The One I Cant Have (a Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 34

Carter's POV

"CARTER! COME HERE!" my father yells at me from the basement. I've been on the couch daydreaming abut the boys again. 

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I scream back, not moving from my spot.

"GET DOWN HERE AND DONT SASS ME." I can feel the fury in his voice. I hesitantly get up and walk down the creaky staricase into the dark, cold basement.

"What?" I say, annoyed.

"It's dark in here." he states. I think he's a few drinks away from being drunk.

"No shit." I claim.

"Don't speak to me like that." he lifts the beer bottle up to me in a toasting fashion to threaten me.

"F you."  I begin to walk away.

"Carter!" he screams. I stop in my tracks.

I know if I keep going I'll get hurt. But do I really care? What's the point in caring about my health if I really don't care about my life anymore? No. If there's even a remote chance of seeing the guys, it's if  I'm nice to my dad.

I pivot on my heel to face my disgusting pig of a father.

"I'm sorry." I say through gritted teeth.

"A girl came by earlier. Miranda? Molly? Madison! Her name was Madison." he says, calmer than usual.

"Madison? I don't know a-" I pause "Ohhhh... Do you mean Mirthe?"

"I don't really know, nor do I care." he shoots me a scary glance.

I try to keep a level head.

"What did she say? And where was I?" I've never really left the house other than to buy my dad a couple of beers.

"I think you were sleeping." he says.

I wait for the rest, but he doesn't answer.

"And what did she say?" I prod.

"She said she was happy she found you and that Matthew and some ashes miss you." he takes another swig of his beer.

"Michael and Ash? How did she find me?" 

"I DON'T KNOW!" he slams his quarter-empty ottle onto the floor, causing the shards and alcohol to go flying everywhere.

"Can I go out?" I ask.

"Aw Carter!" he slowly walks up to me and places his cold, calloused hand on my cheek. He stares at me for a while as his hand makes its way to my chin. He lifts my head up. "How dumb do you think I am?"

"I..I.." I stumble with my words.

"You're not going out. Go to your room."

"You don't own me." I say.

"I created you."

"I hate you."

"I honestly don't care."

"Why do you even want me here? I'm no use to you."

"When you get older, I can sell you."

"EXCUSE ME?" I scream, whacking his hand off of me.

"When you turn eighteen. I can sell you to some old guys and get a lot of moo-la." he rubs his middle, pointer and thumb together.

"Oh, no you are not." 

"You really can't stop me."

"Isn't that against the law?"

"Not if you're eighteen I don't think because you aren't a 'child' anymore" he uses air quotations.

I have no words.

I run up to my room. The only safe place in this hellhole. Only, even there it's not really safe.

I need to get to the boys. Mirthe better have taken a picture of our address.

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hi. 3 chapters left. two long, one short. idek if it is against the law or whatever..oopsies. tell me if there are any mistakes because i didnt feel like proof-reading..you guys are lifeee<3 ily you all

ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER MWAHAHA

Stay Punk Rock,

Queen of Recklessness