Chapter 6
For once in my life I did something I almost never had before. I cried. I felt my knees collapse under me as my heavily burdened body fell to the moist, cool Earth. Rocks stabbed my bare knees, where my jeans had ripped from previous fights. I screamed until my throat felt raw. "God please! Don't take him! Take me! He doesn't deserve to die! Take me instead! Take me instead!" I cried. My head began to pound and I felt sick. Carter laughed.
"I think the medics might have to take you next!" he laughed. That son of a gun. He knows Elliot could die and he's laughing?! I began to rise. For Elliot's sake I was gonna kick Carter's white American butt. I got up, my hair wet from the rain and my whole body for that matter.
"You are such a jerk!" I said, my bloody hands beginning to clench into fists. Carter stopped laughing.
"What- did you say?" he asked, walking towards me. I lunged forward and punched him in the face. Carter screamed.
"You're a freaking ass that should go to freaking hell!" I screamed. I punched him again, this time in the gut. "That one is for not caring!" Carter staggered back.
"What the hell are you talking about? Not caring? Well, that's a load of crap! I care about you guys more than I do myself! Think about it, Riley? Who went and got an ambulance to help Elliot? Me. Who found you and Jack and offered to care for you? Me. Who-" I cut him off. I knew all that junk and I didn't care. I was talking about now. I wasn't living in the past, Carter was.
"I don't care about that load of crap!" I screamed. "I wish you were dead, sometimes! Just die! Die instead of Elliot! Just die!"