Sacrifices

Was this right

                           (This is the song I listened to while writing most of the story it fits well with their relationship, about how almost them being overly dependable makes them almost immobilizing them in a good and bad way)from 3:10-5:00 fits well to show it.

                       (Carla POV)

                                                  As the night calmed down everyone soon decide that it'd be best they stayed the night taking some of the many untaken bedrooms that were scattered throughout the upstairs. Throughout the night I tossed and turned until I fell asleep from agitation.

                  (In her dream the other person's words will be in this font. Don't forget)

                             I sat up seeing a woman with blonde hair that had red at the long strung-out ends that seemed simiral to mine, in a peaceful comfort letting all my problems slowly fade into my dream as said woman spoke."So you told them everything Carla, I'm proud your done hiding and running away it was kind of sad." I straightened up more taking in her features realizing I knew her somehow she looked familiar like someone I'd talked to before or an old friend but I only have so many business partners and I only had Cleo as my only friend my entire life. But this feeling isn't going away but getting worse as I look at her, then it was like it clicked I'd see her in dreams from when I was younger she would comfort me hug me, I'd see her more after Madylen died. But after I got in contact with the other Larrsons she showed less and less, I guess the newfound freedom I had made me need her less as a shield of peace to keep me from breaking."I forgot you were here sorry what did you say your name was."I said generally concerned to know more about what I'd forgotten."My name, call me Liyla for now okay you used to call me something similar to that for years."  I couldn't help but ask a question I already knew the answer to "Did I do the right thing or did I just ruin what could have been my only chance at Clotilda having a normal family, something I always wanted and I did the opposite of helping her have that I took it away. She smiled "You did the right thing if you'd lied and waited till she was older a normal life or not she'd be messed up. she'd probably think her life was a lie your happiness to how long were you going to pretend nothing happened, did you ever really cope with all of it ".Hearing the sound of light footsteps I looked to the door as it slowly opened it to see Clotilda coming into my room, she look tired like she was crying, she did blame herself for something she had no part in.

                             I slowly opened my eyes turning to the door Liyla had suddenly gone no longer sitting beside me, Clotilda standing by the now open door looking exactly like in my dream, she looked surprised to see me awake probably because I just suddenly sat up as if I hadn't even gone to sleep yet." Hi don't worry you didn't wake me up I've always been a light sleeper but you know I thought we talked about you watching me sleep a while ago." I said making space in my bed knowing she wanted to stay with me tonight, her eyes lit up a little and she shuffled over like she did when she was younger I can't even count the times she came to sleep in my bed after nightmares. After 2-3 years of her living with me when we got comfortable with her staying with me and Maud, she'd have nightmares about me being hurt by someone not sure who she'd say it was but it would happen in different ways. She said I was younger and a woman would be there watching she would always look angry like she wanted to stop them, to just snap their neck and get it over with but could do nothing something holding her back it was strange for a child and as she got older she forgot them and the woman. The person who was hurting me would always turn to her but she'd wake up crying before she knew who, and would come crying seeing if I was okay and wouldn't be able to go to sleep unless I let her sleep next to me. She never describes the woman though it is weird to find out she was having to same night tarter as me for years.

                  (Clotilda POV)

                                   I finally fell asleep like everyone else but. My dream was less than pleasant than the nightmares I had for the first few years when I moved in came back but worse like the images in my head suddenly became more descriptive in seconds the sound of a child crying and banging on a locked closet door could be heard just a few feet away. I was next to the couch it looked different like in my old dreams. I could only tell my dream was happening in the house because of the layout, I knew where that closet was to the left of the living room and in the opposite direction of the basement where the kitchen was, the sounds got worse and louder even though I didn't move closer or away from the door."Please, Sebastian, I won't screw up again please I didn't mean to embarrass you please I can't be alone again please I hate the dark please I won't talk about her please."  She sounded desperate and lonely, so scared and alone, similar to Carla when we first met she had Maud and the others but she still sounded so lonely void of true happiness and love almost enabled to feel it. Like how she sounded last night in pain and alone even with everyone there. I felt disgusted by everything and felt like I was in pain by Carla being in pain, I couldn't help clinging to her like a scared child in pain wanting their mom just being close to her usually puts me at rest knowing I have her to protect me but all I felt in return was pain and regret.                                                                                                                                                                                                        Like she made a terrible mistake she wouldn't be able to come back from, I looked up to see her crying the same person who'd raised me for a good part of my life was choked up holding back tears, all my life she was like a beacon of light and hope never fazed no matter how many hits she took she'd brushed it off. And if something did hurt in some way she'd force herself to get over it I knew how unhealthy it was but I couldn't help but admire that as one of my favorite traits she had. Did I get in her way of finally being happy I loved them both so much Carla and Sebastian have been there for me but she was there more for me when dad chose work over me she was there she stepped up to the task she doesn't need to be in pain because of me after everything she's done for me this is how I repay her? Questioning myself I turned to see a woman standing next to me as I came back from being drowned in my own self-loathing. She walked to the door and sound talk to her while grabbing the knob to the closet door it clicked like it was just unlocked.

                                                  I woke up breathing heavily feeling pain spread through my body as I'd just been dragged downstairs feeling shocked and adrenalin-filled. I got up out of my bed heading for Carla's room wrapped in a light blanket like a scared child looking for their parent, standing in front of her room door memories from when I was younger came back me waiting not wanting to disturb her rest but not being able standing in the dark hallway for long in fear something was standing waiting with me. Finally, I grew some balls and went inside the pitch-black room seeing her once still silhouette sit up and turn to me seeing her awake she looked better than a few hours ago on the sofa. She looked expectedly at me and said in a soft tired voice."Hi, don't worry you didn't wake me up. I'm a light sleeper but you know I thought we talked about you watching me sleep a while ago."She said as she made space for me next to her, I felt happy by the invitation to lay with her, shuffling my way through the dark like a child I laid in the neatly tucked bed but it wasn't as nice as before. I got comfortable and heard Carla start to speak."I'm sorry for tonight you didn't deserve to know like this, he is still your father and he has been there for you. I'm sorry I changed that." Regret and simply lingering in her words heavily as she hugged me close to her like a scared child who needed their parent."He ruined that not you, he hurt you, he hurt us."I said angrily that he made her feel this was but not knowing what to do next.