Chapter 140

CARTER’S POV

“Fuck!” I exclaimed and threw the bottle of bourbon at the wall. It hit the wall with a thud and fell to the ground where it started to pour out.

“Did you see that?” I asked Ciara “It didn’t even break.”

She looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language.

“I’m in so much pain, I can’t even throw hard enough.” I explained angrily.

“If you are in so much pain, maybe stop trying to throw things.” she suggested.

“And where does that leave me? Unable to function!” I answered my own question as she seemed to not understand.

“What’s on your neck?” Ciara asked with a shocked look on her face.

“What’s on my neck?” I walked slowly to the standing mirror on the landing of the staircase.

I had to move slowly, my joints hurt if I tried to move at a normal pace. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes had sunk into my skull. I was emaciating in real time.

I looked closely at my neck in the mirror. There were green, web-like lines running up my neck. I walked back to