Can You Be Trusted?!

Second book to: If You Really Cared--------

Carter still hasn't found the meaning of her life. She's still learning to trust the five boys she has always known as bullies. Now that her family is all dead, in jail, or hates her guts she has to turn to someone. Who will it be?


28. Chapter 28

Carter's POV

"Mm," I hear a groan from beside me and turn me head. Louis? LOUIS! HE REMEMBERS! I remember what happened! Last night... I look under the covers at my bare body. Louis!

I lay there and watch him sleep. I cant believe he remembers! I lay my hand on his bare chest to insure that he's alive. TRUELY ALIVE!!

I slowly stand up and pull on some underwear and an oversized shirt. I squint at the alarm clock across the dim room. 4:34 am. I need to think so I continue out the door and silently close it back. I tiptoe down the stairs and into the kitchen. I silently heat some hot chocolate and pour it into my mug. I hold the warm mug close and go towards the lounge. It's mid December... almost Christmas! It doesn't feel like it though, I remember to grab a blanket from the couch in the family room. I see the dim light glowing from the lounge and peek around the corner.

Liam sits silently staring ahead at the fire. The tv isn't on and he holds a mug in his hands. He's only in sweatpants, I decide to continue in and he looks up.

"Hey," he pats the spot next to him, offering for me to sit. "Hi," I mutter and take the seat. I sit there and stare at the fire also.

"You alright?" I break the silence and he nods. "Carter... did you really want to die?" he asks seriously and looks down at me with concern in his eyes. "I don't know..." I answer honestly. "Oh," he sounds and it goes quiet.

The only sound is the crackle of the fire and the sips of hot chocolate.

"I did." I finally answer and he sighs. "Why?" again he looks at me and its just like his look after he raped me...

"I don't know... I guess I was so caught up in the emotion of Louis and, just everything," I sigh and snuggle closer to him.

"I don't want you to die... Your like my sister... more than that! I love you Carter, I really do. I can tell you anything and everything..." he sighs this time and I hug him.

"I love you too Liam, I really do," I smile and he kisses my forehead. "So you just woke up?" he asks.

"Yea, you?"

"I never slept..." he shrugs. "What?"

"I had a lot to think about... hell Carter I thought you actually wanted to die. Do you know how hard that is for me? Watching you... of all people wanting to kill themselves. I've seen you in more pain than should be possible... I hate it." I hug him again.

"So..." he begins to smirk and changes the mood. "You and Louis had some fun last night," he looks down at me.

"Uh," I stutter and he smirks even more. "Don't worry... we all heard it," he pats my knee.

"I don't k-know what you m-mean," I look away.

"Just stop lying, remember I'm the one who always see's through it," he laughs and side hugs me.

"I just cant believe he actually remembers!" I take another sip.

"I know, none of us can but we let you have him anyway." he smiles and takes a sip himself.

"Thanks," I laugh. "Anytime..." he side-hugs me again and we sit there.

"I'm sorry," he gets serious again. "Why are you sorry?"

"Louis loves you," he sighs. "So?"

"So... He's a - was a virgin... you weren't. I raped you... before he even kissed you," he actually has tears in his eyes.

"That's what you've been worried about?" I ask while wiping some tears away. "Yea," he looks away and I sigh again.

"You didn't rape me Liam... rape is when you want it... neither of us wanted it," I rub his arm. "And besides, none of those other times counted... Louis did. I wanted that... I hated every other time," I begin to cry myself.

"Sorry, I know I just-" I cut him off. "Louis was a virgin?" I asks with a tilted head and he laughs.

"Never would of guessed would you?" he continues to laugh.

"Actually no," I smile and my tears have disappeared. "Niall is too actually, he's never been much of a party animal," Liam smiles again.

"What about you, Zayn, and Harry?" he eyes me weirdly.

"Zayn and Harry? You seriously asked that..." he laughs and I smile. "I was but-" he stops.

"But me..." I catch on. "Yea," he responds awkwardly.


"Goodnight," I yawn and lean on his lap. It's the only thing I can think to do so this situation doesn't get any more awkward. I end up laying my head in his lap and he caresses my hair.

"I'm cold" I snap my fingers and he laughs. He pulls the blanket over my legs and surprisingly I fall asleep.


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