Breeana's life is... complicated. She moves every now and then because of her "job". But this time it was different. This time she's moving permanently to Chicago.
Is she gonna stay in the south side with Carl Gallagher? Or is he gonna he the reaso...
I stood there at the beach reflecting. I kept on thinking about Carl obviously, and why I wanted him to quit so bad. Maybe I'm just paranoic, but I've grown fond of him and I would die if something ever happened to him.
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I was snapped out from my thoughts when a familiar voice said:
"You couldn't sleep either, huh?".
Dear destiny why the fuck do you hate me so much?
"What are you doing here Carl?"
"I couldn't stop thinking about you. ..... I, I need you Bree, I'm sorry". He made a pause before continuing. Tears started forming in his blue eyes. "I can't live knowing you hate me"
"I don't hate you Carl.... you just hurted me, and-"
"Where you got all those bruises from?".He asked in his deep voice.
Still when we were apart, Carl kept on worrying about me.
"It's a long story". I said while facing my feet. I knew it drove him crazy when I got into fights, but I'm like a fucking magnet.I can't help it.
"Why you keep on doing that? You're gonna get real fucked someday".
The whole time he talked I just kept on facing the floor, because I knew that if I looked at his precious face any longer I wasn't gonna be able to contain myself.
"Hey, look at me". Carl said while grabbing my chin making out eyes connect.
"I don't think I can do this right now Carl". I began to walk away but
"Wait! I know I shouldn't have lied to you, but you seemed sad the other night... you wanna talk about what made you hate gangs so much?"
My heart stops and I forget how to breath everytime I force myself to remember about the incident. Anyways, I had to be strong about it, and Carl deserved an explanation too.
"When I was about 9 years old, Lana and I had just moved to this place in Venezuela. There was a really disfunctional family leaving next door, but they had a kid, an year older than me, whom I made friends with in no time - I felt a tear streaming down my cheek but I continued - Tomy, that was his name.... His dad forced him onto drug dealing, he was seriously messed up. One night, while he was working the corner a rival gang approached him and murdered him. They left his tiny body surrounded by a pool of blood as display in the street.... He was my first and only friend". The tears were now comming out uncontrolably.
"Bree, I really don't know what to say...I'm sorry I didn't know... if I had known I would've-"
"I just need time, okay?". I said as I wiped the tears off of my face.
And once more I left without turning back. I knew Carl did nothing wrong, but he did lied to me. And on top of everything, he made me remember Tomy, whom I worked so hard on forgetting about.
. .
But this surely wasn't something time couldn't heal. That was all we needed. Time. Who knows, maybe it could make us stronger...
