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Writings of The Heart	By : meathead13 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1779 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nineteen: Revenge
“...and we are now just twenty minutes away from welcoming in the new year, and I have to say that the crowd below me in Times Square is just unbelievable, folks! Just masses and masses of people!”
Carrie slowly sipped at the glass goblet in her hand, the slight bitterness of the red wine inside tingling as it slid down her throat. The young blonde man on the television continued to talk to his co-host, but Carrie paid no attention to the words they were saying. To her it was like every other New Year’s Eve she had spent since she left her home in California. She would be alone again; bitter like an old spinster when the camera showed happy couples kissing under the lights of downtown Manhattan. Barry had always invited to come down to the city and watch the ball drop in person. But out of her own self pity, she would always decline.
This year was no different. Barry made his usually inquiry over the phone, asking to the point of begging before Carrie burst into tears and confessed about the events that had occurred only a few days before. She sobbed most when it came to talking about Raphael, and how none of his other family members had seen him. Her worries were also increased by Leonardo, who hadn’t stepped a foot out of the barn since his brother left, feeling, but not really confessing, that it was painful to be around Carrie at all. But like the good friend Barry was, he told her to keep her chin up, and that things will be all right. Afterward he told Carrie that he would spend the holiday with her, promising a night of drinking and creating chaos in town of Lake Placid. Carrie laughed at Barry’s teenage-like plans, but it did keep a smile on her face and her mind on other things while waiting for that night to come.
The sound of a heavy banging on her front door popped Carrie thoughts. Sitting down her glass of wine, she unbundled her feet from the down feather comforter she was covered up with and walked lightly across the carpet, pulling the sleeves of her zipper hoodie up over her shoulders. Before opening the door, Carrie began to glance out the peephole, but remembered that since her dusk-to-dawn light blew, she wouldn’t be able to see anything. The banging on the door continued, the pounding set in a constant rhythm that made Carrie’s ears ring. She smiled, thinking Barry was playing some sort of stupid joke at her expense, and with a twist of her wrist, Carrie turned the door knob and stepped back. The smile instantly dropped from her face.
“Hey Carrie. What’s goin’ on?”
Leaning against the doorframe with his closed fist poised at the spot where the knocking had come from, Mark gave Carrie a wink then a huge smile that seemed like it had been cut from someone else and plastered on his face.
“Mark?” Carrie gasped. “What-what are you doing here?”
“Freezing my nuts off. You gonna let me in or what?”
Carrie wrinkled her brow at how slurred Mark’s usually prompt speech was, and she started to feel fear crept back up as he staggered past her and into the living room.
“This place never changes!” Mark exclaimed, his arms shooting into the air, then slumping back down. “Everything’s the fucking same!”
“Why are you here, Mark?” Carrie asked with an angry sigh, her fingers tightening on the door knob.
“Oh, yeah,” Mark turned around, his eyes wide like he was stuck in a firing squad. “I was at this kick ass party in town, and I was thinking-I was like, ‘man, I should go get Carrie cause she needs to get out and have some fun.’ So I walked out here to get you.”
“You walked?” Carrie’s mouth dropped. “It’s twenty-some degrees outside! And that’s like a three-hour walk from town.” She then pointed at the black sweater he was wearing. “And where is your coat?”
Mark gave Carrie another smile, his eyes seeming to drop down his face. “You always worried about me. I missed that.”
He then stretched out his arms and pulled Carrie against his chest, holding her so tightly that Carrie thought she would pass out from lack of oxygen.
“Mark, what is going on? Are you drunk?”
The smile only grew as he pulled her back. “Naw, man. I got some great shit from Jackson at the party-,”
“Oh Mark,” Carrie shook her head, her worries escalating. “You didn’t . . . ”
Mark paid no attention to the sad look on Carrie’s face and nodded happily. “ He’s got the best X I ever had! I feel so fucking great! I got some more if you want it.”
“Okay, Mark, it’s time for you to leave. I call someone to come get you.” Carrie dropped down from his gasp and pushed him toward the door. But when she had almost shoved him back out in the cold, Mark grabbed onto the inside door frame, his fingers sinking into the drywall like an anchor in the sandy ocean bed. Carrie stepped back, wanting so much to take the opportunity of his position to punch him in the back of the head and scream at him for all the hurt he caused her. It was the sound of Mark sobbing that made Carrie’s too-kind heart swell and forget her anger.
“She left me, Care.” He whimpered into his shoulder. “ That damn French whore fuckin’ left me.”
“Why?” Carrie took his bait and turned him to face her.
“I don’t know.” Mark paused to sniffle and wipe at his nearly invisible tears. “She was a bitch anyway, a fucking snob. Probably only after my family’s money.”
He pulled Carrie back to his chest and stroked her hair.
“Not you though, Care. My little Care Bear. You never cared about how rich I was. You always loved me no matter what. You were always so nice to everyone. You are the sweetest person ever. Ever, ever, ever.”
Carrie couldn’t help but giggle at Mark’s drug-induced babbles, but his words affected her nonetheless. She let herself melt into his body, her hands circling around his strong back, and she let out a long sigh. She wasn’t sure if it was her heart or the bottle of wine she had just finished that warmed her body, but Carrie thought that any moment she would melt from the heat she was letting off. Mark was also becoming warmer from the fire in front of them, and his hands set her back on fire as he rubbed her spine.
“I was so stupid to let you go, Carrie. So stupid.” He then let out a sigh that almost mocked the one Carrie had let escape. “We were so good together, you know, so good. We were like, like a fuckin’ king and queen around that redneck town!”
Carrie giggled again, her head swimming with mixed feelings. “No we weren’t.”
“Hell yeah we were!” Mark roared. “We made everyone jealous, you know. I know that all them ski freaks, all them snobby girls on the skis. Yeah, they were jealous of you.”
“Mark, you’re just saying that.” Carrie leaned back and looking into Mark’s green eyes, her vision almost as blurred as his seemed to be. Mark moved his hand behind Carrie’s neck and leaned down to kiss it, his lips lightly grazing over her flushed skin. She closed her eyes and shivered at his touch.
“Naw, I wouldn’t just say that, Care Bear. You know I still love you. I still wanna be with you.” He kissed her again, making a trail up to her mouth. “Maybe we should give it another try. I promise I won’t cheat on you. You know I’m a good guy. You know I’m good.”
He shoved his lips to hers, his tongue diving into her mouth. This kiss was so intense that Carrie felt her body go limp in his arms. She ran her hands up his chest and into his hair, grabbing a handful of his blonde locks to push his kiss deeper. They stumbled backward toward the couch and as soon as Mark had Carrie on her back, he pulled off his sweater and unzipped his jeans, revealing a hint of his black boxers. His mouth went back to Carrie’s neck, his hands aggressively tearing off her hoddie and the grey T-shirt she was wearing. He started to take of her sweats when Carrie pulled his hands back up to hers, moving his mouth back to hers. He gave her a short peck, then moved his hands over her breasts and down to the elastic band on her pants. Carrie growled and pulled his hands back up.
“Mark, don’t rush it.” She pleaded. “ Don’t you want to take your time?”
“What?” Mark asked, looking at her like she was an alien from another planet. “Oh, uh, yeah. Sure. But you know how wild we used to be? Why can’t we do that? Like old times, right?”
Carrie pushed her brows together and frowned. “I know, but wouldn’t it better if we enjoyed it? I think that would be so great. We haven’t been together in a long time.”
Mark hung his head down and sighed in frustration. “Care Bear, come on. We’ll have plenty of other times to take it slow. Don’t you wanna just get out all that-that, what the fuck do they call it? Pent-up energy? You haven’t had sex in like what? Two years?”
Carrie couldn’t help to giggle again in her fuzzy, overwhelmed state. “ Actually it’s more like two weeks, but whose’s counting?”
Mark’s face dropped, his green eyes narrowing. “What? Who have you been fucking behind my back? That faggot friend of yours swing both ways now or what?”
“Behind your back?” Carrie gasped in disgust, pushing Mark off of her. She sat up, pulling her shirt over her bra as her alcohol-induced fantasy began to fall apart. “You were the one who was fucking everyone in town behind my back! You were the one fucking Katie Jacobson while we were engaged! You were the one who used me and-and fucking degraded me!”
She stood up, replacing her shirt over her head, not caring about the tears that were running down her face.
“You have no idea how much you hurt me, Mark, and to beat it all, I don’t think you even give a shit about how other people feel! You’re only out for what you want, even if it means stepping all over someone else! Well, you know what? I’m not your fucking doormat anymore! Whatever misery you’re living with now was brought on by your own jackass, egotistical actions, and I’m not going to clean up after you this time! Not now! Not ever!”
Mark just sat still, his green eyes dead to the emotions Carrie was showing.
“How dare you come to my house, high as a kite, thinking I would take you back just so you could get some! I’m not a whore, especially not your whore! And you know what else? I was involved with someone! Someone who is a thousand times over the man you could ever be! He was the best thing that happened to me! I love him more than anything in this world! But because of how you treated me, all of those scars you inflicted on me, I made a horrible mistake that made him leave me!”
Carrie stopped to take a deep breath, then leaned a little closer to Mark’s stone face.
“And stop calling Barry a faggot!”
“Are you done now?” Mark asked bluntly, his face still unchanged.
“Get out of my house. Now!” Carrie turned for the dining room to retrieve the phone, but suddenly found herself thrown back down to the couch, Mark’s strong body holding her down. Panic started to set in as Carrie saw his eyes change colors, the green turning almost black.
“You got a lot of nerve talking to me like that.” He grabbed her arms and held them down at her sides. “You know I don’t like it when you get in my face and yell at me. Don’t you remember the last time you did that?”
Carrie gritted her teeth and strained to free her arms. “ Don’t you dare touch me! You have no right to come into my home and threaten me!”
Mark balled up his fist and brought it down to Carrie’s jaw, hitting her right below her bottom lip. Carrie’s head turned with the blow, and she immediately screamed in pain. A gush of blood filled her mouth where her bottom teeth had cut into the inside of her mouth. Her stomach began to churn; fear, her nerves and the taste of her own blood all battling to see who would make her sick first. She felt Mark sit back on her and grabbed the hand that carried her still sore knuckles; the bruises faint, but still noticeable.
“Poor Carrie. She’s got quite a mouth on her. I remember she used to be so quiet, never talked back at all. I taught you that remember? I taught you not to talk back to me. I bet you remember now.”
He studied her hand, pressing down on the bones as he spoke. Carrie sobbed louder, her concentration on the fire across the room.
“Raph,” Carrie whispered, a stream of blood from her mouth trickling down to the floor. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey! I’m fuckin’ talking to you, you stupid bitch!” Mark wrapped his other hand around Carrie’s neck and pulled her face toward his. Carrie closed her eyes again as Mark nuzzled her with his nose, placing a few light kisses on her cheek bone.
“You’re so pretty. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He yanked her head around again, forcing her eyes to open and look into his. “Best lay I ever had too. You remember how good it was? You gave into everything I wanted.” His eyes then moved slowly down her breasts and to the space between her legs, licking his bottom lip before making eye contact with Carrie again.
“Just face it, Carrie. You are a whore. You can’t love anyone. You just want someone to fuck your brains out. Why do you think I was with you in the first place? Someone as fucked up in the head as you are is only good for one thing.”
“Please, Mark,” Carrie wept uncontrollably. “ I’m sorry. Just-just please . . . stop. Please leave me alone.”
Mark’s lips parted into a smile, one that was so cold and void of feeling that it made Carrie’s blood turn to ice.
“ Not until I get what I came here for.”
Before Carrie could blink, Mark had her pinned to the couch. Her screams were silenced by another punch, after which he tore her shirt in half and jerked off her sweat pants. Carrie looked back into the fire, her vision blurred from her tears and from swelling under her left eye. She let her body go numb to his touches, as she had secretly done dozens time before with him while they were dating. All the times she had bragged to Barry about how great their sex life was, it was nothing but lies that covered up how dirty and shameful Mark made her feel. She had been a whore, nothing more than a body that Mark used to get off with.
A sudden thought passed through her head. What if she had told Barry the truth? Would she have been freed of Mark back then and not have carried so much guilt on her shoulders? Would she have not been confused about her feelings? Would she have not fallen so hard for both Raphael and Leonardo, and in turn expect so much from them? Would Raphael still be in her arms if the past had never come back to haunt her? Thinking of the look of torment on Raphael’s face as he left the barn made Carrie close her eyes, wishing that Mark would end up killing her instead, feeling that being dead would be better than going on living the life she had.
Mark ripped Carrie’s white panties on one side, then pulled down his pants a little more, showing the bugle that was ready to explode from the open seam of his boxers.
“Just like old times, huh, baby?” Mark whispered, his tongue lapping around her earlobe. He pushed her legs apart, thrilled that Carrie was in full submission, and he positioned himself, ready to get what he felt he deserved. Carrie held her breath and the vomit in her gut, and prayed that her nightmare would soon be over.
“Holy fuck!”
Carrie opened her eyes as Mark was pulled backward, almost fully suspended into the air by the three green fingers that held on tightly to his neck. Mark screamed and cursed again, desperately clawing at the hand that held him. He was then slammed to the floor, the side of his head colliding with the coffee table as he fell. His vision was slightly blurred, but he could make out the large green shadow that towered over him.
“Leo!” Carrie sobbed and reached out for him, clinging to the sides of her underwear so not to expose herself.
“Carrie, are you okay?” Leonardo pulled her into his arms and held her tightly for a moment before examining her face.
“Don’t worry about me!” Carrie jumped out of his arms and pulled up her sweat pants. “I have to call the cops on him. He’s not getting away with this again!”
Leonardo glared at the body on the floor, holding himself back from kicking Mark in the head.
“Where the fuck is my phone?” Carrie shrieked, her hands shaking as she tore through the living room. “Where is it? Where did I put it?” She stopped at Mark and kicked him in the ribs. “Bastard! I hate you! I fucking hate you!”
“Carrie, calm down,” Leonardo stopped her mad fit and held her. “Just take a deep breath and relax.”
“But he-,” Carrie pointed at Mark, then cried into Leonardo’s shoulder.
“Just take it easy. Everything’s okay now.” He looked into her face, the lines of worry more noticeable when his eyes hit the swellings of her eye and jaw.
“In the kitchen,” Carrie blubbered. “It’s in the kitchen.”
Leonardo offered Carrie a smile then turned to the kitchen, finding the phone on the counter next to the sink. When he returned to the living room, to his horror he found Mark back on his feet, one hand pushing over Carrie’s mouth and the other holding a gun that was pointed right at his face. Carrie whimpered under Mark’s hand when her eyes meet Leonardo’s.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, you freak!”
“Let her go!” Leonardo took a step forward, wincing as Mark pushed the revolver to Carrie’s temple.
“I said don’t fucking move! I’ll blow her brains all over the wall!” Mark took a few steps backwards, dragging Carrie with him. “I swear if you even think about stopping me, I’ll shoot her!”
Leonardo looked into Carries’ fearful eyes, then suddenly gave her a wink. “Okay, all right. I won’t stop you.”
Carrie then screamed and wiggled around as Mark pulled her out in the snow, the cold instantly burning her bare feet. She felt beyond hopeless, and deeply sickened that Leonardo had not done anything to stop Mark. But she couldn’t help but think of the look of reassurance he had given her as Mark dragged her around the house and into the darkness of the woods.
“So is that your new guy, Carrie? The one that you love so much?” Mark spit out in disgust. “This only proves how sick you are. Going after fucking aliens and shit.”
He threw Carrie to the ground, leaving the gun pointed at her head.
“Turtle.” Carrie blurted out, not caring if he did pull the trigger on her.
“What? What did you fucking say? I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut!” He bent down and pushed the barrel to her forehead. “ And he doesn’t love you. If he did, you think he would have let me drag you out here? He’s just after what you got down there between your legs, Carrie. That’s all. So fucking forget all that love shit!”
“Never.” Carrie mumbled, her arms folding to keep her body warm, but she was rapidly losing to the shivers that ran over her. “I thought I was in love with you once, but that was before I found out what you really were. You’re the whore, Mark. You are the one who is afraid of being close to someone. That’s why you cheated on me.”
“I said shut up!” Mark screamed, pushing the gun so hard into Carries’ forehead that it almost knocked her backwards.
“I don’t care if you shoot me,” Carrie whispered. “My life has been wasted on the shame and guilt I brought upon myself. I lost the one person-,” she paused, then corrected herself. “-the one turtle I ever truly cared about, the one I really loved wholeheartedly. Go ahead and take my life, Mark. I don’t have anything to live for anymore.”
“Now I wouldn’t say that.”
They both froze, and Mark slowly raised his eyes to the treetops. “What the fuck? Who said that?”
Mark focused his eyes on a large shadow that sat above him in the tree, the lights from the quarter moon catching the fire that burn in its eyes. The gun slid out of Mark’s grasp and he started to back away, but found himself knocked to the ground as Raphael descended on top of him. He flipped to his feet, then stepped over Mark and grabbed his shoulders, twisting him violently onto his back. Carrie gasped and cried out, finding it hard to believe that Raphael was standing right in front of her.
“Listen ta me, you sick little piece of shit!” Raphael growled into Mark’s face. “You got some nerve comin’ up here, thinkin’ you can get a piece of ass from her! Ya don’t have any idea how many times I’ve stopped stupid assholes like you from rapin’ girls like her! It makes me sick. You make me sick!”
He then dragged Mark across the snow by the belt loop of his jeans and shoved his face into Carrie’s.
“Look at her! She’s a fuckin’ mess cause of you! Not just on the outside, but inside too!”
Raphael jerked Mark away from Carrie and threw him back to the snow, straddling his body as he kneeled down into his face.
“Now how about I make ya look as bad as she does? Would ya like that? Mess up that pretty face of yers. Yeah, that’ll make all them girls just come runnin’ to yer door.” Raphael balled his fist up and raised it high over his head.
“No!” Mark cried. “Please don’t!”
Raphael lowered his fist, then began to laugh. “Ya know, that’s what I’ve heard them girls say to their attackers too. Funny how they never really listen do it.” His fist rose and Mark once again screamed, his arms raised to try to block the hit, but it never came. He lowered his arms and found Raphael holding the gun in his hand.
“And this, my friend, is just wrong. I don’t know what’s worse, punchin’ a girl or pointin’ a gun to her face! Why are ya makin’ this worse for yerself? ” He wrapped his thick forefinger around the trigger and held it to Mark’s terrified face. “How’s it feel ta be on the other side, pal?”
Mark’s mouth flapped, but no sound came out.
“Ya feel like a man now, Marky Mark? Ya feel all big and bad now?” Raphael grinned wickedly.
“No.” Mark whimpered.
“No?” Raphael repeated, his brow arching in false shock. “Well, ain’t that about shitty.” He tossed the gun into the woods, withdrew one of his sai in a quick motion, and held the point between Mark’s eyes.
“How about now?” Raphael growled deep in his throat as he slowly turned the point deeper into Mark’s skin, spilling a trickle of blood down the bridge of Mark’s nose. “ Ya feel like a tough guy? Or are ya about ta shit yer pants?” He pulled the sai back, then held it over the teeth of Mark’s open zipper.
“How about I just take away what ya think makes ya a man?” Raphael motioned to Mark’s crouch with his eyes.
Mark shook his head violently, but found his shaky hands refused to cover himself. “Please, don’t! I’ll never touch her again! I’ll- I won’t go near her! I swear! Just- don’t- don’t do that!”
Raphael tucked his sai under his wrist, grabbed a handful of Mark’s blonde hair, then yanked him closer.
“You better not, you little punk.” Raphael whispered with a devilish grin. “Cause if I ever hear about it, plan on not bein’ able ta jerk-off for a long time. Got me?”
Without waiting for an answer, Raphael threw Mark back, smiling as the stunned man slumped into a fidgeting ball. He turned his attention to Carrie, who was still in awe at the sight of him and his actions. They stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity, both of them unable to find the right words to say. The sound of distant police sirens broke the silence between them, and Raphael finally spoke.
“Ya better get back inside.”
Carrie turned her head as four local police cruisers pulled into her gravel driveway, knowing that Leonardo had made the call for her. But when she turned back to speak to Raphael, he was nowhere to be found. Forcing herself to her feet as the cops reached her front door, Carrie stumbled back across the snow in her frozen feet, ultimately knowing that things had finally worked out for her.
Hours later as the clock on the entertainment center struck four in the morning, Carrie, who was fully dressed again, bid the police officers a final farewell. She leaned against the inside of her door, her expression unchanged as Mark stared at her from the back of one of the cruisers. She let out a long sigh, knowing she would have to again see him in court the following month, but knew that he would finally be out of her life forever. The cops told her that he would be put in jail for a long time based on the drugs in his pocket on top of the assault charges Carrie filed on him. Carrie almost laughed as Mark was being cuffed, not only from getting the needed justice, but from his raving about the giant turtle that threatened to castrate him; a severe hallucination from the ecstasy, as she had told the police.
Carrie closed the door, turning to lean her back on it, and she pushed her bangs from her eyes. She inhaled deeply, noticing that the smells of the burning embers from the fireplace seemed sweeter. The white walls around her looked brighter. Carrie even felt lighter, like the stone that had been rolled over her soul was gone, but she knew she had one more thing to finish before she could really feel free.
She ventured out onto the back porch, finding Leonardo and Raphael preparing the bike for their trip. Carrie felt bad for not making them something to eat on the way up to New Hampshire, but knew that eating was the last thing on theirs minds. A smile found its way on Carrie’s lips as she watched the two brothers laughing and making jokes with each other. It reminded her of how they were before things became complicated with lies and pain, and some more tears came to her eyes. They turned to look at her, and Raphael seemed to motion at Leonardo to wait on him. Leonardo nodded, them smiled at Carrie, and she returned it with a warm feeling in her heart.
“So,” Raphael started when he joined her side. “I guess this is it, huh?”
“Yes.” Carrie said with a nod as she bit her bottom lip to hold her tears back.
Raphael shuffled around, his eyes glued to the floor. Carrie almost wanted him to not talk and just leave, but knew he wouldn’t.
“Look, about me runnin’ off like that-,” he rubbed his hands together furiously. “I gotta bad habit of it, ya know. But it helps me think about things, and-and, uh . . . shit.” Raphael then smiled and laughed at himself. “I told ya I fuckin’ stink at this.”
Carrie giggled and let only a few tears fall. “ No, you don’t.” She took his hands into hers, and their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. “Just speak from your heart. Tell me what it says.”
Raphael’s brow wrinkled, then softened as he took Carrie’s advice.
“I love you.”
The tears broke free all at once as Carrie fell into his arms. “I love you too, Raph.”
Raphael placed his hand on Carrie’s head, pushing her closer to the rapid beating of his heart, and he closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry I never told ya before. I wanted ta so bad . . . I got scared. I’ve never let myself feel this way about anyone. I didn’t want ta give into it. But with you,” he pulled her chin up to look back into her eyes. “It was so easy with ya. And don’t think I’m some wuss when I tell ya yer the best thing that ever happened ta me.”
Carrie laughed, then felt sadness creep over her as she looked at Leonardo. “ And about what I did to you and Leo, I can’t tell you how bad I feel about it. Or how ashamed I am of myself.”
“Hey, don’t think about that, okay?” Raphael demanded. “I was pissed at first, but after Leo and me talked about it, he made me realize that he’s got shit to deal with, and he needs some help doin’ it. It’ll take some time for us ta get over it, of course, but it’ll happen. Just like it always does. No matter how much we want to hate each other, we can’t do it.”
“And what about me? About what everything I did?” Carrie asked, her face lined with worry.
“Babe, if I was still pissed at ya, ya think I would be standin’ here talkin’ about it?” Raphael smirked, then examined the bruises on her face. “ After what that fucker did ta ya, I don’t care anymore. I really should have cut his dick off.”
Carrie sighed, feeling too tired to laugh anymore, and instead shook her head. “It will heal, just like all of my other scars will. I’ve got some of my own shit to deal with too.”
Raphael nodded, then lower his eyes to the space between their feet. “So I guess this means ya ain’t even thinkin’ about comin’ with me then.”
“What?” Carrie asked in a shocked, almost disgusted tone, but then explained herself as Raphael frowned and a look of hurt spread across his face. “ Raph, you know as well as I do that I can’t do that.”
“I know, I know,” Raphael recalled Leonardo’s words. “It ain’t fair ta you, it wouldn’t be fair ta my family. You got yer own life, we got ours. Blah, blah, blah. I know that, but-,” His fingers softly brushed Carrie’s cheek, tracing the lines made by her tears. “How the hell am I gonna get by without ya? I won’t be able ta stand not seeing yer face when I wake up or being able ta hold you, or-”
Tears soaked through his mask and this only made Carrie’s heart break a little bit more. “You will, just like I’ll find a way to get by without you.” She patted his cheek, then caressed it with her fingertips, her teeth anchoring her quivering bottom lip. “Maybe you should go so this doesn’t get any harder for us.”
“Yeah, yeah I should go. We need ta start before the sun comes up.” Raphael began to loosen his tight grip on Carrie’s waist, but then pulled her into his lips for a deep and emotional kiss, one that placed goose bumps on her arms and more tears to her face.
“Maybe we’ll run inta each other someday,” Raphael said as he pulled away from Carrie and slowly stepped off the porch, his hands refusing to let go of her until he was back on the snowy ground. “Maybe finish what we started.”
“Maybe.” Carrie replied sadly, knowing deep down that they never would. She smiled at Leonardo and blew him a kiss. “Take care, Leo. You are truly one of my best friends. I’ll miss you.”
“As will I with you.” He said with a bow, then climbed on the bike behind Raphael. The kickstand went up, and Raphael gave Carrie one final look before cranking the throttle and steering the bike past the barn and into the woods, taking her heart right along with him as he disappeared from her sight.
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