His Sunshine, Gabrielle

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Warning : abuse is present both physically and emotionally . I do not condone this behavior it is simply for plot purpose.You have been warned.

Gabrielle Marie Dasher

"Careful.Just talk with him."

I kept repeating Weston's words over and over as I stared at Timothy's house, where Carter was currently at.

It was one in the morning.Timmy texted me telling me I needed to clear things up with Carter, I didn't want to because I still felt hurt from what happened three days ago.

Eventually Weston convinced me to sneak out, so I can come talk to Carter.Weston was dying to meet Carter, he wanted to give him the whole "What are your intentions with Brielle" questions, so he can approve of him.

I knocked on the door twice, and I was quickly greeted with both Timmy and Tucker.They looked really mad...at me.Were they mad because I had been ignoring Carter?

"He's upstairs.Might be drunk, we just need you to talk to him." Timmy said looking sad, sad for Carter and that's when the guilt began to rise.

Tucker just frowned at me, which made me frown back. I kinda wanted Weston with me right now to make them ease up, but Weston was currently on guard duty to make sure Kyden didn't find out I sneaked out.

Each step I took up the stairs made my heart pump extremely fast.I didn't want to fight with Carter, not like last time because I'm not sure I will be able to hold back this time.

I was about to knock on the white wooden door that said Rivers in sloppy black handwriting until the door was pulled open.I met my favorite pair of brown eyes, but they weren't exactly the same.

They seemed bloodshot, glossy and low.There was stubble on his face, meaning he hasn't shaved in the last few days.He was wearing a white t-shirt that was stained with beer and grey sweats that looked wrinkled.

My poor baby.

"Sunshine." Carter whispered, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in to his room.Carter closed the door, making sure to lock it before he sat me down on his bed and he kneeled down in front of me.

I gently began to push his hair back, making sure my nails gently scraped against his scalp just like he likes it.I smiled when he closed his eyes and hummed in delight.

"Are you drunk?" I asked softly, he looked really exhausted and slightly buzzed.I noticed all the bottles of beer in one corner of his room, I felt bad at how much toxic his must of put in to his body.

"Not anymore, because you're here." Carter smiled, with his eyes closed resting his chin on my lap.

I frowned at his words.They sounded like the words of an alcoholic.I know this because of Bryson, he had a drinking problem.But, he wouldn't drink when he had company like me, only when he was alone.He said that his demons would come out when he was lonely.

"We need to talk Carter, but I think maybe we should talk tomorrow after you get some sleep." I try to explain, but it only made Carter blow up.He pulled himself away from me, and began to pace his room.

"No don't leave me.I wont let you because then you're going to leave me for him.Don't leave me alone baby.Please I beg you." Carter began yelling and soothing me, pacing back and forth.I was shocked of the outburst, but more importantly my heart was pumping fast.

I was getting really scared when his hands would twitch in to fists, but I kept telling myself that Carter wouldn't hurt me.

"I fucking dare you to leave me Brielle.I will do whatever it takes to keep you here, I don't care if it means killing him." Carter yelled throwing a beer bottle at his wall which made me jump in fear.

"Carter, plea-" I was cut off instantly when Carter dropped to his knees to hug my legs.

"I'm sorry baby, I promise to kiss you more.I-I promise to take you out more.Was I not good enough? Baby, give me another chance and I'll make it better." Carter asked me, looking at me with wide eyes full of stress.

I couldn't even reply before Carter pushed my legs away from him, making me fall on to his floor with a loud thud.I landed on my butt, I was a bit shocked, but this wasn't Carter.This was the drunk Carter.

"Who is he? Your second boyfriend? Does he kiss you like I kiss you? Does he hug you like I hug you? I bet he doesn't even respect you like I do." Carter shouted at me, getting up to get one of his empty beer bottles.

"What are you talking about?!" I yelled out in confusion and frustration.I wanted him to calm down, and right now he wasn't letting me make anything right.

"Don't play stupid with me.I'm talking about the guy you were hugging, holding hands with at the pier.He even sends you sweet little text messages, calling you baby or is that another boy? Are you seeing two guys behind my back?" Carter asked, almost tripping over his two feet.

Weston. He thought I was cheating on him with Weston.I had already told Wes that I was dating Carter, and he respected my relationship.We haven't kissed or done anything, but hug and hold hands since we reunited.

"That's my best friend from Jersey.He came to visit for thanksgiving.He was the one eating dinner with me, we hugged and held hands as friends, nothing more.He called me those nicknames because that's just what he calls me and I use to call him that too, until I began dat-" I once again couldn't finish my sentence because Carter clenched the beer bottle so tight that it popped in his hand.

"Don't lie to me Brielle!" Carter screamed, walking over to me and what happened next surprised me.

Carter's bloody hand came in contact with my neck, while the other one grabbed me by the waist.He wasn't choking me, but he picked me off the floor and pushed me on to his bed.I felt the little glass of the bottle that still clung to Carter's hand stabbing in to my neck.

"You never answered me Brielle.Does he kiss you like I do?" Carter asked in a husky voice, slapping his lips on to mine.

I adore his lips.I loved the sweetness and the gentleness, but right now I was scared.Carter was straddling me, one hand on my neck while he forced a kiss on to me.This position felt way to familiar, I wouldn't mind being like this with Carter, but him being drunk makes it less enjoyable.

"I want to kiss you so hard that you will never be able to get the taste of me out your mouth." Carter whispered against my lips.He was to drunk, the smell of beer and weed radiated off his lips.

I moved my face, making him kiss my cheek and jaw.I shook my head as bad memories knocked right in to my memory.

"Baby stop.There's no one else, I promise.I only have eyes for you, I only care for you.Just you Carter." I whisper truthfully, hoping he would stop.There was so much pain, in my body and outside of it--and he was causing it.

The door knob began to jiggle meaning Timothy and Tucker heard our screams.They called for us to open it, I wanted to tell them I couldn't open it because Carter was on top of me, but no words came out.I was scared of what Carter would do to me if I cried out for help.

Carter looked at me straight in the eyes.Blood was falling from his forehead on to me, mixing with my blood that was coming from my neck, chin and lips that I had been biting for dear life.

"I would never hurt you." Carter whispered, at the same time the door busted open."I would die for you."

Timothy stared in horror at the way Carter had me pinned down.He grabbed Carter by the collar, pulling him away from me.Timmy forced Carter out the room, and all I could hear was Carter's screams, he screamed my name multiple times.

Tucker pulled me in to his arms, clearly freaked out from how much blood was around us.He tried to stop the bleeding,but there was one place he could not make me stop bleeding.

No one could stop the bleeding inside my heart.

Only Carter could do that, since he was the who caused me to bleed--Bloody Heart.