Hi! I'm writing this story about Carlos, and it's totally fiction. I only used the Big Time Rush characters (they don't own to me, I wish / disclaimer) and made up this story. It's about Carlos, being abused by his alcoholic father. He doesn't want to tell Kendall, James and Logan, so he gets separated more and more from them. I will switch point of views, but I think that it will be mostly Carlos' POV.
I rated this T because there's violence in it, so you're warned :). And since I'm not English, I'd really want tips and if you see any mistakes, please record because that will help to improve my writing, and I think I need that!
I love getting reviews, so please read & review? :). I hope you enjoy my story anyway!
I'll be updating as much as possible, but I'm still working on it.
-
It has been 13 years by now. 13 years and I still don't have the nerves to tell anyone. It's not that I like it or something, it's just that… I can't help but loving him. I mean, he's my dad after all. I'm still sure he doesn't mean to hurt me, he just can't control his emotions. And that's exactly where I've got the point, not controlling his emotions (and not knowing when to stop drinking alcohol) is the point where he ruined his own damn life. The problem is, his life includes mine.
It has been 13 years since my mom left. 13 long years including violence and swearing. I never told anyone. My best friends have no clue (okay, they have, but I'll have to admit that I can be pretty reckless, and that's where I blame all my bruises to). I know that they will try to take me away from my father, and even though he might kill me someday when he has been drinking alcohol again, I don't want to get separated from him. I mean, he's my dad after all.
I know I will have to make a choice. It's either him or my three best friends, Logan, Kendall and James. I know I'll never be able to keep all of this a secret, but I also know is that my friends would never let me stay with my dad as soon as they found out. I can't live without parents, and since my mom left I've only had my dad, but I can't live without friends either. This will be the hardest choice I'll ever make and it will influence my whole life.
'What's that, Carlos?' James grabbed hold of my arm and shoved my sleeve up, revealing an enormous bruise on my forearm. I felt I was blushing so I turned my head away from James and Kendall, sitting next to me, waiting for Logan to finish his test already.
'It's nothing. Don't worry about it,' I laughed. Kendall looked at me, disbelief growing in his eyes. I could see he didn't believe me, but why bothering about it? As long as I don't admit anything, what could he do about it?
'Stop looking at me like that, Kendall.' Kendall just shook his head as a response. He opened his mouth to say something, but got interrupted by Logan, who had finally finished his test.
'Ready to go, guys!' He smiled, but his smile faded when he saw my bruise. Crap. Forgot about my sleeves. 'What did you…?'
'Definitely ready to go!' I jumped up, pulling Kendall and James up. I did feel bad about kind of ignoring Logan, but I really, really don't have an option.