The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Bethany]

The sight of his tears guts her rising anger instantly, the instinctive switch to aggression to cover confusion and hurt averted. "Like your Burden is back," she says softly, her own eyes already overfilled. "Please... please, it's okay, I forgive you if you- if you need it, just- please. Please let this have been a good thing with just a little bump. Can't we be okay?"

[Carver Amell]

"B-beth," he whispers, wiping at his eyes. "It's not you, it's not your fault, I just-- I can't-- I-- I did this, I f-fucked up, I c-can't-- I n-need-- N-no. You n-need m-me. S-so I... So I... I have to st-stay."

[Bethany]

"You did- Carver, no. It was a simple mistake, six months ago I would have loved that move. Most girls would I think. Just- just find out if they've been... hurt like I was first. I should have told you to- to avoid doing that," Beth says rapidly, hands rising to reach out for him and lowering several times. "And- wait, have to- Carver, talk to me, what do you need?"

[Carver Amell]

He shakes his head, swallowing hard. "I have to-- I have to fix it," he says, his voice dull. "Just tell me what to do."

[Bethany]

"I just did," Beth snaps, a prickle of annoyance that she has to take care of him because she had a rape flashback rising in her. "This is about us, not just me. You tell me what went wrong. Why are you- what happened?"

[Carver Amell]

He flinches back from her, silent, swallowing hard. 

[Bethany]

Beth sags back onto the bed, the energy draining out of her. "Fine, whatever," she mutters. "Why should I keep trying when you won't?"

[Carver Amell]

Carver flinches again, stomach heaving. His hands begin to tremble, but he balls them into fists, grabbing at part of his shirt, trying to stop them. Trying to sit still, trying to focus. Help Beth, he thinks dully. 

"Do you-- do you want some tea?" he manages, his voice overly soft, but audible. 

[Bethany]

"I want my brother," Beth whispers. "I want my twin. I want him to trust me again. I want him to care."

[Carver Amell]

He looks up, then, face twisting in hurt and shock, swallowing hard. How can she say that?! When I'm-- I'm doing this for her?!

But he knows if he speaks, he'll start another argument. Wordlessly, he shakes his head, getting to his feet. I should go. This is making it worse. Everything I do makes it worse. He stumbles toward the door, hands still shaking.

[Bethany]

"That- that right there! I just said something that hurt you- what? Carver, I can't read your mind, you have to talk to me," Beth pleads. 

[Carver Amell]

"I love you, Beth," he whispers, but that's all -- he reaches for the doorknob, pulls it open to leave.

[Bethany]

Beth bursts into tears, unable to handle just how badly this had gone. "Please... Please promise me, you'll go find someone to be with?" she begs. "Don't be alone right now?" I just fuck everything up but- but it's not safe for- for him to-

[Carver Amell]

He shakes his head, once, and slips out the door. I'll have a bath. Then later I can.. we can start over.

[Bethany]

Did... did I just kill my brother? Beth thinks dully. She stares at the door for a long moment, trying to move. Finally, she stumbles to her feet to go after him but her legs buckle, her right calf cramping savagely from the sudden movement after holding her entire body so tightly tense. Muffling a cry, she grips her leg, eyes flooding with even more tears. 

Everything I do goes wrong....