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?

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4. Chapter 4

Carter's POV

"Very nice Carter!" Mr. Tanner smiles at me. "Thanks," I say and pull slightly on his arm. I lead him away from everyone where we can speak alone.

"Mr. Tanner, I don't know who else to ask so can I ask you about something that's been bothering me for a while now?" I ask. "Anything," he smiles.

"Well when my mom was alive, my step mom, she always talked of my dad, their wedding, how he died..." I start. "She would say how they danced in the rain and the Cinderella wedding... How could she come up with all that if she was never married?" I ask.

"Sweetie, I wasn't there, your mom was, my wife. Yea your mom was to be married. Before they were ever kidnapped, raped and such. Her husband I remember did die right after the wedding in a car accident, very upsetting. But at the time she had no idea about you, about what the next few months of her life would hold," knowing this filled in the pieces I had been wondering about for weeks.

"Oh, well thanks," I say a little too awkwardly. He laughs. "Anytime," what is it with people and replying to me with 'anytime,' ??? I mean seriously its like their favorite word!

I follow him back towards the crowd and I'm embraced in Logan's arm.

"Hi Carter," I turn to see him. Could never be trusted? Could he? His brown hair swept over his forehead, I thought back to the memories we had made... the memories could be trusted... But what about him?

"Hi Louis," I answer. I cant control my body but my mind screams no as I release myself from Logan's hold and enter Louis's. His arms hold me close and he pulls his fingers through my curled hair.

"You look beautiful!" he whispered in my ear. I pulled away after realizing what was happening.

"Thanks..." I manage and move back to Logan. "Logan.." I pull at his sleeve.

"This is Louis," I laugh and show them to each other. "Oh! Its the famous Louis!" he smirks at me. 'Shut up!' I mouth at him and he laughs. They did their bro hand shake thing and pull away.

"Look Carter, I'm really sorry!" he tries to apologize. "Cut the crap Lou." I command and he shuts up.

"But Carter..." he tries. "Thanks Louis, you've officially brought back the hell I used to live in and made it a reality instead of nightmare." I state way too harshly and Logan realizes because he pulls me away.

"What the hell?!" he says only loud enough for my ears. "He put me through hell! He lied for years," I cried into Logan's chest.

"This may not be a good time but I thought I would tell you..." Charlotte buds in. "He really didn't know, none of them did. Only Harry." she shrugs.

"And you wait till now to tell me?" I almost laugh but then feel more tears. "Oh fuck." I cry out and move through the crowd fast trying to catch him.

"Louis!" I shout after him. Once outside I see him climbing into Harry's car but I'm stopped by Liam.

"What the hell Carter?! He loves you!" he spat. "I love him too! I just... I," he interrupts. I fall to the pavement in my tears, I'm embraced my own arms and I stare up at him.

"Nice way of showing it! Sister..." he drops the unicorn into my lap and the tears fall carelessly down my face. He turns to the car and climbs in. Some ones arms pick me up and before I know it I'm sitting in the Mrs. Jane's car.

"I really fucked up this time didn't I?" I ask. "People have their opinions," Logan shrugs. We ride for a few minutes in silence before the idea comes...

"I'm going to go to school tomorrow!" I smile. "What?!" he asks in disbelief.

"I need to! I could go! Forgive them. Louis will understand. I promise." I say honestly. But this time its myself I'm not fooling. What if Louis hates me now? What would I do to myself?

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