All Chapters of Carter: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sound of my work alarm startled me. My heart was pounding. I quickly switched it off, not wanting to wake Logan. I grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom. As I passed Logan’s room the door was open, and the bed was empty. He was already up and gone. I hovered in his doorway thinking about him for a moment before shaking it off. After getting ready I grabbed some food quickly and headed into the city. I arrived for my meeting a little earlier than expected and signed into reception. I was greeted by a few colleagues as they passed through during their morning coffee runs. It wasn’t long though before I was invited into a meeting room. My boss was there along with an HR representative. Walking into the room felt like I was walking into the principal's office at school. Although I knew being here was a good start, the atmosphere felt eerily negative somehow. After some discussion, a lot of going back and forth, they agreed that I had done enough work with them to complete

“Logan, can you describe your feelings towards Leah on that evening.” “She was just a random person on the street.” I felt pain inside. It was like the knife had just been plunged into me again. “And can you tell us the nature of your relationship now?” There was a momentary pause before his answer. “There isn’t one. I offered her shelter and somewhere she could feel safe until her home is released by the police.” The cut just got even deeper. It was like he was purposely trying to hurt me. Suddenly, I felt like I was drowning. “I need some air.” I started shakily. I ran out of the room and found myself running out of the building and onto the street. As my feet hit the concrete I inhaled deeply. I felt like I was drowning in thin air. His words were cutting me into a thousand pieces. I felt a hand on my shoulder that made me jump. I turned and found Evelyn standing there. “Leah, he needs to tell us the truth and he isn’t doing that.” “It felt pretty real to me.” I sna

“Yes!” He returned with force. “You’re the one that said you were leaving!” He reinforced. “I never said I was leaving Logan! I said I needed to move on, I need to finish my work placement, pass my exams and move on from there. Moving on doesn’t necessarily mean leaving, it means moving on from what has happened to me and moving onto hopefully something new and better for me! You’re the one that said I am nothing to you!” Two can play at that game! I thought. I felt my gut twisting and the emotional pain rising within me. My chest had tightened and my eyes pricked with tears that I was trying to hold back. I refused to cry over him. He dropped my arm and stepped back. His eyes flashed from side to side as he tested his memory for his recollection of what he walked into on that day. “I only said that because I thought you were leaving. I thought you didn’t want me, and it hurt...” His voice trailed off as the realisation hit home. “So, you wanted to hurt me in return. Well con

Evelyn stood up and walked to the middle of the desks. She took a deep breath, and I followed her lead. “Miss Garrison, have you ever had a one-night stand?” I felt the colour drain from my face. What did this have to do with the case? “Miss Garrison?” “Yes, once.” “Do you remember when you had the one-night stand?” “It was about 2 weeks after I moved here.” “And when was that exactly?” “I moved here on November the 18th last year.” “Objection, relevance.” Gideon shouted. “Mr. Davenport brought into question the memory of the witness; I am simply testing the waters on that subject.” “Very well, keep it within scope Mrs. Ward.” The judge agreed. Evelyn nodded and turned back to me, “It’s safe to say then that the one-night stand happened around the beginning of December, is that correct?” “Yes.” “Now, Miss Garrison this was someone you were intimate with, do you remember their name?” I looked at her realising what she was doing, “Yes, Luke.” “Do you remember his

The afternoon was filled with more witnesses to testify to the defendants' characters. Evelyn slaughtered them all on the stand and turned them into noncredible witnesses when their criminal history came up. We were dismissed and sent home for the day as 5pm hit. I wasn’t sure whether to go to Logan’s apartment or the hotel. I found myself back at the hotel and tried to call him. However, he didn’t answer my call. Was this karma for me ignoring him? I found myself spending most of the night pacing around the hotel room. I wanted to run to him, I wanted, no needed to see Logan. One question kept coming up in my mind every time I reached for the door handle on the hotel room – has too much been said and done between us? I had to wonder whether it was too late or not. The next few days in court were draining. Evidence and witnesses one after another. Police and Amelia were called to the stand. Pictures of my injuries were shown over and over. Pictures of my home were shown. I was on