Into The Dark

Chapter Two

Carter

Riding through the streets, I felt so out of place. Everything about this small town where I grew up felt different even though nothing had changed. I don't belong here, but for some strange reason, I felt drawn to come back.

After some thought, I had convinced myself that I needed to feel pain for all the wrong that I had committed. This place fed me that pain that I so desperately craved. So a week ago I packed a bag and headed to the one place that I swore I would never return to.

Slowly coming to a stop, I spotted the place that gave me nightmares. You did this. This is your fault. My thoughts grew louder and louder by the second. But I didn't want them to stop. I welcomed the stabbing pain in my chest. I deserved it.

As much as I tried to pay for what I had done, fate or God wouldn't allow me to succeed. It was almost as if I was being punished for life, and this was my personal hell.

Lost in thought, I could almost make out my family. Mom was watering her garden while I helped her pull out those pesky weeds that she hated so much. If I concentrate hard enough, I could hear her laughing at me as I fell after pulling too hard. Dad would be pulling into the driveway and quickly hopping off his car to greet my little sister, who so desperately waited for him on the porch.

Nothing about those memories brought me joy, only pain. They were a reminder of what I had taken and destroyed.

Feeling the anger burn through my veins, I closed my eyes shut thinking to myself you fucking idiot, look what you did.

Pushing my feet off the ground I twist the throttle and shoot off onto the main road. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to get out of there before I did anything stupid. So I just let go and rode my bike in the warm summer breeze.

After a couple of hours, I decided to stop at a sports bar. I had been here a few times since I came back. The bright neon sign that read "Lee's" illuminated the dark area. Opening the doors, I was greeted with the smell of greasy fast food.

Taking a seat at the bar I signaled the busty blonde who I had gone home with twice this week, for a beer. She winked at me when placing it in front of me."You busy tonight?"

I'll admit she was a good distraction, and that was something I needed after today but I just wasn't feeling it. "Yea, I'm taking her home." Pointing across the bar to some random girl.

"You don't even know her." Rolling her eyes, she places her hand on top of mine. "Plus I know what you like."

Having to look at her name tag, because I never bothered to learn it I say. "Jasmine, do you know what I would really like?"

"What?" She purrs.

"For you to leave me the fuck alone." I smile sarcastically.

With a bitter face, she pulled her hand from mine and turned to walk away. "You fucking asshole." She barked.

My problem with the women I sleep with, is they think that just because we screw around it automatically means we're together. They get ideas, ones that are nothing like my own. I just want to forget everything going on in my life, while they interrogate me about the scars on my body. Nosy little bitches.

Taking a sip from my beer, I heard the doorbell chime as it swung open. A group of guys had walked in, all heading towards the back except for one. From the corner of my eye, I saw him sand still for a second before slowly making his way towards where I was at.

Out of all the seats in this fucking bar, he sat right next to me. I could feel him burning a hole into the side of my head. If this fucker didn't quit staring at me soon I was going to lose it.