became appall when he saw that Carter was shirtless. What do I do- got to go- fucker thinks he can pull something like this. No sooner did Alice pull out his Swiss army knife did he see Carter put his shirt back on. He sat there with his knife as Carter got in at last, dumbfounded. Calming himself down, he put away the knife as Carter went on with starting the car. He wanted to know why Carter took off his shirt for a moment, but he didn't want to talk to him. After riding in a comfortable silence, Alice saw his house right outside the car. Not the one that he indicated the last time Carter dropped him off. Stalker, he thought dramatically, but he was too drained to get upset again. Just as he was shifting his position to leave the car, Carter spoke to him, to Alice's chagrin. He stared at Carter with a blank expression as he answered in the shortest and most indifferent response he could think of, "Mm." Alice left the car and entered his house quickly regardless of his tiredness. Alice's unease was lifted off of him as soon as he shut the door behind him. "Wow," he murmured to himself, "that was weird." In spite of himself, Alice trudged into the kitchen and got himself a bottle of Corona. After creeping upstairs, he sneaked into his bedroom and fell on his mattress with a sigh. He fell asleep before he even opened the beer.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Mar 4, 2012 15:04:45 GMT -5
Carter waved two fingers at Alice's back then drove off with a screech of his tires. Driving home was boring but quiet; something Carter needed to have around more often. However once he pulled himself into his driveway he immediately heard the loud, chipper barks of his lovely wife. He smiled and shut his car door and walked inside. "Oh! I missed you darling! You are back! I thought you'd gone forever! Dearest love let me smother you in kisses and my furry love!" Abbey pounced on her owner as soon as he walked in. He fell to the floor laughing as she slobbered him and he hugged her around her furry neck. "Ok girl. I'm home, I'm home!" He laughed and got up, Abbey loyally following along. "Hi mom! Hi dad!" He called.
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Post by Cyraus on Mar 10, 2012 23:56:17 GMT -5
That morning, despite how late he stayed up, Alice awoke around 6:20, about twenty minutes before his alarm. He swore aloud and turned over in his bed, hoping to muster the most sleep he could get in the next few minutes. After five minutes of sleeplessness, he gave up on it and just lied there, glaring up at the ceiling. He wanted someone to blame so he blamed Carter for making him stay up so late, even though it didn't correlate with his problem. It was at that moment that he felt an urge; an urge that he seldom ever had. Alice closed his eyes, deciding to ignore it, but it stuck around. His eyes darted to the clock and estimated whether he'll have enough time to do it. He had a little less than fifteen minutes; just enough time. After sitting up, he rummaged through his drawer and took out what he was searching for. After squirting a quarter-sized dab of lotion onto his right hand, Alice lied himself down and pulled his boxer shorts off. (Naughty Stuff) The alarm clock sounded and Alice finally released into his hand with a choked out gasp. Huffing, he lied still for a moment to recover from his session. He opened his eyes and reflected back on it. That... he thought cautiously, as if trying to whisper it in a crowded room, was really good. Maybe even the best, as far as I can see. Sighing, he grabbed some tissues and wiped off his hands. The repetitive tone of the alarm clock sounded in his ears once again after going silent for a while. He reached over and turned it off before burying himself in the mattress. As his mind tried to will him out of bed, he thought about the day before. Wait a minute, he said to himself. Yesterday was Friday. Alice abruptly sat up and shouted, "Fuck!"
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Mar 11, 2012 20:25:32 GMT -5
The parents always had a night of movies every friday. They'd stay up until they passed out on eachother. Carter often watched the movies as well but he would end up adventuring outside or go with Jet. He'd go to his room to play video games or get high or drink or all. But tonight he passed by his sleeping parents, covered them with a quilt from Grandma Helen, and retired to his room with Abbey trotting behind. He shut his door, turned on the TV and layed down with only the TV's glow lighting up the room. Abbey curled up on his bed and layed down as well, sighing with content as she was snuggled very close to her lover's feet. Carter tucked one arm under his pillow and closed his eyes, thinking of what a nice Friday it had been. He thought of Alice and chuckled to himself. He had never met a guy so prissy in his whole life. This guy was dressed prissy, talked prissy, and acted prissy. His whole aura was the feeling of 'I'm a snotty brat and I don't care what you think I'm just better than you. So suck my dick.' Carter chuckled again at the last part. Yeah right. He couldn't even imagined someone like Priss sucking cock. Let alone be in a relationship. At that second, Carter actually pitied Alice. What did that kid love? He just seemed so unhappy. Carter opened his eyes, frowning. "This kid...." he whispered, rubbing his face down with one hand. This sudden feeling coursed through his entire being. It was the feeling he needed to make this 'kid' happy. Why he was thinking this, he didn't know. His frown turned into a scowl. He wasn't crushing on someone like Priss was he? He had a boyfriend.... and after all he---- " Yea why you think I gotta tint my whips Cause I be gettin some head, right in my shit You say you love that woman, but that been my bitch And if you kiss that woman, than you suck my dick."Carter ignored Jet's call, knowing the dude was either drunk as shit or so high he couldn't remember his name. But the next second there was a 'BEEP'! and Carter looked at the text message from his boyfriend. "Y u no anser me, boi? I miss ya, babe."Carter groaned. Or the guy was horny and bored... "Srry Im sleeping." he said back. A few seconds...... "Cn I cum ovr? Ill make it worth ur while. <-------3""Too tired. MayB 2morrow." ....... "Fuk u den. Ill go find me a hoe. Night."Carter smirked. He knew he was joking. He just need to pass out and he'd get over it, like normal. Too tired to do anything else, Carter passed out, Abbey already snoring away.
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Post by Cyraus on Mar 12, 2012 20:34:38 GMT -5
((Cater has a pretty well-rounded idea of Alice currently.)) "HELP!" Alice awoke with a start to an excruciatingly loud blood-curdling scream. "Oh my God," he cried as he sat straight up. His head flew back and forth as he tried to look for the source of the horrific sound, but found nothing. He was alone in his room as always. Putting his hand to his chest, he closed his eyes exhaled in shudders. What the hell, he thought in frustration. It sounded as if it was screamed right in my ear. He began pondering about the awful scream. It sounded so despaired, he thought. They might have been crying out for help, but it didn't sound like they expected it. He wondered whether the scream could have come from himself during a nightmare, but shook his head at that. It didn't really sound like his voice very much, but he wasn't sure. A lot of voices sound similar if shouted and he was convinced it was a boy's voice. It was high-pitched, but it didn't sound as shrilly as a girl's would have been. Alice looked over at the clock which read 9:24 and got up. After dressing himself, he walked downstairs and came across Matt in the kitchen. "Hey, Matt," he asked his brother, "did you hear anything this morning?" "Other than you fapping it off?" said Matt with a smirk. Alice stared at him in horror. Oh my God, he heard. Matt looked at his horror-struck brother and laughed, saying, "I'm just kidding, Al. Take a joke!" Thank God, thought Alice along with a sigh of relief. "Hahaha," mocked Alice as he took out two pieces of bread from a loaf, "but seriously. Did you hear... someone scream about... ten minutes ago?" Matt gave Alice a questionable look and said, "Nooo... why, did you?" Sighing, Alice shook his head and said, "I thought I did, but it must've just been a dream." He peered into the cupboard and frowned. "Who ate all the fucking Nutella?" "Hee hee," giggled Matt as he scurried out of the kitchen with a bag of chips hanging from his mouth. Alice's eyes dulled as he muttered, "Asshole." As he sat on the couch and nibbled on his plain bread, he pondered about what he was going to do that day. He didn't feel like staying in his house all day like every other weekend. However, it's not like he had much to do elsewhere. Perhaps he could go to the library and check out a book on his list of- "SOMEBODY!" "Jesus Christ!" cried Alice, cringing at the ear-piercing shriek. His eyes scanned the room for anything unusual, but there was nothing just like before. "Son of a bitch," he muttered below his breath as he got up and pursued Matt upstairs. He opened Matt's door without knocking and found him licking the hazelnut spread off his fingers. Matt put the jar of Nutella behind him and said, "I swear, she means nothing to me." "Did you just hear something?" asked Alice, ignoring his brother's comments. "Anything at all?" "No!" cried Matt. "Now leave us alone!" Alice closed the door and stalked downstairs, very displeased. After hurriedly getting his shoes and coat on, he left his house. Whoever was calling him, Alice wouldn't find him in that house.
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Mar 12, 2012 22:07:05 GMT -5
Carter didn't wake up until 1 pm. The 'rents were at work, Joey probably at a friend's house, so he was alone.... Until he decided he wanted to be outside. He slid on a fresh tshirt but left his jeans on. Packed his smokes, lighter, wallet, and his pocket knife into his pockets. Phone in his hand he shut the front door to his house and started to jog/run to the park, testing Jet to meet him there.
Sure enough, Jet beat him to it and they met under a tree. Jet was dressed in his usual style: his pants below belt baggy jeans with half his boxers showing, baggy shirt with his dogtag necklace, then his turn-sided hat. Not to mention the big diamond buds in his ears. "Yo! Jet my man!" Carter beamed, grasping Jet's hand and briefly hugging him. Jet obliged, "CJ dog. Mmm..... damn you smell good." Carter laughed. "'Dark Temptation' Axe. Supposed ta make ya smell like chocolate." He smiled, showing off his brilliant teeth. Jet smirked and flirtatiously took a quick nip at his boyfriend's neck, making Carter blush. "Mm...chocolate? My favorite babe. But you already taste so good." He winked and playfully nudged Carter. Only after did he lower his voice and whisper, "Hey I got that new stuff from Riggs. Wanna try it out?" He smirked deviously. Carter made an excited clap and a woot and said, "Yo man ya don't hafta ask me twice!" He then took off with his partner to a more private area.
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Post by Cyraus on Mar 12, 2012 22:57:34 GMT -5
It had been nearly three hours since Alice last heard the voice in his house and he hadn't heard it since then. He grabbed a treat and some coffee while he was downtown. Despite the stress of his mission, it was rather nice to just explore his town for a while. He felt a sense of nostalgia as he passed by areas and specific buildings. When he saw the park with the only sandbox, Alice reminisced about the time that he drew a dead man's face in the sand when he was nine years old. His mother was curious to whose face it belonged to and he just pointed to the ghost, which was invisible to her eyes. She got quite upset with him when he argued that he was really there and didn't let him have ice cream afterward when everyone else did. Once he remembered that event, he wasn't in such a good mood anymore. Alice found himself at the school and stared at the tree where Carter and he met up the night before. His eyes caught a glimpse of figures nearby them; when he focused, he saw that it was Carter and his boyfriend. "Fuck," cursed Alice under his breath. Turning away from them, he pulled up his hood and tried to quickly yet casually walk away from them. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought repeatedly. Why the hell do I always- "PLEASE!" This scream pierced him like pins shoved into his ears and he cried out. Alice staggered in his footing, covering his ears with his hands. Before he could even notice that he was in the middle of the street, there was the shriek of tires and a car struck him at the back. He rolled over onto the roof of it and then fell off the side, collapsing onto the pavement on his stomach. For a few moments, Alice thought he was having a dream by how surreal the whole experience was. His conscious slowly regained composure as the stinging pain of his hands, back, and head began. Before Alice rolled over onto his back, the car had pulled over and a guy was now running over to him. Alice was able to get himself up on his feet before he reached him. Still the guy put his hands on his shoulders and kept asking, "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" "Damn voice," was all Alice could say. His head felt very heavy. "I need to sit down." The driver helped him do so and kept asking those questions. "Be quiet, please," asked Alice as he began to breath heavily. The driver obliged, but not without giving Alice a strange look. After a few moments, Alice took out his checkbook and began writing down in it. "What are you doing?" asked the driver. "Look, I think you should go to the hospital just in case-" Alice handed him the check and said, "Two thousand dollars to fix up your car. Sorry for breaking it. I'm going to go home now." Alice slowly raised himself on his feet again, but the driver pursued him, saying, "Wait, man, you could have, like, internal bleeding and stuff. I don't want you to die. I'll drive you to the hospital, please." Alice turned to him with a glowering face and said, "I gave you your money, what else do you want? You only hit me at 20 miles per hour. Now, leave me alone." As Alice turned around and stalked away, the driver stood there dumbfounded but eventually returned to his car. "God," lamented a dazed Alice, rubbing his bloody and scraped hands on his pants, "I hate everything."
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Mar 14, 2012 18:40:30 GMT -5
Just as Carter got Jet in between two buildings for a quick fix did he hear the scream. He blinked and perked his head up towards the sound. ".....the fuck was that?" He asked aloud. Jet waved it off as he lit up a joint. "Dude don't worry, just try this." Carter still looked off towards where he heard the sound, but then he relaxed and took a hit. He heaved in the 'new' stuff into his lungs, and already started feeling it work. His head buzzed, but at least the stuff smelled like black cherries but of course weed as well. It was then he heard the sound of tires screeching and then more ruckus after. He gave the joint to Jet quickly and darted out of their hiding place and straight to where the chaos was. He heard Jet yell, "Dude! What the hell!?" Carter would apologize later, but for now he had to see if he could help. He wondered if the shriek from earlier had anything to do with the crash. As he turned to the street did he see a guy get back in his car whilst other people stood at a walking away, or shuffling away, figure. Carter's heart shot out his chest. "P-Priss?" He questioned. There was no mistake, the prissy outfit, the prissy scowl, the prissy SHUFFLE was all Carter needed to recognize. "PRISS!" He shouted and dashed off, getting to the wounded Alice's side in no time. "Priss! Are you okay? You should go to the hospital. Was that just a hit and run?! That fucker!" He growled and looked over his shoulder to see the car drive off. He glared demons after it. But then his attention was back on Alice. He went in front of him to slow him down and placed his hands onto his shoulders. "Anything broken?" He asked.
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Post by Cyraus on Mar 14, 2012 19:08:01 GMT -5
((Carter doesn't know Alice's real name yet. No worries, I already edited it out.)) Fucking voice almost got me killed, thought Alice rubbing his aching neck and limping his way home. He couldn't feel any distinct pain along his bones as he walked, but when he placed his hand against his back there was a sharp sting on his ribs. Could be fractured... maybe even broken. He put his hand to his forehead and found a small wound that pulsed blood along the side of his face. A drop fell upon his glasses and Alice swore harshly, as if that was a worse affliction than getting hit by the car. As he wiped it off, he thought woefully, Why the hell did I have to leave my house today? Nothing good ever comes from the outside world. Once I'm home, I declare myself an agorophobe. It was then that Alice heard the only recently given nicname "Priss" being called from behind him. As if this day can't get any worse, he said to himself, on the edge of throwing himself into traffice once more. He didn't stop to acknowledge Carter's as he called him and once he appeared to the side Alice kept his gaze ahead. His eyes rose to the ruthless heavens as the delinquent badgered him with questions. He halted his pace when Carter walked in front of him and put his hands on his shoulders. With a perturbed look, he wiped the blood off his forehead and shook it off to the side. "How the fuck should I know?" asked an enraged Alice. "Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I'm not going to a hospital." He pushed passed Carter as he continued, "The driver stopped to check me out, but I sent him away. I'm fine, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing, I'm completly-" "HELP ME!" Alice involuntarily cringed again at the shriek, but looked up at the sky and shouted back in retaliation, "Help yourself, you fucking son of a bitch! You nearly killed me!" He inhaled and exhaled deeply before turning to Carter and asking, "Do you have any booze on you?"
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Mar 14, 2012 19:35:08 GMT -5
(Heh...pretty little head. Awwoooo!)
Pretty little head huh? Normally Carter would be flattered but at the moment his concern was through the sky. Speaking of the sky, Alice was now yelling at it. Carter blinked, a little shocked, but then he narrowed his eyes when the question was asked. Yes, he normally did. He always carried a flask around in his jacket at home. So he shook his head but said nothing and glared again. After ten seconds he bolted forward and took him into his arms bridal style. With a very....very serious face on, Carter started walking towards Jet's car. "JET! LET'S GO!" He yelled. Jet popped his head out from between the buildings and whined. "Say whaaat? Why? Man I'm FUCKED up." Carter angrily put Alice in the back seat and shut the door. He got in the driver's seat and slammed the door, waiting for Jet to run up. When his boyfriend got in, he took off, locking the doors so Alice wouldn't be stupid. Jet glumly yet highly looked over his shoulder at Alice and checked him over. "Who da Princess?" He asked giving a quick 'Sup?' jerk to his head and a wink. Carter looked worried. "That's Priss. The idiot just got hit by a car and now he's hallucinating. We're taking him to the hospital." Jet nodded. "Coo." He was so high he couldn't comprehend what day it was anymore.
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Post by Cyraus on Mar 14, 2012 22:36:45 GMT -5
((ARG! I said Carter doesn't know Alice's real name yet. Don't use it!)) Alice gave Carter a scowl after he rejected that he had any alcohol. "Useless," he muttered under his breath as he turned and continued his way. He released a cry of pain when he was suddenly swiped off of his feet. "Dammit!" shouted Alice, rearing his head back. "That hurts, you fucker!" He tried to writhe, but doing so only made him hurt more. Wrapping his arms around Carter's neck, he dug his fingernails in his back as tears of pain sprang into his eyes. "What are you doing?" he groaned with a grimacing expression. Alice released another moan once he was placed in the car. He leaned against the window, breathing in and out through his clenched teeth. He was beginning to feel nauseous from all his physical distress. I'm surrounded by faggots, he thought as he glared at both Jet and Carter. "Fuck you," he muttered at Jet for calling him "Princess." The fact that he was speaking to a violent, tweaking homo wasn't processing in his head at that moment. His narrowed eyes widened when Carter metnioned the H word. "No, no, no," moaned Alice, too exhaused to shout again. "I can't go to the hospital. I wasn't hallucinating..." He tried to think of an excuse. "I was yelling at God," he said, nearly laughing as he said it. Nonetheless, he wasn't getting through to either of them (not that he expected the other guy to sympathize). I can't go to the hospital, he thought frantically. I can't. Evil. Evil. Evil. You asked for it, assholes. Alice whipped out his Swiss Army Knife, took hold of Carter's chin, and held the blade to his jugular artery. "Pull this mother fucking car over!" he thundered with blazing eyes. "Or I'll hallucinate you into a zombie!"
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 19, 2012 20:56:04 GMT -5
(HOLY GOD. It's been 3 months.) As soon as Carter felt the familiar cold of a blade to his neck, he immediately hit the brake with such force he thought even he might go through the windshield. Despite the risk of his jugular, he still did it and then forcibly grabbed that damned knife that had knicked his neck and turned it on Alice. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU POINTING WEAPONS AT?!" he roared. Jet, meanwhile, was a little dumbfounded from the sudden hit to the face with the dashboard. But then he saw what was happening and burst out into goofy laughter. "Dude you almost died!!!" He was then taken by a fly who had just landed on the window and started poking at it. Car horns honked and Carter pulled over with difficulty, not ever taking his eyes off the kid. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing idiot?" He roared. "Your body is damaged and I'm taking you to the hopital! Got it! Now shut the fuck up and let me take you there!" He then threw the blade out the window.
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 22, 2012 23:34:56 GMT -5
Alice gasped when the car suddenly screeched to a halt and inertia forced him up against the back of the driver's seat. If he hadn't held on to it, he would've pivoted through the seats and into the windshield. During the jolt forward, he instintively recoiled the blade from Carter's throat and put his arm around his neck instead of having the knife pressed against it. Once the car was still, Alice didn't even realize that he lost the knife to Carter until the faggot had it pointing at him as he shouted. Glaring, he sat back and then held his hand out for the knife. "Okay, I'm sorry, can I have my knife back?" he asked blatantly just before the other douche started laughing. God, what an idiot, he thought as he glanced at him. He turned his attention back on Carter just when he began yelling again. Alice just stared vacantly as he reprimanded him, moving his eyes back and forth between Carter and his Swiss Army. He didn't care what noble intentions, or so the idiot thought, Carter had for him. All he wanted was out of that car with his knife. Alice was just about to ask Carter again for his knife just as he continued to drive, but the words escaped him once the faggot threw the Swiss Army out the window. His mouth was left agape as the last gift his mother gave him disappear from his sight on the road behind them. His body became limp and his thoughts became frantic and haphazard, but all he heard in his head were the words no oh god please why mommy. The only image he saw was the package the Swiss Army came in. Red and green plaid wrapping paper; silver and gold ribbons tied to it and curled at the top; a little card with a red poinsetta at the top left corner with fancy leafed vines going across and down from it; the bold red cursive message on it read, "Merry Christmas, Alice! Santa told me to give this to you. Love, Mommy." Being eleven that year, he didn't even believe in Santa Clause anymore, but that didn't deteriorate the absolute joy he felt when he got it. And now, that joy was thrown out the car window like a fucking cigarette. They were already in a completely different area when Alice recovered from his shock. He gawked at Carter's stupid back as he drove his stuipd car, anger boiling inside him. He clenched his teeth, made his hands into fists, curled his toes, and tightened every muscle in his body till it shook. As he stayed like this, Alice weighed his options: Tuck and roll out of the car- no, he was already injured and he didn't know where his knife was. Attack Carter relentlessly- unfortunately no, he could cause a car accident and Carter would probably hurt him. Scream and shout like a demon- no, he's too proud for that and it would only annoy the two douches in front. Alice released the tension in his body when he realized he could do nothing. Nothing that would solve anything, at least. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't stay angry; he only felt distraught now. With his elbows on his knees, he hunched over and held his head in his hands. How did I get here? he thought with distressed awe. How could I get myself into such a mess? Unable to do anything, Alice did something that he desperately did not want to do: he began to cry. Acid burned and clouded his vision and spilled over silently. He put his hands over his eyes, trying to will the tears away. However, the resistance only provoked more emotion and caused him to weep. Godammit! he screamed in his head as tears poured down his cheeks and fell onto his lens. Why here? Why now, you stupid fucking idiot! Knowing he could do nothing to stop it, he succumbed to his emotion and only kept his weeping as quiet as he could. Oh God, Mommy, where are you?
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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Jun 23, 2012 17:55:18 GMT -5
Despite his anger, Carter was relieved when the kid finally shut up. His grip on the stearing wheel was so tight it left his knuckles white. Gritting his teeth, Carter tried to settle himself down. Jet was nearly knocked out now. Finally Carter had enough courage to look in the review mirror. However what he saw nearly made him hit the brakes again. He pulled over in a hurry instead and put it in park and swung around to see if he was correct in what he saw. Dread and shame coursed from his stomach up to his throat. Trying to swallow the lump he licked his lips nervously. "P-Priss? Hey.... I'm sorry. Please, don't cry!" He put a hand on the kid's shaking shoulder. "Hey, what'd I do? I'm sorry for yelling. I'll ....I'll let you go home. I'm just scared for you. Please, I'm sorry." His begging seemed pitiful but he meant every word. He did not want to hurt this kid, just to help him. He rubbed said kid's back and then realized something. His eyes widened and he thought, Oh god it was the knife. But instead of mentioning it, Carter just bit his lip and watched Alice's shaking body. At this moment he wished he could hold and comfort him but the kid hated him. Even moreso now he guessed. He patted his shoulder and then whispered. "Okay... I'll take you home." He turned back into the driver's seat and did just that, dropping Jet off along the way. When he pulled up to the front of Alice's house, he stayed quiet and bitter. His hands had turned white again on the stearing wheel. He put it in park and held his breath, not caring if the kid attacked him now. "I'm really sorry.... just... please, take care of your wounds...."
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Post by Cyraus on Jun 23, 2012 18:53:12 GMT -5
When Carter began apologizing to him, Alice felt even more humiliated that he looked so pathetic in front of him. He forced himself to stop crying and put his hands over his eyes, trying to wipe them away secretly. He recoiled from Carter's hand when he began rubbing his back. Putting his hands down, he sat up and glared over at the side, trying to look angry again instead of sad. He breathed heavily in order to stop the shuddering. "I'm fine," he muttered. "Just take me home." Alice heard the sincerity in Carter's voice, but he didn't care. All that mattered was that his gift from his mother was gone. When Carter put his hand on his shoulder again, he jerked away and snapped, "Don't touch me." He sighed and closed his eyes, damning that voice that drove him out of his house. When they finally reached his house, Alice pulled the door's handle before the car even stopped. It had automated locks, though. As he unlocked the door, Carter apologized to him once more. He paused and lowered his eyes, but said nothing. He left the car and trudged up the walkway to his house, feeling even more shitty than he did it last time the night before. Once entering the house, he went straight to his room and collapsed on the bed. I hate him, he said to himself as the tears came once more. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. Turning around in his bed, he glared up at the ceiling thinking of his lost treasure. He told himself that it was just a knife that he never used, but he knew he was just kidding himself. It was his most precious posession. After pondering about it for several still minutes, Alice got up and rummaged through a drawer in his desk. At the very back he found the mailing box the Swiss Army came in. He opened it and took out the wrapping paper, ribbon, and card. Rubbing his aching neck and shoulder, he held the card in his hand and admired its beauty, especially his mother's big and beautiful cursive that read, "Merry Christmas, Alice! Santa told me to give this to you. Love, Mommy." When he felt his eyes begin to burn again, he closed them and tried to reassure himself, At least I still have this. Lying down in bed once more, he held the card to himself and wandered off to sleep.
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