He was used to it by now, all the words they threw at him, and all of the things they did to him... But just because he was used to it didn't mean it wouldn't stop hurting. Carter had always been a good kid, that's what his teachers and people who knew him said. Except for his family. His parents seemed kind on the outside, but at home it was a whole new story. Carter never really did get beat or anything...not usually anyways. He had four other siblings, well three, but he still counted the miscarriage. The eldest was his sister, Marie, then his older brother Lucifer, and finally his other brother James who was his twin. James was the older of the two of them, but only by a few minutes.
As young children James always hung out with their older brother Lucifer in fear of being teased as Carter was. Although James spent most of his time playing games with Lucifer, whenever he wasn't around the two twins would play together. Marie on the other hand was usually helping their mother with housework, but in her free time she would draw and read to her hearts content. Carter looked up to her as a role model seeing as she was the nicest one in the family. He also found the things she drew fascinating and would try to copy them.
Once they were older, the twins didn't really play together as they did before. Sadly for Carter, James took a liking to Lucifer. Lucifer was always playing mean pranks and saying hurtful things; James followed Lucifer's footsteps and went along teasing both Marie and Carter. This went on through their childhood and into their teen years.
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