Jack threw a glass at Carter. "You've been trouble from the day you were born. You're done, Carter," Jack said. "I’m done with you. This is the last straw."
Not wanting to suffer the abuse anymore, Carter walked off. He heard someone running behind him. Allie.
"I didn't do it," he said, giving her a pleading look. "I'm not that stupid."
"It's okay, Carter. I'm going to figure this out," Allie said, rubbing his arms reassuringly.
She guided him outside, and he gulped the fresh air.
"Maybe she stole it out of your trash can," Allie said. "I bet you weren't flushing the condoms."
"I can't be a father, especially not with her." Carter moaned then doubled over and puked. "I can't do this."
"We just don't know," Allie said, rubbing his back.
"You know I didn't sleep with her," he said.
Allie was silent. "I don't believe you willingly slept with her. But maybe she drugged you or… I don't know." She ran her fingers through his hair.
While they stood there, Jack and Nancy walked outside. They stood in front of the clubhouse in silence as a car pulled up, and Jack pushed Carter inside.
He hated his family, and he hated that they believed Stacy and not him.
More miserable than he'd ever been in his life, he stared out of the window as they pulled away from the clubhouse, and he watched as Allie went back inside.
65
Allie
Carter's family had whisked him and Stacy away, and it pained Allie that she couldn't be with Carter. He looked so upset!
Unfortunately, Allie still had to oversee the rest of the reception.
As soon as Allie returned to the dining room, Brandy ran over to her, hauling her huge white dress with her.
"You ruined my wedding!" Brandy yelled at her. "Stacy is your friend, and sheruinedmy wedding!"
Around them, the topic of conversation was Stacy's announcement and the inevitable fallout. Allie could hear the whispers and see the obvious stares of people gawking at Brandy's reaction.
"Stop it," Allie hissed. "You're making it worse."
"You don't want to look crazy in your pictures," Liz said, leading Brandy to the powder room. She and Allie hurriedly tried to fix Brandy's hair and freshen up her makeup.
Then Allie sat the bride down next to Fernando and brought her lots of drinks. After motioning to the DJ to hurry the evening along, Allie told the caterers to make sure the alcohol was flowing freely. Maybe if everyone was good and drunk, they would forget about what had happened.
"I don't know who we're kidding," Liz said to her. "This is going to be the talk of the town for the next year at least."
"Why couldn't Stacy at least do it at the end of the evening?" Allie groaned.
Allie was sure his family blamed her for this. How could this happen? She was going to kill Stacy. How had she even hijacked the computer for the videos?
When she saw him at work the next week, Carter seemed depressed, Allie thought.
"We can't know until the baby is born," Allie said, trying to reassure him.
He shrugged her off. Carter didn't come over to her apartment in the evenings anymore. Allie hoped he wasn't mad at her.
"He just needs some space," Liz said.
