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I sighed as I shut the front door...it was over. I turned by back to the door, and leaned against it, listening to Carter's tires pull out of our plain gravel driveway. I slid down the door, my back still pressed against it, and thought to myself, "Was that how people saw us together? An extravagant boy, paired with such an ordinary girl? That birght red Porsche, driving gracefully over the normal, every-day gravel, that was just a metaphor for Carter and I, and i was ok with that. But did CArter really deserve that? Is that what he really wanted?  I couldn't be distracted by such a gloomy question now, i was too happy. I skipped up the stairs into a hot shower, a perfect end to an almost-perfect day. I quickly shook the thought of Steven out of my mind, a reflex I had conjured up a few months after Steven and I had broken up. Whenever i thought of him, I immdeiatley got rid of the thought by focusing on something else. Now, I focused on the water pulsing at my shoulder blades. When I was through, i twirled across the hall to my room, and sprawled out on the bed. I was picking out images that I would save in my head forever. The images of tonight that i would burn into my mind, so that I would never forget. I would save the beautiful bouqet of lillies that I had received this morning, now sitting in a vase on my desk in the corner. I would save the gazeebo, all lit up and glowing. And I would remember him cradeling my hands in his. I was suddenly awaoken from my memories by a sound that I now realized was coming from my window..."Pling....Pling...Pling..." It was pebbles, knocking on my window! But who on Earth could be throwing them? Carter? Trying to be his old-fashioned-romantic self? I could only hope. I silently tip-toed to the window and drew back the curtains. I could only make out the shape of his body for a few seconds, and then i saw his face...plain as day, and so I opened the window and called out to him, "STEVEN?!"

He was standing in my front yard. The boy who ruined everything for me. He had the nerve to come back here. How? Why? Was he here to be good or mean? Happy or angry? There was only one way to know..

"KARLEIGH! COME DOWN HERE! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" he hollered up to my window with his hands cupped around his mouth. I searched his voice and expression for any trace of anger or violence, and I found nothing. He didn't seem particularly happy, but then not particularly mad/sad either. I cautiously walked downstairs to the front door, I took a deep breath and opened it, then I walked out to meet him.

"Yes?" I whispered.

"Hey Karls...I-I-I'm sorry..." And he looked down like he really was ashamed, like he really was sorry, and for a minute or two I actually believed him, but then he started talking again, and he ruined it. "I shouldn't have yelled at that guy about you, if he wants to ruini his life it's his own thing..." and then a smug smile pulled up on his face. The anger flooded through my veins. I hated this boy, and I was not only angry with him, but with myself for even coming down here to listen to him. Heat raced down my legs, my arms, and my fingertips. The fever burned up my throat, and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt a surge of hate swirling around in my mind, making everything up there blury, and hard to comprehend. It was obvious now that I would not be acting in my best judgement, but at this point I didn't care. I was angry, no. I was more than angry. I was hurt, I was angry, I was furious. In the heat of the moment, I slapped him right across the face. It stung my hand but it felt good through the heat of my body. Steven slumped down, garding his face. It hurt him I could tell, but then he stood straight up. And the heat of anger was replaced with a chill of fear. I took off running towards my house, to the still swinging in the breeze front door. but I was too late, Steven caught my arm. I screamed in terror. What would he do?! What was he capable of?! WHere was my Mom?!

After a string of cuss words, being pushed to the ground, and being slapped in the face a countless number of times, I think i fell into un-concioiusness, because the next thing i remember was the headlights, and the smooth tires rolling effortlessly over the gravel. I just layed there, and then I heard him...I knew I was safe...

"KARLEIGH?!" his musical voice echoed through the dark night, I raised my hand up in the air, as much as I could manage, to let him know that I was ok for now. And then I heard their voices...

"YOU! YOU DID THIS TO HER?!" Carter's voice always so light, velvety, and musical, was now more sinister, but still just as smooth.

"Whoa, man....she started it...haha" Steven's laugh was an evil laugh, it made me shudder...

And then I heard a thud, Steven's raspy voice scream in pain, and then another thud, like a body falling to the ground. Then more thuds, like Carter was punching him againa and again. And then finally a shove. I then heard limping steps, like he was trying to run, but couldn't because his leg hurt, and finally a car door open, and slam shut. Then tires squealing away.

Carter then rushed over to me, and threw his head into my torso, sobbing. It didn't make sense to me...why  was he sad? He beat Steven, he made him leave...he saved me, what was wrong?

"Carter? What's wrong?" I tried to sound non-chalant, but I wasn't sure how Carter took it...

"*eck-hem*...Well love, it's just...well first of all, are you ok?" I nodded, "Good. And umm, well...second...it's just. He hurt you Karleigh. It's hard for me to comprehend someone wanting to hurt you, let alone actually doing it. And then I....well I just lost all control. I did more damage than I had initially intended to. I apollogize for making you see, err-hear...or whatever you heard or saw, I am deeply sorry my sweet Karleigh. I understand if you never want to be with me again, after my....disgusting display." he bowed his head as if I was about to send him off to his room, or to time-out. I giggled.

"Silly Carter. I'm glad you got rid of that creep. Don't apologize, I'm the one that should apologize for even coming down to meet him in the firts place..." But as soon as Carter had realized where I was going with that sentence, he just shook his head No.

Then he swooped me up in his arms, and carried me inside. When we got in the house, he looked down at me, and I pointed upstairs. And then he carried me into my room and layed me down on my bed, and he joined me by my side. We didn't say naything for a long time. I just rested and felt his chest raise up and down, while he played absent-mindedlly with my hair.

Suddenly I spoke, "Carter? How did you know to come back for me?"

He blushed when i asked him that, I gave him a puzzeled look.

"Well," he chuckled, "Honestly, love, I came back to kiss you." and then he just kept giggling.

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