Meeting The Gallaghers {Carl Gallagher x Reader} #teawards

A Third Party

I woke up in a pile of blood, I gasped jumping out of bed, "Carl! Carl!" I scream to find him sitting in the corner sipping a beer, Dominque on his lap,

"It's your fault, it's all your fault." I look down, my stomach flat,

"Carl! No, please don't say that to me." I cry walking toward him to be pushed back against the wall, Brandon and his friends are standing in front of me, pointing and laughing, "What's so funny?" I scream struggling against the invisible force that held me against the wall,

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N, baby wake up! Y/N, wake up!" I was being shooken awake, my eyes flew up and I begin to scream to have a hand slapped over my mouth, "Baby don't scream it's me." I sigh as Carl removes his hand from my mouth, he lifts me up and holds me against his chest, "What the hell were you dreaming about?" Carl asks noticing as I sobbed, fingers clutching him for dare life,

"Please, don't let me go, please." I cry and he kisses my temple,

"Wouldn't dream of it."

~

"Yes, hello doc, my girlfriend's been having night terrors for the last month, and she doesn't know why it's worrying her though because she's five months pregnant and scared for the health of the babies." The doctor looked over my charts,

"Has there been an excessive amount of stress as of late?"

"I just recently had my rapist put in jail, I just got expelled from school, I'm worried about my twins because with my first pregnancy I had a miscarriage...you name it." I laugh lightly, the doctor looks at my charts again,

"The babies are fine, both healthy. It's the stress, I recommend a therapist, I can't help you any further." He smiles and I thank him,

~

"'Hello, Ms.Johnson, how are you today?" The therapist, Mrs.Davison smiled and looked at Carl, "I don't think he should be in here, people are more open when they feel safe and like no one is judging them." I look at Carl and lay my head on his lap, my hands on my stomach,

"Anyway, how do we do this?" Carl laughs running his fingers through my hair,

"Well, sir, I ask Ms.Johnson about her night terrors, can you explain them to me?"

"Yeah, uh in my nightmares, I wake up in a pool of blood, I'm screaming for Carl's help but he's in the corner with Dom on his lap and when I try to reach out to him, I'm thrown against a wall where Brandon and his friends laugh at me and by then Carl's shaking me awake." The therapist nods and starts to write things down,

"I'd love to say this is a one-time thing, something a little relief of stress and a nice hot bath could fix but this is serious I think you have PTSD from your incident two years ago as it shows on your papers here, I think you're afraid of Brandon and his friends, afraid they could ruin what you have here with..." She points to Carl,

"It's Carl or Mr. Gallagher." Carl smiles sheepishly,

"Okay, I think you're afraid they are going to ruin what you have with Mr.Gallagher, the family you're making. I would really like to talk to you alone." I shake my head,

"Help me, fix me, I'll do whatever else you ask of me, but I need him here." I sigh turning so I faced her, she nodded,

"Okay, so your childhood..."