If You Really Cared

Carter is a 17 yr. old girl. She has been bullied by 5 boys for years. She has no idea why... Her abusive dad and best friend/little sister have just died. Her mom kills herself over it. All in one day, Carters life is changed forever...

***(the boys are NOT famous in this story... their each around he ages of 16-18...)***


15. Chapter 12

Louis's POV

I slowly made my way  up Carters stairs, her legs were wrapped around my waist, her arms latched to my neck, and her head sobbing quietly into my shoulder. I went into her room and walked to the restroom. With her still latched onto me, I started a bath, and got out some clothe for her. I sat her on the counter, her arms fell from my shoulders. I slowly and cautiously unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms, letting it fall on the floor. She helped me a little and I slid off her underwear. I lifted her up bridal style and carried her to the bathtub. I stopped running the water and laid her fragile body into the warmth.

I poured some shampoo into my hand and started gently scrubbing her hair clean. She stared down the whole time. I filled a cup with water and poured over her head a few times to rinse out the shampoo. I got a little bit of conditioner in my hands and rubbed them together. I smoothed the conditioner through her hair and rinsed it out the same way. I dampened a wash cloth and gently rubbed her face, and cleaned the mascara and other makeup off. I then got a brush and started brushing through her long golden hair. She started rubbing the blood of her chest and stomach.

"They want to..." Harry came in. "uhhh, sorry..." he went behind the door. "they wan to interview her..." he said and left. "Can you answer their questions?" I asked her. "I don't know..." she answered underneath her breath. She finished wiping the blood off of her legs, stomach, and really everywhere else.

"Louis..." her soft voice finally spoke. "yea?" I turned to face her. "Thanks..." she answered. "anytime.." I smiled and kept brushing through her hair.

"You ready?" I asked and she just nodded. I helped her out of the tub and onto the floor. She held her hurt leg up. I wrapped her in a towel,picked her up, and set her on the counter. I gently and very carefully unwrapped her leg. I finally finished and she didn't look at it. I told her she could but she didn't want to. It looked like it was healing slowly. I saw the bruise right beside it from Micheal kicking it. I rubbed some medicine stuff on it and wrapped it up with some knew wrap. I unwrapped her arm to reveal scars, and scabs. But there were two very deep cuts that looked like they would take I while to heal. Tears formed in her eyes and she looked away. I re-wrapped her arm and secured it with some medical tape. I held her bridal style and carried her into her room. I sat her on the bed and she put on a new bra and dark blue plain tshirt. I helped her put on her underwear and black sweatpants. I then put on some socks on her feet. Again,  picked her up bridal style and walked downstairs.

The moment we got to the bottom everyone stared, she quickly turned her head and buried her face in my chest. I followed Harry to the officer that wanted to interview her. I noticed that Aaron's body had been taken, and Micheal was already gone too. I sat on the couch in front of the officer and Harry sat on the floor. Liam came and sat beside Harry.

"I've asked these boys to be witnesses for your story." the officer said. "Are you hurt bad anywhere?" he asked and tried to lay a hand on Carters back. She flinched and snuggled up closer to me. "Sweetie your going to have to talk to us..." he said to Carter. She turned and did something I never she would do.

"Could I have some food?"  she asked. "Of course!" the officer answered with a smile and got up to get her some food leaving us there. She buried her face into my chest, I felt her tears roll down my shirt, I rubbed her back, and looked at Harry and Liam.

"Carter...I'm sorry," Harry tried apologizing. She didn't move, or say anything, she was sitting in my lap, arms wrapped tightly around my upper torso, her head was buried into my chest, and tears slowly dripping down her face.

"For everything.." he started, "all this, your mom, your sister.." she interrupted him.

"how did you find out about Lizzy?" she turned her head slowly to face him and Liam. Her voice so quiet it wasn't even a whisper. "Uhhh..." he answered. "your phone." Liam stated.

"I'm sorry about that by the way..." he added. "yea me too, and cutting your leg, and making fun of you being a cutter when its my fault you ever were..." Harry kept naming things he was sorry for.

"I don't want to be a cutter..." she sighed into my shoulder. I looked at Harry. "Then don't be... don't be a cutter, don't be anorexic, don't be suicidal..."he was about to go on.

"IM NOT." she said in a clear voice and stared at him. A few seconds passed and her face was buried into my chest again and I gently played with her hair.

"I'm really sorry..." he said again. "Harry..." her voice was back down to below a whisper. "I forgive you..." she said and he smiled. She didn't smile but I didn't expect her to.

"Alright... here we go, I got you some chicken noodle soup!" the officer came back smiling. Carter gently turned her head to face him, and he handed me the soup. While still holding Carter with one arm, I held the soup in my other arm for her to eat. I felt one of her arms slide off of my side and she picked up the spoon. She ate it quietly and quickly. "Thank you..." she said to the officer and a lady came and took the bowl from me.

"Ok lets begin..." the officer stated.

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