Yes, daddy

two POV's

                                                                                RAY'S POV

I groan and roll over, I had just gone upstairs to play but the moment my feet hit the top of the stairs, I was totally out of my headspace.

I'm now currently laying on the floor of Mr. Carter's room staring at the ceiling. I'm drowning in boredom.

I don't know what I'm allowed to touch and what I'm not, and frankly, even if I were, I wouldn't even know what to do. I peer around the door and spot a huge flat-screen TV hanging on the wall in front of the bed. I haven't watched TV in a while now. 

I hesitantly stand up and walk over to where the remote is sitting on the nightstand.

He hadn't said anything about me not being able to watch TV but for some reason, I still feel like I'm doing something wrong. I guess it was because at my old house, with my parents, I wasn't allowed to do anything. There would be unknown rules that I would have with unknown consequences. 

With my parents, my punishments were a surprise. They were usually beatings but sometimes they'd hold my head underwater or they'd stick my hands in a pan that was heated on the stove. 

The worse punishment I think I've ever gotten was when they tied me to a tree in my back yard during a blizzard, naked.

I had almost died had a neighbor not noticed me outside. They had come out to help me and let me stay at their house but once the storm was over they told me that it was time to go. 

I had returned home to a beating because 'I had not' been punished since a neighbor helped me. 

I click the power button at the top of the remote and the television lights up. What's on the screen however is.....not child-friendly. It was fifty shades of grey. Which I most likely wasn't allowed to watch, but he won't know. He's downstairs with his stupid family, the family he doesn't want to know about me.

                                                                               JAKE'S(Mr. Carter's) POV

When the doorbell rings, I jump up to go answer it. When  I open it the first face that I see is my little sisters. I see her every day at school so it wasn't like I never saw her. My parents, however, I haven't seen them in a while. 

One of the main reasons why I hadn't wanted Ray to be down here was because of her. She wasn't nice if at all and I know for a fact that she could be rude towards Ray. It was bound to happen. 

"Hey Jake!" She says with her annoying voice. Don't get me wrong I love my sister but that doesn't mean she doesn't annoy the heck out of me. 

"Hello Mika" I greet and then say "Where's mom and dad?" right when I ask I get tackled into a big hug. I'm jerked back a few steps but soon find my balance and hug back. I can tell it's my mom from many reasons. The main reason is her perfume. It was always comforting to me when I was younger and it still does. It makes me feel enveloped and safe. It's hard to explain. 

"Hey Jakey wakey!" She says and pinches my cheeks. She looks about 30 even though she's about 50 years old now. She had me when she was 23 and she had my sister when she was 30. A little while after Nicole was born she had a cyst form on her ovary which burst and there were some complications. Plus, they only ever really wanted two kids so it wasn't that much of a problem. Except for the fact that my mom had been in so much pain, she couldn't sit down and she'd always be hunched over in pain. 

"Hey mom," I say "Hey dad." my dad simply just nods his head at me and doesn't say anything. He wasn't a talkative person. He never had been, at least around me.

I step aside and let them in. I just hope that there won't be any problems with Ray coming down or something.