(A/N: Carl doesn't have a missing eye, in another show The Walking Dead he does. I got the gif from that show so ignore the missing eye)
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𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 as I awoke from my sleepless night, Nancy and I talked. I apologized for leaving her alone but if I didn't get home soon I'd have got it bad, maybe even mom too. "Carl turn that fucking music down!" My dads voice grumbled loudly. "Lewis just leave it please..." I heard my mom sigh.
Believe it or not, she was a good mom; whilst he got drunk she would care for Carl and I. Always support us and check on us, one day we were going to get out all of us. Dad never touches Carl, never hurts him, it scares Carl enough that I'm hurt. "Carl you fucking faggot turn that off right now!" His voice boomed, I sighed. Toxic masculinity, dad always used that on Carl. He tore Carl apart by words...
If Carl got beat up; our fault. If I got beat up; Carl's fault. Just then my phone buzzed: the smashed up screen made the text only just readable.
Aisha to Cobras: Party soon, you all coming?
Hawk to Cobras: For sure dude gotta go there, Can Moon come too?
"Carl did you fucking hear me!" My father spat, Carl could either hear him and wanted to piss him off for hitting me or he couldn't hear at all.
Carl to Cobras: Hell yeah, bringing my new girl ;)
Iz to Cobras: U better be bringing a nice girl and not some whore. Whose coming then?
"I'll sort him out dad!" I shouted back; realizing he couldn't hear us. "As you should bitch." He grunted as he got up and I met his mean eyes; mom had by now gone downstairs making us breakfast before her shift. "He doesn't mean anything by it dad." I told him quietly. "Then why does he always do it." He scoffed. "Well I'm not Carl huh..." I sighed, mom never knew I was hurt it always happened when she was working.
She would try to lecture him on his words; telling Carl and I we will be brave in this world unlike her. My father didn't answer just stomped downstairs. I opened the door, to see exactly what Carl was doing... "Holy shit..." I gasped, shocked by what I just saw... "Guess dad was right pretty boy." I scoffed. "About what?" He muttered. "That your a slimy little faggot." I spat slamming the door as I walked out...
