Chapter 35

I entered the bedroom again and sat on the bed. I saw an old guitar leaning up on the closet door. It had the initials, C.G.K, scribbled on it. Before I could inspect it, there was a knock on the door. I answered and Carson came into the room. "I see you look much better." He observed as he walked over to the bed where I sat. "Not really. I'm still having an headache." I respond, then pointed to the guitar. "Is that yours?" Carson looked in the direction I pointed. "Yeah. It's been a while since I used that. I didn't even know it was in here." "What does the 'G' stands for?" I asked curiously. "Gershard." He said simply. "Gershard? That's a very unusual name." I said. "I don't use it, because I don't like it." He said. "Well I like it. It's a very nice name." I replied. "I hope you won't start calling me that." He warned. I smiled teasingly at him. "Maybe I will." "Kayla, you better stop." He said glaring at me, but his lips was tugging up into a concealed smile. "Stop what