Post by Carter Shaw on Oct 6, 2020 9:44:54 GMT -5
A copy of the following letter was found in the mailbox of AW Headquarters. No return address. A sticky note stuffed inside the envelope that simply said, "Publish Me".
Carter,
Did you once actually think about me?
Did you ever really, really think of me? As a human being and not as a token in the world of Carter Shaw?
When I was fucking kidnapped and held captive, did you spend any amount of time actually thinking about what I was going through? Or did you immediately focus on trying to play hero so that YOU could be the one to save me?
That’s all you did this whole time. Every thought you had, every move you made was all about YOU. YOUR anger at Corey Bull and how it was affecting YOUR life and YOUR plans. How he was showing YOU up and how he was making YOU chase him. That’s all I saw and that’s all the world saw. You weren’t pushed over the edge until a house was burned down. Why? Because it was your house, because it meant something to you. The only thing that ever meant something to you when it came to me...was that it just had to be you that saved me.
This was your way in, right? Because you want a fucking sister so bad? Because you love family so much, but I was going to be nothing but another notch in your “I was the good guy” belt.
You’re not a good guy, Carter. A good guy would have accepted 5 fucking months ago that I wanted nothing to do with you. That my concept of family isn’t as desperate and life-dependent as yours.
I didn’t need you.
You needed me.
You needed something. Something to save. Ironically, it came to literally just that, didn’t it? And why? Because of your fucking life. This was all your fault. Your world, you crossing Corey Bull, you wanting so bad for me to accept you and what, wrestle for AW so you have a little “sister” to look out for? To give you another little iota of importance in a world that doesn’t give a shit about you?
Just stop. Corey and Valerie have let me go. Good for you for beating Corey Bull, add it like helium to the ego you exhaust yourself denying that you have. Mr. Good Guy. Mr. Integrity. Enjoy the fucking ‘high road’, because every high road leads to a fucking cliff.
Just embrace your selfishness, Carter, because the only person you want to be a ‘hero’ to is yourself.
They let me go. You need to do the same.
Samantha Shaw Rose
Carter,
Did you once actually think about me?
Did you ever really, really think of me? As a human being and not as a token in the world of Carter Shaw?
When I was fucking kidnapped and held captive, did you spend any amount of time actually thinking about what I was going through? Or did you immediately focus on trying to play hero so that YOU could be the one to save me?
That’s all you did this whole time. Every thought you had, every move you made was all about YOU. YOUR anger at Corey Bull and how it was affecting YOUR life and YOUR plans. How he was showing YOU up and how he was making YOU chase him. That’s all I saw and that’s all the world saw. You weren’t pushed over the edge until a house was burned down. Why? Because it was your house, because it meant something to you. The only thing that ever meant something to you when it came to me...was that it just had to be you that saved me.
This was your way in, right? Because you want a fucking sister so bad? Because you love family so much, but I was going to be nothing but another notch in your “I was the good guy” belt.
You’re not a good guy, Carter. A good guy would have accepted 5 fucking months ago that I wanted nothing to do with you. That my concept of family isn’t as desperate and life-dependent as yours.
I didn’t need you.
You needed me.
You needed something. Something to save. Ironically, it came to literally just that, didn’t it? And why? Because of your fucking life. This was all your fault. Your world, you crossing Corey Bull, you wanting so bad for me to accept you and what, wrestle for AW so you have a little “sister” to look out for? To give you another little iota of importance in a world that doesn’t give a shit about you?
Just stop. Corey and Valerie have let me go. Good for you for beating Corey Bull, add it like helium to the ego you exhaust yourself denying that you have. Mr. Good Guy. Mr. Integrity. Enjoy the fucking ‘high road’, because every high road leads to a fucking cliff.
Just embrace your selfishness, Carter, because the only person you want to be a ‘hero’ to is yourself.
They let me go. You need to do the same.