gabriel ozsan

Looking forward, the young brunette pulling her knees up to her small frame, resting her head against them. “Why didn’t you just go away, after that night at the boat house?” She asked, her eyes forward, never looking away as her fingers laced on her shins.

Gabriel snickered before looking at the kids, his eyes directed back to the road as he pulled up at her large home. He turned to look at her before unlocking his seat belt. "I couldn't let you get away that easy, now could I?" 

This time Carter gasped lightly, her eyes finding his chocolate brown ones. “You are a monster. How could you threaten the lives of two one year olds?” She spat, her eyes wide, laced with anger and fear. Giving in, the brunette girl nodded before pushing the stroller back to the car, opening the door to place her children in their seats. Sighing she put the stroller in the boot before making her way to her door. Looking back at Gabriel she shook her head, her chocolate brown curls swaying with her.

Gabriel smirked before watching her walk her children to the car. He pointed the gun at her again before gesturing her into the passenger seat of the car. He walked over to the driver’s side before getting in, watching her closely. "How about we go home and wait for the loving pretty boy of yours?"

Stopping her tracks, she turned to him, the gun placed perfectly in his large grip. Laughing she walked up to him, pulling on her shirt lightly. “Fucking shoot me then.” She replied back, her small head held high. Pulling down her shirt lightly she revealed the rather large bullet wound from her father. “People really like shooting me, don’t they.” Scoffing again, she walked forward again, her chest pressed against the outstretched gun. “Go on Gabriel, shoot me.”

Gabriel let out a small laugh, the woman so eager to be shot. He took a step back and held the gun by his side before raising it again, only to aim it at her children. He let out an evil laugh before looking at the woman. "What if I threatened to kill you're children, would you still refuse to get in the car?"

Carter scoffed, her eyes rolling. “Me nor my children are getting in the car with you. Take my fucking car, I don’t give a shit. But you’re delusional if you think I’m getting in there with you.” Pulling the stroller and herself backward from her car, she started walking away, her mind set as a new rush of confidence kicked in. Shaking her head, she pushed the twins away from the man she never wanted them to meet.

Gabriel pulled the gun from the back of his jeans before pointing it towards Carter and her children, his eyes showing fire. He cleared his throat with exaggeration before taking a step towards her. "Are you forgetting something, Carter? Get in the fucking car!" Gabriel shouted before holding his finger gently on the trigger, aiming it at the still frail woman. 

Reaching her car, the young brunette fumbled through her bag for the keys. She was shaking that much that in the process of trying to find her keys, she dropped her bag. “Fuck!” She exclaimed, her small hand finding her forhead, breathing out in frustration. When Gabriel walked up to her, she felt a sob break free. “I am the way I am because of you! Fuck my father, if anything he helped me. But you. Oh baby you fucked my life up so much.” She spat, anger in her voice, her body aching. “I don’t have anything wrong. You did that to me. I’m positive. I remember your eyes, the accent. Everything.”

Gabriel snatched the bag from out from under her before racing to grab the keys out of her bag. He looked down at the children before grinding his teeth, looking her in the eyes. "Put the children in the car. Now!" Gabriel said just above normal volume, his eyes looking back at her. He let out a small laugh before watching her closely, his eyes showing violence and hate towards her. "Get in the passenger seat..."

"I’m not crazy!" She yelled, her voice broken. She remembered it clearly, it WAS him. He could she forget, his eyes, his accent. It pieced together perfectly, one giant puzzle. “It was you! You hurt me. You raped me. Broke me. I am the way I am because of you!” Her eyes laced with anger, fear and ever emotion available. She couldn’t wrap her mind around everything, her tears fell down her cheeks, her body shaking. “S-Stay away from me. Stay away from my c-children.” She grabbed the stroller and started pushing her children to her car.

Gabriel let out a sinister laugh before following her slightly, his eyes focussed on her frame as it walked away. He projected his voice so that he was loud enough for her to hear him. "You’re crazy! You’re the way you are because of your fucking father!" Gabriel yelled before turning his back slightly, wiping his face with his hand before realising she was going to go home to Colton and tell him she knew who it was. He turned back and paced after her, catching up to her. "Listen, Carter. You have this all wrong!"

Freezing in the spot, the only thing moving was the black gun as her hand shook, her eyes watering. “It was you.” Was the only words that she could form, tears fell freely down her porcelain cheeks, her deep and husky voice broken. “W-Why.” Her grip on the gun flatered and soon it clattered to the hard concrete. “I r-remember. I remember everything. The way you were, how you acted.” Looking down at her beautiful children, so innocent, not knowing how evil the world was. “My children nearly lost me, Colton struggled for months to help me with everything. I couldn’t set foot in my own children’s nursery.”

Gabriel's facial expression of sinister soon changed to confused. How was she remembering? He raised his eyebrows to try and maintain his confused facial expression, trying to convince her that he had no idea what she was on about. He took a step forward and grabbing her gun, placing it in the back of his jeans as he took a step away. He stuttered on his words before looking down at her children. "Have you gone mad? What in the hell are you talking about..." 

Her reflexes jumped and she twisted her arm to pull his behind his back, pulling her gun hastily out of the back of her jeans, she placed it on his lower back, her face near his ear. “Touch me again, I fucking dare you.” She muttered, pushing the small metal gun deeper into his back before pulling back and looking around the large, empty car park. Ever since she was attacked, the brunette girl didn’t risk anything, always keeping her gun on her at all times. Pushing away her Irish Ex Boyfriend, she looked toward her children, sighing she gripped the handle of her gun tighter, keeping it faced toward Gabriel.

Gabriel let out a loud, sinister laugh before taking a step closer to her after she had pushed him away, his eyes showing his personality; evil. He pursed his lips before looking down at the children, his eyebrows raising. "You know, I always did like it when you got fiesty with me, baby. But really? In front of the children. I thought you were better than that." Gabriel said before looking her body up and down, his eyes flickering between her and the gun every now and then. "You know, I heard about your little... incident. Is that the reason you take a gun with you when grocery shopping with your children?"

Carter scoffed this time, her eyes laced with anger. “This is actually quite hilarious. Don’t you think I know about his past? Do you think i’d jump into a serious relationship blind. I’m not dating you anymore.” Her words were laced with a venomous snare, her eyes creasing at the corners. “I know all about his murderous father, And I know exactly what it’s like.” This time, she was angry and it showed in her eyes, her voice, her posture. “Do you think I’m a fucking idiot?”

Gabriel's arm raised and brought his palm across the side of her face as his other hand kept a hold of her upper arm, his teeth grinding as he did so. Her tone caused him to go off, his eyes narrowing down on her, his stare furious and scary. "You know what, I do think you're a fucking idiot. You don't know anything about that pretty boy of yours. You're going to wish you never got rid of me, bitch."

The long brunette hair swayed as she shook her head, pursing her thin red lips. “After everything, Gabe. I’ve learnt not to trust a single word you say.” And with that, she grasped the handle of the stroller and spun them around, making her way out. Hoping he wouldn’t follow. Breathing out, she tried to relax her body, everything was wrong, the feeling that she had, an uneasy sick feeling that sat in the pit of her stomach. 

Gabe followed the woman outside, his eyes looking her frame up and down. He gently grabbed her upper arm before before spinning her around, looking her deeply in the eyes. "Carter, I'm a better man than Colton now. I mean, do you really know all that much about the father of your children. I mean, the murderous father, the reason to all his problems. What if he was to lash out at one of your children? Plus, I'm more than certain he already has hurt you, am I right?" Gabriel said, laying all the facts down in front of Carter. He had done his research. He knew almost everything about her lover.

Her heart sunk when Gabriel’s hand played with Willow’s extended one, she didn’t want him anywhere near her children but there was nothing she could do, she didn’t want an outburst. Looking back up at him, she faked a smile. “One and a half,” She stifled a laugh at his last words, he knew he was putting it on for the sake of her children. “Yes, he is.”

Gabriel noticed the scared and defensive look in her eyes, and he liked it. He faked a straight face before standing up, looking Carter in the eyes. He cleared his throat before taking a step towards her, his eyes trying to show sadness. "You know Carter, I have changed after that night on that boat. I'm not the man I used to be... You can stop with the defensive shield because I'm not that guy any more." Lies. All lies. But she didn't know that. 

Carter watched the Irish male in front of her with cautiousness eyes. His eyes raking over her body, making her stomach turn. She didn’t understand what he meant by different, she was normal the same. A uneasy feeling came across her when he started looking down at her babies, Willow reaching out for the man as Alex just looked at him. “Colton’s eyes.” She said, her tone strong, defensive. 

Gabriel knelt down as the little girl extended her arms up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked down at the young child. The smile, almost smirk, never left his lips as he played with the child’s hands. He looked up at Carter, her eyes watching him closely. "They’re so big. How old are they? I didn’t even know you had children. Colton’s a lucky man."

Her breathing was jagged, her heart beating roughly against her rib cage, her grip tightened on the stroller of her twins. Stepping back slightly, her gaze adverted to the floor, her mind racing. “G-Gabriel, l-long time no see.” Carter tried to remember when she saw him last, the night of Alek Levisky’s luxurious boat party. Her mind tried to tell her that she had seen one after that, but she couldn’t remember where. Ignoring it, she pulled the stroller behind her, standing up straight as some confidence built her her small frame. “I’m fine." No thanks to you, she mentally added. 

Gabriel smiled. She didn’t remember a damn thing. He let his arms fall to his side before letting out a large breath, his eyes looking down at her two children. He let out a small chuckle before looking up at Carter again. "You look different… Did you dye your hair?" Gabriel smirked before looking down at the two small children. "Look at these two critters. They look just like their mother… Only blue eyes."

Months had passed, three to be exact since Carter Monroe was allowed home, and her recovery was going great. Almost back to how she used to be, her mind remembered nothing, only small things, brown eyes, accent. That was it, but her mind couldn’t clue it together. Who had beaten her, raped her. Instead she lived day by day, enjoying the fact that she was alive and well with the three most important people anyone could have, her boyfriend and her two beautiful children. The day of course started like any other for the brunette beauty, the more bird and the sound of her children’s gibberish woke her up. Colton had gone to work early that morning to finish paperwork so she had the place to herself. When she went to make her now one and a half year old twins something to eat, she saw that they were low on food and she earned for some fresh air away from her house. Dressing herself she placed her gorgeous twins in the car and drove to a local shop. Pushing the large double stroller in her eyes landed on a familiar figure and she froze.

Gabriel walked throughout the grocery store after having to find nothing good in the house, he noticed a woman with a double stroller. How is she even alive? Gabriel thought. He hadn't heard or seen anything about her in months, so he had just assumed that he had murdered her. His face placed a smug look upon it before he walked over to her, his arms crossed over his chest as his accent rolled off of his tongue. "Morning, Carter. How have you been?" Gabriel asked, his voice smug with confidence as he looked the woman dead in the eyes, intimidating her with his powerful looks. 

Carter wasn’t going to take his abuse anymore. Her body ached at his violent outburst. When he shoved her to the wall, she braced herself against it. Pushing herself up, the petite woman found her feet. Her body rocking with anger. “Get the fuck out of my house!” She screamed, her voice high pitched and lingering with hatred. “You have no right! Gabriel. None what so fucking ever to be here.” Her hand balled up into a fist, her fingers clenching in anger. “Don’t you dare say that you fucking monster. Look at you now, still as fucked up and psychotic as ever.”

Gabriel watched as she got all defensive, a small snicker escaping his lips. He took a step towards her and got her in his embrace, spinning her around and holding her from behind, his lips next to her ear as he let out another chuckle. "Or what? Huh, you're going to start throwing punches. Sweetheart, one swing and you'll have no energy left." Gabriel said before opening the door with one arm and throwing it open, picking her up and walking her back to the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed before standing over her, his eyes showing anger. He punched her in the jaw. 1... 2... 3 times before he stopped, watching her as he body rolled over on the bed. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up so that she was sitting, his eyes glaring into hers. "Where's your Colton now, huh? No one's going to save you, Carter. No one." Gabriel laughed before pushing her back down on the bed, his eyes shutting for a moment. "I may be a monster, but fuck. I have so much fun with you."

Something was up. That was certain in the brunette girls mind as he wrapped his arms around her fragile body. She was curious as to what his plans were, her mind turning. “It doesn’t work like that Gabriel.” She muttered, her eyes never leaving his as he wiped the stained blood off her body. With weak legs, she pushed herself away from him. “I loved you. Do you heard that? Loved. I don’t anymore. I’m happy.” That was the complete truth. She didn’t have feelings for Gabriel anymore. “Gabe, I’m really happy.” She whispered, her eyes looked up at him, her tear stained cheeks red and puffy for the amounts of crying. She didn’t care about the fact that she was completely naked, covered in blood and bruises, her face stiff and sore. She didn’t care that he was pouring out his heart to her. She didn’t believe him.

Gabriel’s eyes turned from kind to evil in less than a second. His eyebrows narrowed as she spoke, his mouth showing most of his anger. He bit down on his lower lip before grunting, pushing her against the wall and onto the floor. He slammed the bathroom door shut before locking it, his eyes showing the real Gabriel now. ”You little bitch!” He slapped her fair across the face with the back of his hand before taking a step backwards, his stare hitting hers. "You think Colton can make you happy? You think he isn’t going to turn into me? Because, you already turned one man violent against you, who says he isn’t going to do the same. Do the math, sugar. And let’s be honest, I saw the mark on your face when I first arrived. That’s just the start of what he is going to do to you." 

Carter watched his behavior change, his eyes softening. She ignored his first comment, her weak, cold hands finding his cheeks. She listened to him talk, her eyes watering slightly. “I just want to know where the man that I fell in love with went.” She murmured  her voice broken, cracked. She let go of his face to sink into the bathtub further, the body only now adjusting the cold harsh feeling of the water. She wanted to slid underneath the water and never submerge, her body wanting to be free. She knew this wouldn’t last long, his kindness, his guilt. She knew that the moment she would say something completely wrong, he’d lash out, resulting in her getting hurt again. She couldn’t handle that. “I had to leave, Gabe,” Her voice dripping with certainty. “I was pregnant, and you told me I couldn’t keep it. That night at the boat house, you wrecked me that much. I had a miscarriage. My body couldn’t withstand you. You’re poisonous. Gabriel Ozsan.” She whispered, hoping she didn’t say the wrong thing. Looking at him, her eyes sad she slid down the bathtub and under the water, holding her breath. Her eyes open wide as her hair moved around effortlessly in the water.