Chapter Fifteen

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Recap:

I let out a humourless laugh. "Oh yes, Carter Williams here to save the day yet again. My hero."

"Lacey-"

I'm not sure what happened, but somehow the line was dead and my phone was back in my bag. I clutched at my head, the emotional tidal wave smashing back through my weak barriers. I began to clamber to my feet, only my body didn't seem to understand.

"What the-" I slurred, trying to make my body do what I wanted.

Black dots began to edge my vision and soon. I swallowed down a lump of something that had lodged itself in my throat. This was happening again. I never thought I would take this path again, but it happened. I felt the familiar sense of fear swell inside my chest.

"Carter," I tried to call out, but my mouth wasn't working.

That was the last thing I remembered before I completely blacked out.


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Carter's P.O.V:

I would have been less surprised if Hitler came back from the dead, than I was when Lacey's name appeared on my phone. Even though I was mad at her, without a moment of hesitation, I slid my thumb across the bottom of the screen.

"Lacey?"

Her words so slurred and inaudible, it took me a moment to understand her.

"I hate you for what you've done to me."

My stomach twisted painfully. My heart race increased as I felt guilt flood through my veins. She didn't deserve someone like me in her life. I only ever seemed to bring her pain. Saying that I didn't regret impregnating her best friend and that I would sleep with her again was harsh and definitely untrue. I only said that because she got back at me by hurting both mum and myself. I was angry and hurt, but it still gave me no right to say that to her.

She was like this because of me. I had to make things right.

I gripped my phone hard in my hand as I could hear her sniffling and crying. My heart ached at the thought of her sad and alone. She needed me. I needed her. I know I'm bad for her and it's selfish to want to be with her, but I do. I can't help the way I feel.

"What? Lacey, are you okay?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before I even knew what I was going to say. My heart was pumping rapidly inside my chest as I waited for her reply. I was afraid I actually wouldn't hear her, with my heart beat pounding so loudly in my ear drums.

"How could I love a monster?"

Even though she was hard to understand, those words were clear and cut me like glass. I physically felt her words as they burned through my flesh.

A monster.

I was one. I was a cyclone and tore everything down in my path. More specifically, Lacey.

I paused for a moment. My stomach dropped as I realised she was drunk. Her words weren't jumbled as one because she was crying and upset. It was because she was wasted out of her mind. I gulped, my throat suddenly feeling dry.

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