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Meet Carter Blake (Eye of the Storm)

  • Writer: Teresa Arrowood
    Teresa Arrowood
  • May 21, 2019
  • 3 min read

My name is Carter Blake. I was born into a service family. My father was a detective and my mother a teacher before I came along. When I say was, that’s what I mean. Was. They were killed by a drunk driver when I was very young, and my sister hadn’t turned three. They were on their way to an anniversary dinner. They hadn’t been out alone in years and my father decided he wanted to give her a treat. I remember that night. I didn’t want my mother to leave, my sister cried. It was a cold and snowy night. My father was a good driver there was no reason to think they wouldn’t return. We were left with a fine lady. She was pleasant and had visited many times. My sister and I adored her. I knew there was something wrong when one of my father colleges came to the door that evening. Our world changed in a blink of an eye. No one in the family wanted to be burdened with two kids except our grandmother. She tried to take care of us, and she did until she became ill and was no longer to do so. Then is when darkness came.

We were placed in foster care. None of the families we stayed with was for long. In a month or two we were placed into a foster home with a man and his wife. A prominent man. No one would of thought of him committing illegal acts toward children. He did. To protect my sister, I took his abuse and endured it for several years. By the time my parents adopted us the damage had been done. I lived a life of violence, nightmares, drug abuse. I went to law school on the honor system. I got caught selling my stash of drugs to get more. I was kicked out of school. It wasn’t until I threatened suicide sitting on the edge of the bed with my father’s firearm that my dad and mother had me committed to a rehab center. I hated them for it, that is until I met this beautiful broken girl. She was drawn into herself and I was the only one it seemed that could break through tat protective shell. I fell in love with her. She was much too young for me, so I went on with my life once I was released from rehab. It was meeting her that changed my life. I went back to school and became an officer. I met and married my wife in which did not go well. She loved me I can’t say she didn’t. She put up with more than she should have had to. She gave me a lovely daughter that I adore, but I was unable to love my wife the way I should have. She spent the time on this earth trying to turn me to God. On her death bed shortly after the birth of our daughter, she got her wish. I have gone on to live my life for God.

I was slowly putting my life together and raising our daughter when a call came from my sister who was having trouble of her own. Fear filled her voice and I was on my way to her home when I had an accident hitting a culvert. I don’t remember much after that. What happened next left me with the best thing that had ever happened in my life.

Carter Blake

 
 
 

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