Carrie: Blood of Redemption is a 2017 Supernatural Drama/Thriller film and is the sequel to the 2013 remake film "Carrie". Directed once more by Kimberly Pierce, produced this time by David Heyman and Jason Blum and distributed by Universal Pictures, Heyday Films and Blumhouse Productions, the film features Chloë Grace Moretz, Nat and Alex Wolff, Gabriella Wilde, Portia Doubleday, Scout Taylor-Compton, Judy Greer, Donnabella Mortel, Amy Jo Johnson, Jay Hernandez, Asher Book, Skylan Brooks, Chris O' Neal, Andi Matichak, KJ Apa, Nick Nolte, Sissy Spacek and Odeya Rush. Based on the Stephen King novel, "Carrie" and the original 1976 film adaptation, this follows the story of a telekinetic teenager who now searches for forgiveness. Kimberly Pierce had talked about more then one sequel to the 2013 film adaptation, but not enough money was made by Sony in order to continue forward with the project and Kimberly stepped down. However in late 2014, film studio and American entertainment company Lionsgate and Blumhouse picked up the project where it left off and confirmed that a Carrie sequel WAS in progress, which prompted Kimberly Pierce to come back to direct and David Heyman produce this time along with his company Heyday Films. Two years later, the film was released to critical acclaim.
- Chloë Grace Moretz as Carrieta M. "Carrie" White
- Gabriella Wilde as Susan D. "Sue" Snell
- Nat Wolff as Sean Ford
- Alex Wolff as Raymond "Ray" Ford
- Portia Doubleday as Christine "Chris" Hargensen
- Scout Taylor-Compton as Kaityln Lawrence
- Judy Greer as Rita Desjardin
- Donnabella Mortel as Anisha Paris
- Amy Jo Johnson as Detective Vanessa Daniels
- Jay Hernandez as Detective Jones
- Asher Book as Thomas Holland
- Chris O'Neal as Scott Heralds
- Skylan Brooks as Alex Campbell
- Andi Matichak as Tara Kendrick
- KJ Apa as Ian Simmons
- Elise Vargas as Isabelle Carrie Snell
- Mouna Traoe as Erika Gogan
- Demetrius Joyette as George Dawson
- Cynthia Preston as Eleanor Snell
- Joey King as Aimee Summers
- Nick Nolte as Ralph White
- Sissy Spacek as Judith Cochran
- Odeya Rush as Rachel Lang
After Carrie White's recent rampage of destruction throughout Maine in 2013, the town of Chamberlain has desperately tried to settle back in and try to ignore the events that had transpired. But 3 and a half years later, the sins of Chamberlain follow Sue Snell and her new friends Sean and Raymond Ford down to Florida, as Carrie is revived. Even though the proclaimed Angel Of Havoc is still corrupted from what had happened previous, the trio eventually find a way to persuade Carrie to come quietly as she finally puts the past behind her and finds love. But with Carrie struggling to control her demonic side as well as finding out the truth about her seemingly deceased father Ralph, dealing with a vengeful ex girlfriend and a psychopathic killer on the loose, is it possible that Carrie can recover again before it's too little too late? Or will she forever be feared by the many people who refuse to give her what she had longed for: acceptance?
There is good and there is evil in this world and the life of one has been filled with evil....pain.....hurt.....and dare I say HELL. Even though I tried to do good for her and for others, evil comes in many different forms. It's evasive. It runs over all of us, like water. I thought I would be at peace after I showed my true colors but as I feared, God has yet to answer my prayers but maybe, maybe there is hope for us. But.......what if there is none?
~Chamberlain, Maine, January 2014~
As the mild glimmer of sunlight faded away from the cracked ground of pavement on the roads of Chamberlain, right aside the road was where the cemetery laid. There was also what appeared to be a sunshower occurring around the time the sun began to creep away.
Finally, the sky gave way as it fully erupted into rain. It did make for a pretty sight since it wouldn't take the scenery away from the area but it wouldn't make the graveyard any less presentable like it needed to be. Especially not since the year 2013.
It was only last year that countless lives had been robbed, taken, stolen from their relatives after a senseless act of violence shook the town of Chamberlain and burned it to its core. Needless to say, the one responsible for said senseless act had no chance to get the last laugh of any kind; as she had died that very same night. And that one grave of that one individual was the only one that stood out amongst all the others.
Her grave was nothing but a tombstone that had a heart-snapped crack over the stone, spray-painted in bright red paint.
It read: "Carrie White Burns In Hell".
Luckily, the excessive rainfall was washing away the paint over the stone. But it couldn't wash away the crack embedded within the stone; almost as if that crack was now a permanent part of the body that laid flat underneath. Despite no origin of how the crack came to be, it led straight from underneath the ground.....
....while a single white rose laid besides the stone, withered and nearly decayed.
Suddenly, a loud thump shakes the ground and the grave as the rose tips over and falls. The thumbing sound only grows louder and louder and louder as the ground began to slowly cave in until finally, another thump later and the entire tombstone breaks off and just crumbles from the weight of the force.
However for a brief moment afterwards, nothing happens. But then the ground begins to shake excessively until the ground continues to cave in.
A hand reaches out from below. Twitching violently with dirt staining the skin, another hand pops out seconds later as both arms sluggishly pulls up against the grass. Scratching and crawling and slipping repeatedly, both hands keep pressing forward until eventually, the upper half of the body gets above ground and just lies down.
Once it's face is shown, only one thing is certain: This is no zombie or ancient mythical being.
This was Carrie White (Chloe Grace Moretz).
Breathing in and out heavily and rather frantically, she managed to break herself away from what was left of her grave, slowly getting her lower body above ground, wearing the same clothes she wore the night she "died".
She crawled down onto both her knees and slowly looked down at her hand still resembling that safe cut from the night of the Black Prom massacre, not to mention the dry cuts below her right leg and left arm.
It wasn't long before she looked up to the sky with the rain pouring down upon her and as she felt raindrop after raindrop make contact against her skin, it made for a bittersweet realization.
This was no dream. No nightmare. No hallucination of any kind.
She IS alive again.
But all she wished was that she wasn't as she continued to look around her, coming back to terms of the very sins she had committed mere months ago.
Sensing nowhere else to go but forward, Carrie basically trudges up to a vertical basis, limping on both her legs before eventually losing balance, down to a knee yet again.
Unfortunately, upon getting the wherewithal to continue walking, walking a few feet and back onto the open road, she saw fog: an endless blanket of fog that leads back to the ONE place that had caused her so much trouble all those months ago.
She once again breathed heavily as she feels the ashy stoney ligaments of every pebble and texture underneath her bare feet. Anxiety wasn't the right word to describe how she felt, as her judgement was as clouded as the fog was. Without staring out into space any further, she slowly and calmly walked into the fog.
To her unfortunate surprise, what was left of Maine was left to be desired. Buildings were left uncharted and destroyed, sidewalks broken, cars demolished and Ewen High School.....the school where she became the person she was known as now, was reduced to nothing. Flooding herself with all these vivid horrific memories made it clear that Carrie was either hallucinating or that she was actually in her own separate reality of hell; one in which she wished all was left behind......
The city had became a ghost town in the following months and it never did rebuild itself from the ashes of the disaster, because the people lost their will to hope. Therefore, many, if not all of the residents decided to leave the town in order to forget the deaths and the Carrie White affair.
But forget is too strong of a word for some people to take in.
After revisiting the images from her violent and horrific past, she eventually trudges by and stops at the one location she remembers last being at: her house.....or what used to be her house.
The force of her powers, from what she remembered, had swallowed the house whole into a wormhole. But now, barely anything was left of it. To think the main source of all her pain, her sorrow, and her suffering would somehow end up being a part of her sadness. After all, it was the only home she had.
And it brought tears to her eyes. One teardrop dropped, rippling through a moderate sized puddle, spitting its reflection back towards the young girl. One half she saw simply herself while the monster revealed itself on the other: a cold, motionless devil of a girl with thick, crimson liquid running down her pale cheeks, blonde hair tainted by mud, blue eyes now red and lost.
Focusing on the past was strangely harder than usual since Carrie was suddenly overwhelmed by this nauseating head trauma as she stumbled over alongside the road; the rain still pouring harder and harder onto her as she just collapses beside the street.
With her legs, body and head giving away, Carrie just fell deeper and deeper into unconsciousness, slipping straight into a coma.
However, despite this town being deserted for the state of it, not all of the towns locals left just yet. A van filled with a family of four and packed bags happened to be driving by, just to pass through to get to the border.
The man behind the wheel and his wife in the drivers seat were the first to notice the poor girl perched on the road and both lift their faces in surprise as he slightly hits the brakes and stops the car which made the two children (A boy and a girl) slightly confused.
Boy: Dad, why are we stopping? Are we already there?
Man: No. Just something in the road."
Woman: Or someone.....get the umbrella.
The windshield wipers kept flapping on the windshield as the man came out of the drivers seat, opening the umbrella as he ran towards Carrie holding it over him. He kneeled down to observe and soon turned her over to her front side, for him to realize she's a person.
The sight was hard to put into words. "Jesus Christ....."
Going in to check for a pulse, the woman rolled down her window to stick her head out to check on her husband.
Woman: Honey, what is it?
Man: It's some kid....she's out like a light, but she's barely alive. Get my phone from the pouch of my seat!
as his wife reached back to the back of the driver's seat and grabbed her husband's cell phone there which worried the kids even more than before. The woman soon dialed 911.
911. What is your state of emergency?
Woman: Yes. My family and I found some kid out in the middle of the road. She looks 17 or older but barely alive.
Minutes pass later as the rain really started to pick up as a white minivan breezes past the charred remains of Ewen High School, for whoever was driving was also on it's way to the border of what was once Chamberlain. In the back of said Van was a few furniture suitcases filled with clothes, supply boxes and other toiletries and kitchenware.
The driver of the van, one Rita Desjardin (Judy Greer), also felt the need to leave this town after everything that happened months ago as she felt nothing but sorrow and sadness for everyone who died that night....but mostly for the one girl she grew to care for ever since she first came to Chamberlain High on her Freshman year almost five years ago: Carrie.
Desjardin, in a way, blamed herself after the prom incident cause while she wasn't responsible for playing a part in it, she could understand why Carrie did what she did even though taking their lives wasn't the answer. But deep down in her heart of hearts, she thought if she and the other teachers and staff were more cautious of what was happening to her and secured all the doors, then maybe what happened wouldn't have occurred. She even learned that Carrie and Tommy Ross weren't even the ones supposed to win the privilege of king and queen of prom in the first place. They really had less votes compared to anyone else because of Carrie and that the box filled with more votes for them were all fake.
After realizing that, she had been stuck in a mental state of depression for so long that she couldn't do anything about it. Months later and she still hasn't gotten over it as tears ran down from her eyes the further she drove on. Red and blue lights shine over her face as she inches closer and closer to the border which turned made her expression reek of utter confusion.
She managed to park her van on the side, getting a glimpse of the ambulance through the rain on her windshield, seeing two paramedics lifting the girl up on the stretcher while the family of four car still parked there.
Desjardin: What the--?
Confused and also intrigued as she just rushes out the van, not caring how wet the rain would get her: She had to know what was going on but only if the paramedics would allow her.
Paramedic: Ma'am? Not now, stay back.
She couldn't reply to him even if she wanted to because when she got close to the two paramedics and the stretcher, her jaw nearly fell all the way down once she got a closer look on who was on that stretcher.
Desjardin basically stumbles over her words before could finally say something, given her shock and dumbfounded expression.
Desjardin: Carrie? Oh my god! OH MY GOD, CARRIE?!
Paremedic: Ma'am, we need you to stay back.
Desjardin: You don't understand. I know her!
Paramedic: This your daughter, ma'am?
Rita pauses at the statement. She knew the truth as much some other locals did but knowing some remaining locals might know what happened out here, she didn't want to take any chances in case things could end up worse for her than they already have.
So.....after looking back at the family car, she turned back to the paramedics, doing the only thing she could say, thinking of the only option she could muster to save Carries life.
Desjardin: Yes, sir! I was....I was looking for her on my way out of town. Is she alright?
Paramedic: She has a pulse but it's weak. Only time will tell if she recovers. We have to get her past the border cause every hospital has been closed down.
Desjardin: I know. Nearest hospital's in Wiscasset. Can I, at least, follow you there?
Paramedic: Yes, ma'am, of course. Your daughter's in good hands
The paramedics informed her as they loaded Carrie onboard of the ambulance as Desjardin hopped back in her van and tails behind them. Just then, the family car drove off a minute later.
One more hour passes by at Midcoast Hospital in Wiscasset, Maine as the ambulance delivers Carrie, wheeling her inside as Desjardin parked across from them with this petrified look of fear overcome her.
But little did she know: someone else who was present when the prom and town destruction occurred was at that very same hospital.....in labor.
Revolving and transitioning inside of the Midcast Hospital, passing by separate rooms and separate floors, it stops on Floor 6 and rotates to over to the room of one Susan D. "Sue" Snell (Gabrielle Wilde) A feeling of Deja Vu overtook her as she was screaming and writhing in excruciating pain, preparing to give birth to her firstborn. Only her mother Eleanor was present beside her as she had to watch her daughter keep pushing and pushing only for the pain to intensify.
It was at this moment where Sue flashes back to a nightmare she had in which this exact predicament happens, only a bloody arm would come out and grab her. Every time she goes back to that memory, it would scare her like Hell.
In the midst of the procedure, Sue began shaking and shuffling in her hospital bed as the doctors tried keeping her steady as she just kept screaming, "No!"
Eleanor: Sue.....it was just a dream. Keep pushing.
Knowing how close to over it would be, Sue followed her mother's advice, continuing to hold on for dear life until finally, she yelled in DEEP pain and agony, pushing as hard as she could muster until she just couldn't anymore.
Soon though, she heard crying......
.....faint baby crying....
If the sound wasn't angelic enough, the sight would definitely change that including what the doctor told her next. "You have a baby girl, Ms. Snell", he said. The words rang through Sue like a wrecking ball. She couldn't help but to smile while panting as she remembered what a certain somebody had said to her one night.....
It's a girl.
You don't know?
Oh my god......
As soon as they cleaned her up and wrapped the baby up in a blanket, they gave her to Sue as her mother smiled and looked closely at her new born granddaughter.
The baby just slides her hand across Sue's chin and it made her chuckle slightly at what had to be a dream come true. She lets out a small sigh of relief
Sue: H-hi, hi there......my little Carrie.
While it was all joy down on one floor, it was panic mode on the other. Desjardin has been outside in the hallway, twiddling her thumbs in sheer anticipation for the doctor to come and update her on Carries condition up to the last note. She honestly doubted she would ever see her again but it didn't mean it's what she wanted.
She was devastated when she heard the news of Carries supposed death, which made it all the more important to her that she returns the favor. Carrie technically saved her in the past so it made sense for Desjardin to do the same.
Finally, a doctor comes out the E.R room and approaches Desjardin as she bolts out of her chair.
Desjardin: What happened? Is she alright?
The doctor wasted no time telling her the basics.
Doctor: By the time paramedics arrived, she fell into a coma. Thankfully, it wasn't that serious as we first suspected. If it had been like that, there'd be no telling how long she'd be out for. Most comas don't last more than two to four weeks but your daughter is extremely lucky; she's regaining consciousness now, by some miracle.
Sighing heavily, Desjardin was relived.
Desjardin: Let me speak to her then. Please.
Doctor: I'll give you a few minutes.
In the E.R, Carrie was indeed slowly opening her eyes and regaining focus after hours of being knocked out. It didn't take long for her to see where she was, thanks to the gown she was wearing and the tubes connected to her body. She slowly sat up, grabbing her head and looking confused until the sound of a door opening creeps in on her.
An unsettling chill crawled down her spine every-time she heard a door opening. The memories of that dreaded closet door, the lonely nights she had to confess to sins not committed, all of the times she was confiscated against her will. Nothing else made her think more of those nights than that. By the time the door opened all the way, it made her turn her head over as the Doctor stepped in.
She was quick to ask "How are you feeling, young lady?"
The doctor got nothing but the sound of silence from Carrie. Not one word was ushered as she just stared at her almost in petrified silence. Rather it was confusion or plain curiosity, she just had to lay there and hear what the doctor had to say.
Desjardin: It's alright. You're safe. Your mother is here to see you.
The word "mother" caught her complete attention and raise her expression and blurt out the first words she ever said in hours.
The doctor moved back as who Carrie really expected to be Margaret White but to a bigger surprise, it was her old gym teacher.
She intervenes, cutting her off before she can blow her cover.
Desjardin: Can we have our five minutes alone, please?
The doctor shuts the door to leave them in their privacy. Desjardin couldn't help but look at Carrie somewhere in-between happy and distressed. She was grateful that she was alive but there was no way for her to understand HOW. Desjardin let out a small smile and blushed.
Desjardin: Carrie.....you're alive.....
With no time for Carrie to reply, Desjardin just inches herself closer, grabbing Carrie in a tight hug and crying out loud from the guilt she felt from the months prior 'till now.
Desjardin: Oh Carrie....I'm so sorry....I'm so sorry I wasn't careful.
Carrie: What....what do you mean?
She lets go and looked at her dead in the eyes. The last thing she needed was her suffering from amnesia and having her forget almost everything. "Do you remember anything, Carrie?"
The expression over her face spoke volumes.
Carrie: Last thing I remember.....my house was falling apart. I was holding my mother when she died.....
The further she pressed, the quicker her expressions changed and the more guilt ridden she became.
Carrie: She tried to kill me and I had to stop her. I never--never meant to but she really meant to kill me.....I....
Desjardin: Carrie, Carrie, look at me.
She looked back directly in her eyes with tears, just being reminded of her mother's death.
Desjardin: I understand it's all hard to process. I can only imagine how you've felt all this time since those months ago but--
Carrie suddenly flinches as she bolts up off the back of the bed. "Months? It's been months?"
This surprised Desjardin slightly. She really had no idea she was actually dead before and crawled out and away from a cemetery mere hours ago.
Desjardin: You mean you don't know how long it's been?
Carrie nodded no.
But little did any of them know, as Desjardin would tell her all she knew, there wasn't much thickness in the walls to fully distort their voices enough to make them unrecognizable, as Sue would find out. Hearing their faint voices on the other side, she frowned in confusion. She was certain she almost recognized those voices as she just approached the wall, holding her two minute old child who soon fell asleep in her arms. Needless to say, Eleanor noticed her and piped, "Sue, what is it?"
Sue: I....I don't know.....did....did someone we know come here with you, Mom?
Eleanor: No, just me. Your father's already in Florida setting up our new house. Why?
Having looked back at the wall and eavesdropping again, Sue couldn't hear anything no more, for the sound must've subsided.
Sue: Um....no reason....
She turned her attention back to her new born daughter.
On the other side, Carrie was left reeling with a lot more questions than answers given everything Desjardin briefed her on. But at the end of it, it left Carrie with only ONE question in mind.
Carrie: And why did that Doctor say you were my mother.....?
Desjardin: I knew you were going to ask that. See, Carrie....the entire U.S, the whole world knows what happened at prom that night. Many people thought it was an accident or that gangs burned it down....but some people actually know the truth. The ones who know don't know HOW you did it cause they don't believe in....whatever it was you did. I couldn't take chances without risking your life so I had to make it like you were my daughter.
More confusion and more guilt was evidently shown more in Carries eyes compared to what came out of her mouth.
Carrie: Why would you do that? I....I hurt people....I hurt you....I killed everyone.
Desjardin: I couldn't leave you back there to suffer anymore.
Carrie: What if I deserved it?
That statement took Desjardin aback a bit. Given how she's seen Carrie down on her luck almost all the time, this should've been no surprise. But it was.
Desjardin: Why would you say that?
Her answer was brutally honest.
Carrie: Cause I'm a monster.
Carrie nearly broke down into tears again only to be caught in another hug as Desjardin shushed softly at her.
Desjardin: Maybe......maybe what happened at prom was partly my fault too.
Desjardin: I should have kept an eye on Tina and her friends. Had guards at every door. Checked if we had outdoor security. Hell, I should have expelled them after that video they made of you. If I had......
Carrie didn't need to interrupt but she felt the need to.
Carrie: Principal Morton wouldn't have let you.
A slight groan passed through Desjardins lips. "Well, he should of.....but still...."
Carrie: Ms. Desjardin. I don't need you to take responsibility for whatever I did. Sure, I was scared to trust you at first but you had nothing to do with.....that bucket.....it was.....
"PLEASE!" Raising her voice and startling her former gym teacher, the tone of her voice made the entire room, let alone the whole hospital shake and rumble with one fell swoop. Carrie had to calm herself down and keep a cool head, for the last thing anyone wanted was for anyone else to notice her.
She had gotten enough publicity for once.
Carrie: D--D---Don't say her name......
Understanding where she was coming from, Desjardin nodded respectfully and after a minute of silence, one MORE question popped in Carrie's head.
Carrie: What's gonna happen to me now?
For such a good question, it deserved an equally good response and Desjardin had something like that in mind. "Forgive me for answering a question with a question but....." A moment of silence flooded the room again as Carrie stared at her former gym teacher as these words came out:
Desjardin: How would you like to come live with me?
Carrie only raised her eyebrows when she heard that only to face down mere seconds later. Knowing her mother was gone and with nowhere to to go, she had no idea what to say or even how to respond to that. Carrie just kept to herself as Desjardin looked at her in concern.
Desjardin: Come on. Say something, Carrie....
~Four Years Later~
Maybe there has been some instances where I wish I didn't have go back and fix whatever it was I did but what a difference a few years make.
~Tampa, Florida. January 2018~
Pain and trauma come in many different forms and while it is true that pain can be overcome, for others, such trauma can be carried on as it further greatens the burden of the host. Four years have passed since Chamberlain and nothing could appear to heal Carrie White's aching heart.
Agreeing to go with Ms. Desjardin, they both moved out of Maine entirely both vowing to stitch themselves up and leave the shadows of the past behind. Settling in a new house in a new neighborhood, it seemed like they were going to have that said opportunity to start over. But only if Desjardin TRULY knew what had become of Carrie since then. Carrie had gotten better at getting out more and trying to socialize but even at four years straight, not a lot of progress went through. Moving away from the lifestyle that her mother had forced her and grew her into was a tricky situation to try and detach herself from.
And this morning would be no different. Walking barefoot with the carpet gently rubbing off the soles of her feet made her feel like she was almost walking on water. With her powers, she'd definitely get away with that but that wasn't like her.
Creeping out the hallway in the wee hours of January 26th, 2018, Carrie still felt as alone as she did all these years back. Having to adjust to this new lifestyle wasn't as frustrating as she thought the second time around. As she scoured the kitchen and viewed over the kitchen counter, she couldn't help but gripe at the sight of the closet door from the other side of the room.
Or flinch at the sight of all the kitchen knifes laying aside the sink in horizontal position.
Or ponder over the thought of no Bible or cross or statue of Jesus staring down at her, dripping blood as if it was staring straight through her subconsciousness, into her soul.
It got to the point where even pouring a single cup of coffee became difficult for Carrie to muster, as the sound of the liquid being poured downwards into the mug was all the more familiar sense of Deja Vu: the dripping and splattering of pigs blood from that bucket that dangled above her head that fateful night. Having dropped the coffee pot when the imagery became too real, Carrie barely catches it an inch before it hits the floor. Having to exert very little brain power to pull it off, she levitates the pot through the air and carefully placed it on the counter.
Sighing heavily, she just sat there near the table, staring up at the ceiling.
Literally anything that reminded her of the life she had before or that night of the massacre, including her powers, was difficult to keep from her.
There's a scream that can't be silenced: Its rising, growing louder and louder. It's the scream of a child abandoned long ago......As the screams echoed endlessly in that bedroom, that closet, that bathroom, it echoes now in my mind. It plagues me, penetrating all the dark places. It slams into the loss and bounces against the regret and the pain: a permanent reminder of my own past, a past I can never escape.
Taking her coffee mug and taking a quick sip, she just closes her eyes, pondering to herself.
The river of death has flown through me and I can't put it out. It hasn't been contained because that's all it is. A river. MY river....flowing endlessly through every stretch of my being. And the current is filled with dead bodies; the bodies that I buried that night. Some speak to me, some don't. Some I recognize, other's I don't remember. But they're all still there. They all are......
The voice brings Carrie out of her head as she snaps her head back towards the hallway, seeing Desjardin perched up by the wall, arms crossed, taking a good long look at the girl she had soon learned to idolize.
Desjardin: Good morning.
Carrie: G--Good morning.
Desjardin: See you've already made some coffee for the both of us.
Carrie: Yeah it's just--
It took a few extra seconds for Carrie to get her thoughts together
Carrie: I needed something to energized me in some shape or form cause I couldn't sleep last night.
Something about the way she said that didn't really ring well with Desjardin.
Desjardin: Mind if I sit down?
Desjardin: So is it....another nightmare? Hallucination?
Carrie: I don't know what it was....
Fearing how this might get out of control she just places her mug down as Desjardin poured herself a cup of coffee.
Carrie:....but nothing seems to be enough to rid me of these horrors that continue to plague my head. It's hard.
Desjardin: Is it really that hard to let the past die?
That type of question is the type that gets ushered all the time and it's normally the one question people would try to avoid answering. All except Carrie. She took no pride in ignoring the question let alone not answering.
Carrie: If you've seen what I've seen.....do the same things that I've done.....then there'd be no escape.
She brought up an interesting point. Not many people knew about Carrie's home-life and nobody really bothered to ask her to begin with. In a world where people want instant gratification and where everybody's so quick to judge people before they truly know them, she was the perfect example of one out of many pieces of society that was set to be buried and left behind.
Desjardin: Then help me understand.
Carrie watches as Desjardin sips her coffee, gently placing the mug down.
Desjardin: Maybe if you put me in your shoes for once, I can help you escape.
In pleasant silence, Carrie just eerily turns away.
At the end of the day Carrie really saw no point of protesting against her request. Knowing Desjardin has shown her nothing but kindness and support all the years she's known her it made sense to tell her everything Regardless of how awful the truth is
Waiting a full minute too long, Carrie spills the beans.
Carrie: Yes......my Momma did abuse me.
Desjardin immediately spits out her coffee amidst hearing that shocking revelation. "What?!"
Carrie: You may have heard some basic rumors about her but the only half of them are true. See....I never knew my Daddy. But when Momma talked about him all she explained was how.....how drunk he was the night he---
Another slight pause.
Carrie: Well....he may not have been himself under that whisky but Dad held her down and forced himself on her. Momma said she was blinded by depression and fear that she always looked up to God for comfort. And the only thing she got into return was.....me....
Sob story or not, it was effective in its own way.
Carrie: But while growing up.....Momma feared I was....some child of sin. She...used to hit me with Bibles....accused me of sinning as Eve.....locked me in the closet....
HHaving to look back at Desjardins closet door, she barely glimpses at it for a second before turning away. Desjardin was horrified of what she was hearing but it all made sense to her now. On one hand, a part of her felt sorry for Margaret for the incident with her husband but she was PISSED about how she treated her own daughter and the other part of her was glad she died.
It might've seemed wrong to be glad someone so awful died but it's understanding cause of what horrible acts they caused. Yet, she knew she couldn't tell Carrie that; not without internally crushing her. So she basically said what she could.
Desjardin: Carrie listen to me. You're not under that abuse anymore. I'm never gonna force you into a closet or beat you with any damn books.
Carrie just sits up sternly, remembering how she was taught to never curse. She found it shocking that her gym teacher said one of those forbidden words, let alone in front of her.
Desjardin: What? Carrie--
Carrie: I'm sorry, I just......I never have gotten used to those words everyone at school said all the time.....
Understanding that, she nods.
Desjardin: Sometimes, yeah. Either out of their control like when they're angry or having too much fun. But that isn't evil, Carrie. Everything isn't a sin. This is what you need to understand, which is why you need more time to make more progress out there.
Carrie: But....Ms. Desjardin.....I don't think I'm ready yet.
Desjardin: It's been years since Chamberlain, dear. You can't spend the rest of your life cooped up in the house withering away. It's not good for you....no one even knows who you really are yet and many of the locals around here are nice. Like, uh....like our next door neighbors.
Given the years that have passed by, Carrie still knew relatively little about the people who lived either by her or close to her.
"Neighbors?", she ushers.
Desjardin: Yeah, the Ford brothers......they seem to be around your age, attending community college. They talk to me much but one of them does wave to me while I'm heading out for work and he's walking to campus. You should go there and meet a few people, if not at least visit the campus.
Carrie only squints her eyes and nods her head unconvinced. She didn't know and from the looks of it, she didn't want to.
Seeing how this was getting nowhere quickly, Desjardin wasn't giving up so easily.
Desjardin: Well...what'd you like to do for fun?
Carrie: Fun? No one's ever asked me that before. I hardly even know what fun is. But I guess.....I like knitting and sowing.
That made Desjardin's job all more easier, for the time being.
Desjardin: Ahh....well....I know a good knitting shop somewhere in town that could put your talents to good use. And......you remember the 10 meters I gave you and the girls in my class?
Gym class: another part of her past that held a crucial piece to her puzzle she could never remove. She hardly remembered doing much of the exercise in most of her P.A. classes.
Carrie: The suicides? Yeah....?
Desjardin: Well, I was thinking....if you're ever up for it how bout you and I go to the park and take a jog together.
Carrie: You mean like a run?
Desjardin: Yeah. When college gymnastics was my major back then, I took jogs every weekend. It helped relieve my stress from time to time. Maybe it can do the same for you.
Carrie once again, doesn't respond. Her former teacher can only be assume that she needs time to think over it.
Desjardin: You know what, sweetheart? There's no rush. Just take all the time you need and let me know.
Carrie turned around and walked back to the kitchen to refill her coffee mug, sinking back into her thoughts again. Even she had to admit, her offer felt too good to pass up as tempting as it was but that was yet to be accepted.
Outside, next door to Carrie and Desjardin's house opposite of the fence from them, two boys roughly around the age of 22 were out and about dressed in hoodies and shorts playing basketball in 62 degree weather.
Brothers Sean (Nat Wolff) and Raymond Ford (Alex Wolff) seemed pretty even on the score they set for themselves. Considering how both of them were pros at the game at basketball, it made fairly good sense but Sean was nearly out of breath from the vigorous workout, giving Ray the opportunity to knock the ball out of his hands.
Ray: Giving up already?
Sean just scoffs. "In your dreams. I'm just not re-energized."
Ray: Well, whose fault is that? You drank the last of the Gatorades.
"And whose always running low on cardio and forcing us to run double the suicides every weekend, huh?", Sean fires back.
Ray playfully nudges him in the shoulder. "Don't rub it in, Sean. We're already on a hot streak for this weekends game and if we wanna run the Turro team into the ground, gotta be more hard as ever."
Taking advantage of his younger brother lecturing on, Sean knocks the ball out Rays hands.
Knocking the ball out his hands, he dribbles it underneath Ray and just slam dunks the basket. However, Ray couldn't help but to take a crack at Sean for his positioning on how he made the basket. "Umm, ok? What was that flash?"
Sean basically shrugs it off. "You were droning on. And besides, I figured I'd pull a Shaquille O'Neal on ya." Now that felt a little bit like an insult.
Ray: Shaq? For real, now? You know he couldn't make a free throw back in the day, right?"
Sean: Yeah? Well, when you're tall enough to the point where you can dunk without jumping, you ain't gotta make free throws either.
Partially finding the joke funny but mostly trying to laugh it off, Ray just chuckles endlessly as he tosses Sean his towel and walks back inside to get his. Wiping the sweat of his face, Seans eye caught a glimpse of Carrie stepping out to the back patio for fresh air. Almost immediately, he just stood there in place, letting his towel fall off his shoulder. It's as if time was held in place and everything just slowed down in his mind.
He had never seen anyone else so beautiful in all his life. It's almost as if in his eyes, Carrie was like an Angel that flew straight down from Heaven.
But only if he knew......
Besides from getting air, Carrie was just taking the thought into consideration of what Rita said earlier. And again, she did realize that Desjardin was in the right. Sure, she may not be living the lifestyle she lived all her life but then again, it's just hard to build a new one when you're used to the old one. And just for a minute, Carrie turned her eyes sideways with Sean looking at her and both of them flinched upon being spotted. Sean just chuckled nervously, already giving off the wrong impression.
Sean: Um....Good day, miss....
He gets no reply. Just another blank stare from Carrie before she just turned away only for Sean to approach the fence and call her out again. This time, she seemed to acknowledge his voice as she moved away from the fence.
Sean: I, um....I know some locals around here but I don't think we met before. Umm.....I'm Sean. Sean Ford.
A slight facial muscle contraction on the right side of Carries face caused her to twitch slightly at his direction. He had her attention again but she still said nothing.
Sean: I....don't suppose you talk....do you?
Carrie just suddenly rushed back inside, leaving Sean feeling like a complete buffoon for asking that.
Sean: I don't suppose you talk. Nice one Sean, you asshole.
"Oi!" Sean looked back seeing Ray in causal attire and a bac pack over his shoulder. "C'mon, man. Hit the showers. We got less than an hour to be at campus."
Minutes after the Ford brothers leave, the door bell rings on Desjardins new residence. The former Chamberlain High gym teacher put down her magazine and set her mug on the coffee table and walked towards the door, puzzled. She wasn't expecting anyone nor was she opening it right away. Even when the doorbell rang once more, she didn't feel the need to do such a thing. All she could do was respond from where she was.
Desjardin: Who is it?
I'm Dr. Anisha Paris. I'd like to make an appointment with your daughter Carrie.
A string of confusion overtook the gym teacher. She didn't remember making an appointment for her former student and she sure as hell knew it wasn't the right period of time for Carrie to be receiving any sort of treatment no matter how large or small.
She didn't want to come out as disrespectful but she felt something was off, in terms of who the doctor was talking about.
But finally giving herself a reason to follow through, she bolts the door open and the sight she was presented to was a black female (Donnabella Mortel) who looked a little less younger than her and a lot shorter in height. Regardless of appearance, she looked professional enough. "How do you know Carrie?"
Anisha: I've been keeping eyes on your 'daughter' for some time now, Rita. It's sort of come to my attention that she's been pretty much hiding from the outside world every chance she gets. But that only depends on what happened is true? About her past? How it led up to that fateful night?
Feeling uncomfortable, Desjardin wanted to leave the matter right then and there.
Desjardin: It's safe to say some things are better left unsaid. I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
But still, Anisha insisted. "You'd be throwing a golden ticket away, Rita. I might be able to help her."
One too many times that statement was ushered and one too many times did that alleged promise end up falling on deaf ears. The last thing needed was for history to repeat itself and God knows they don't need any more lives to be taken. Desjardin couldn't help but to feel disgusted when the doctor said those words.
Desjardin: Every other time someone told her that, she continued to get hurt. The last time someone tried to help her, lots of people paid the price for what she had to deal with. Whatever 'help' you have, its not gonna make this anguish disappear. It hasn't been that way since th—
Anisha: The Black Prom?
She just about had enough. Desjardin was nearly seconds from slamming the door in her face before it suddenly jerks all the way open as a force slams it back to the closet door on the inside. All the two women could do was just stare back at Carrie as she finally let her telekinesis be put to rest for the time being. The sight of Anisha would bring her some sighs of worry but since she had heard the entire conversation, there was no need to worry.
Once again, silence runs through the doorway as she approaches her.
All Carrie muttered was simply, "Help me how?"
That question was left to be desired at M&R Therapy Center where Anisha operated in her work. Against her better judgement, Carrie pleaded with Desjardin to take her there and to let her have her alone time with Anisha.
Needless to say progress was slowly building up as Carrie had spent the last FOUR hours in the room with her. It hardly felt like much though. So far, Anisha has gotten everything down from the date of birth all the way to the night before prom and insisted Carrie continue. She didn't really feel like it however as she contemplated getting up to the worst part.
Carrie had to stop herself from this tedious process and ask again, "What do you really want from me?"
For Anisha, she probably saw that coming.
Anisha: Like I've mentioned already, I just want to help.
Carrie: You're not the first person to tell me that. Only difference is the last person who tried to live up that promise died right here, next to me....in my arms.
The way she was holding up her hands as she spoke, everything about it just felt completely unnatural and it was difficult for Anisha to dismiss that because it was so obvious. The bets she could do was to continue to ask questions and provide support without pushing too far deep.
Anisha: Can I—can I at least get a name?
That was the exact moment where Carrie just wanted to bolt off the couch and walk off. But she didn't......and she told her EXACTLY what she wanted to hear, just not without rarely breaking her voice.
Carrie: Tommy Ross.
She nearly choked out having to pronounce his name: the only boy in school who didn't treat her like a sack of shit and invited her out to prom for just ONE NIGHT of being more than what she was.......
At this point, she just about had enough. Bolting off the couch and heading straight for the door, she was prepared to just move away from the matter right then and there and just leave now. But not before those four words were ushered:
Anisha: Did you love him?
For Carrie the entire world just stopped when those words were ushered. Nobody really brought up or mentioned the question up until now but even then the truth about how SHE felt about her "Relationship" with Tommy Ross was more tragic than sad.....and given how her expression changed as she let go of the doorknob even Carrie was ashamed
Carrie: True sorrow isn't as rare as true love...
That left Anisha confused
Anisha: Is that a yes or no?
Carrie: There's no simple answer to that. Does it look that way to you?
She couldn't argue with that.
Anisha: If that's the case....then....eleborate.
Silence was deafening for the time being twas as the common response Carrie had giving other for hours on end. As expected though, she does open her mouth.
Carrie: I wasn't supposed to be the one with him. I wasn't supposed to go out with him that night.
Anisha: Why do you say that?
As ashamed as Carrie was to admit the truth it was still the truth regardless and it needed to be said
Carrie: Because Tommy Ross was in love with someone else. Still, it was like....I knew he was during our dance and how he treated me sweetly. It was just out of sympathy....I--I don't know how to explain it but....I could hear what he was thinking.
Anisha: Hear? What he was thinking? Are you saying you read his mind?
Carrie: Look, I've said enough! Listen Dr....
Carrie: Anisha. I appreciate this offer bit I don't see how this is suppose to help me. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered of coming here.
She just stares at Anisha disapprovingly as she just turns the the doorknob and opens it about to make her way out.
Carrie didn't have to say anything - she could see that this wasn't going to go through as well as she thought. She didn't have time for this she truly believed it would be easier to work together with someone who had actual ANSWERS but if she had to find out out alone so be it
Anisha: I met other people like you!
THAT'S what stopped Carrie dead in her tracks as she slowly turned her head around looking at the therapist in curiosity
The very thought of what she said sounded blasphemous yet it felt too real. Carrie knew from her high school days that there were others out there like her thanks to her research Given how inherited and potentially dangerous the ability felt to her it was a fact she could not argue with whatsoever Jumping to conclusions didn't feel all that wrong right about now but given the "Confirmation" she received seconds ago, it was unsure as to what she was to feel now.
Anisha: One of my first patients actually had the same powers as you. And since I first learned about it.....Telekinesis has been my obsession for a long time. It's origins remain a mystery to me but it's development has drastically increased my interests and as much as I'm ashamed to admit it......I've come to admire the skills of the supernatural. I spent the last six years of my life studying those abilities trying to learn of how what exactly created this phenomenon....and how it gets down from generation to generation.
Carrie mumbled between the crack of her lips as she closes the door and sits back down again this time Anisha had her full undivided attention
"Whether it was inherited or from natural causes", Carrie mumbled between the crack in her lips as she closes the door and sits back down again. This time, Anisha had her full undivided attention.
Anisha: There was......one incident that I picked up a year before your case. It was unknown as to how he got his powers but something set him off as well.....and in his final moments......it destroyed him.
Carrie listened more carefully as she kept on curious on who this other telekentic before her was. But there's one thing she knew for sure. "His gift became his curse".
Anisha: His scenario was definitely something but it wasn't until your case opened that I truly began to......question.....how far is it possible to push someone like you to the brink of collapse. Four years later and I still know little about you. All I know is, Carrie.....this power may feel like a curse to you but deep down, you must know it can be used for something of a higher purpose. I can give you support but not until I know more
Once again the meeting started to go downhill as it didn't take long for Carrie to put two and two together.
Carrie: More what?
Anisha: About that night. About those involved. Do you ever think about them, Carrie?
Knowing where she was going Carrie sat there with a broody expression plastered across her face as her eyes began twitching, clutching her fists without Anisha noticing. Neither of them seemed to notice the bookshelf on the left side of the room began to shake slightly as only a few books fell over.
Pretty soon, the table began to shake as well.
Anisha: Do you....feel guilty about their fate?
No words were spoken from her except for some more twitching in Carrie's eyes.
Anisha: I even borrowed something from the old Chamberlain evidence depository. They said they found it while investigating the remains of your house..
Carrie didn't even seem to notice Anisha had a suicase packed in her lab. Having a raised a few red flags already, Anisha opened the suicase which cause Carrie's powers to die down slowly. Everything present in the room that was shaking stopped....and what she pulled out.....
......was the the ruined torn dirt and bloody covered prom dress she wore that exact night in Chamberlain
Seeing it made Carrie react rashly on the inside as her eyes widen and mouth dropped and almost immediately, the room began to shake excessively again, even more violently than the last few seconds as the entire layout of the room began to shake, rattle and fall apart. Bookshelves were knocked over, the lamplight began to twitch, the glass table slowly began to crack. It felt like all hell was breaking loose.
Yet Anisha was still there seemingly unfazed by how far Carrie can push the limitations of her powers without exerting too much. Little did Anisha know Carrie genuinely felt no control over her abilities this time around.
Anisha: This was yours, right? The same night all hell broke loose, the very stain that continued to plague your mind ever since?
Anisha: How many lives that day?
She was certainly pushing the wrong buttons but she insisted anyways for she deemed this too important.
Carrie: Four hundred and.....forty.
Anisha: Do you even remember them?
Hours ago, she wouldn't have been able to give out an answer but now that she was pushed to a limit she didn't want to go towards, all sense of awkwardness, uneasiness and fear went straight out the window. It's as if she was a completely different person compared to when she actually had control.
Carrie: I remember ALL of them.
Her eyes pulsate rapidly at the sight before she just telepathically yanks the dress away from Anisha, finally ushering her to break out of her brief psychotic episode all while the room just laid in complete and utter ruins. Both women just stare at each other in stunned silence over what just happened. Needless to say, neither one of them could tell what was more terrifying: how extreme Carries abilities were, how close she was to snapping again or the fact that she just confessed to committing to the crime that would go on and make national history.
Finally having enough to deal with this, Carrie, still clutching onto the dress tightly, just bolted up from the couch and reached for the door yet again but not before she ushered a warning.
Carrie: If I were you Anisha....I would hope we don't meet again.
Anisha: I wouldn't dismiss that right away.
Carrie: Well, you should.
Finally, she exits.
Meanwhile, at the University Of South Florida, the occurring basketball came between the home and opponent team had came to a close almost half an hour ago. And unfortunately for the Ford brothers, things did not go the way they had hoped it would.
They lost to the Turros by ONE point.
Not to mention Sean had to sit out for the last two halves of the game after twisting his ankle near the last few seconds of the second game. As a result, Raymond had to work the the last two games with his friend Scott Heralds (Chris O'Neal)
Exiting the lounge area and having to head up to Scott's room for some breathing room, there didn't seem to be much stopping either of them from just spitting on the game they trained so hard for only to fail. And it was hard to tell who was frustrated the most.
"And THAT'S how you commit career homicide." Ray sits out as soon as they enter the doorway.
"More like suicide. As careful as Sean normally is, he basically did that to himself", Scott felt the need to point out. "Ok, THAT I can't really argue against but for the life of me, what were you doing out there?", Ray just expressed, feeling completely dumbfounded and lost in the moment.
Ray: This was your debut for the South Florida Bulls and you could've, at least, tried to make it worth while. Yet you were fucking paralyzed a-as if David Blaine was there, snapping his fingers and advra kadabra straight into the center of the arena. You barely knew what you doing down there, man.
Scott: What more did you expect me to do?! It was my first time out on the court!
Ray: We lost by one point!
Scott: Hey. You think it would've mattered less if Sean was there?
That brought the matter to rest almost immediately because Scott had a point there. Even if Sean hadn't twisted his ankle, the outcome of the game probably wouldn't have altered much in the long run and deep down, both of them knew it. Dropping both their book bags and dufflebags, they both just lay downwards onto the bed.
It was an exhausting journey of a day already and both men were just exhausted of energy.
Ray: I will say this though: the angle of that free throw looked dope as all hell.
Scott: One in a million shot, bud.
They both chuckle and the laughter immediately dies down seconds later. Neither one of them generally weren't happy with the outcome of tonight and it made Ray bring up some real talk.
Ray: When the hell did our lives get so complicated?"
Scott: You know that better than I do, man—
Ray: Only because me and Sean had it worse than you and we had to build everything back up from scratch, ok? No tricks, no good luck, no spells, no wingardium leviosa, just pure manufactured brotherly-labor. Parents or no parents, it probably wouldn't have altered much in the end anyways.
Scott: Ok, so let's just say maybe there were elements of the supernatural that existed in this world. Would prefer that if it makes your life a little less tedious and a little more fun?
Ray: I've never believed in any of that. Never wanted to Cause it's more harm than good. Always leads trouble.
All of a sudden, there were three knocks on the outside of the door of the dorm. The sound didn't startle them but it did raise some eyebrows.
Ray: You invite anyone?
Scott: No. Might be Sean; who knows?
Ray just looked him, almost in stupor. "You know it takes days to weeks to recover from a sprained ankle, right?"
"Again, you never know. Let me check first." Seeing how Scott had a point there, he just backs off while the knocks on the door continue to run through.....
Scott: Who is it?
Approaching the door with each passing second flying past him, he doesn't open the door. He just peeks out of the peephole to be able to see who it was first. Scott's eyes widen in shock before shutting the peephole and just locking the door. Putting his back up against the door, it raises more than just an eyebrow for Ray.
Ray: Ok? Should I be worried?
"I'd prefer 'scared shitless'." Scott spits out bluntly.
More knocks on the door formulate, each one more louder and aggressive than the last as an annoying female voice just echoes, screeching through the wood.
Ray: Is it just—me or does that sounds like—
By the time two and two comes together, Ray didn't like what he found out at all. Anything to do with who was on the other side meant more than enough bad news to him already. "No no no NO! Why her?"
Scott: Shush. Don't answer it and she'll go away.
Ray: No, she won't.
I'm not going anywhere till you open this door.
Ray: What the hell did I tell you?!
This just makes Ray groan loudly, slamming down on the bed. At this point, he didn't care whether or not the person on the other side of the door heard him or not. He was just frustrated that SHE had to come sneaking into his life again.
"BETTER KEEP WAITING, THEN!", Ray yells from the inside out only for Scott to pull him aside out of the way of the door and just stuffs him down near the cabinet near the bed. Any attempts to keep him quiet didn't go well, despite there needing to be a way to get him to lower his voice.
Ray: Don't shush me!
Scott: Whoa whoa whoa. Why you're so sour?
He just stared at Scott for a bit. Scott felt awkward, but he felt the need to say what he did. "Can you please just get rid of her?", Ray said with an uneasy vibe in his throat.
Scott: Why me?
Ray: Cause you got the hots for her.
Scott: But....that's the problem. I can't talk to her without being turned down.
If you boys aren't gonna let me in, at least tell me where Sean is.
Ray: Forget it! You leave my bro alone. He's done with your bullshit!
Turning back to Scott, Ray just squealed under his breath, "Scott just do it!"
With Ray taking in his pride and hiding, this left Scott slightly grabbing the doorknob and just yanking it all way open, just to get a good look at Kaitlyn Lawerence (Scout Taylor-Compton). Almost immediately, Scott's jaw nearly dropped to the floor of his chin.
But then again, why wouldn't he?
In his eyes, he was drop-dead gorgeous.
Kaitlyn: Oh Scott....heh....normally, I wouldn't drop by if I hadn't seen.....you know. But since Ray just so happened to slip by, you wouldn't happen to see Sean anywhere?
Scott: Errr....I uh.....hadn't seen him since the game. He.....had an accident during on of the playoffs...
Kaitlyn: Duh! I know that. I'm cheer captain; I saw the whole thing. Had to go to the nurse's office to check and he wasn't there. So when I saw Ray come in, I figured---
Scott: Yeah yeah yeah, I get it.....both brothers aren't always in the same spot as one another. But Sean; he....really needs time to heal.
Not buying the dumb gimmick, Kaitlyn felt something done when she asked of something she'd make sure she get it. And this time would be no different.
Kaitlyn slowly began tracing on Scott's chin which made him nervous as his cheeks blushed his eyes twitched
Kaitlyn: Let's cut the shit, ok? I know you been dying for a short shot at the hottest chick on the team. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same around you. It would be very sweet if you can just.....spill out some info for me.
She suddenly presses up against his pants slapping her hand right alongside his crotch and it makes him jump slightly
Scott: Oof! Argh.....well, I....
Scott still tried to keep his game face on but his defense was deteriorating every passing second.
Kaitlyn: Just tell me, Scottie, where he is and I promise you, I'll make it very worth your while.
With Ray overhearing everything, he felt like he was gonna barf. He almost contemplated texting or calling Sean right now to tell him Kaitlyn was on his trail again but something told him not to but next thing he knew, his jaw fell completely opened as he just overheard Scott blurt it out, "He's in the men's locker room."
Satisfied, Kaitlyn just plants a small kiss on his cheek before slightly shoving him back into the room and walking off. Scott undoubtedly felt awkward after that but awkwardness quickly dissolves to disappointment as he looked past at his dorm door seeing a very pissed off Ray as he once again squeals....
Ray: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!
Scott: I get it. I fucked up, I know. Everything just happened too fast; I didn't even know what else to say....
Scott had to know that wasn't a good excuse in the slightest cause all he could see was Ray's cold eyes just staring straight through him.
Ray: See, I knew you were into Kaitlyn but I didn't think you were dumb enough to let Poison Ivy get in the way of anything.
Scott: That happens when you come cross someone THAT drop dead gorgeous. If people were to take a survey on Kaitlyn and Kaitlyn alone, I'm pretty sure more than half of the schools population would vote "To die for".
Ray just scoffs and chuckles at that remark before he just picks up his bag and flips it into his back.
Ray: It ain't always about looks, Scott. Heart matters more.
He storms out leaving Scott on his lonesome and feeling incredibly useless.
In the men's locker room, it was all but empty. No basketball players, no baseball players, no lacrosse teams, track runners, coaches, not a single soul was present. All but one. Only Sean was present in the locker room like Scott said, only he was in the medical room trying to readjust his twisted ankle. The ankle still made it difficult for him to stand after placing ice over the sprained area so without waiting much longer, he PAINFULLY lifted it up to his right knee.
Sean: Ah! Ahh! Damn!
Yelping in exasperation, Sean first rubbed over the cold bare skin of his foot before grabbing ahold of the ankle and then snapping it back into place.
Sean: Ffffffffuck ME, argh!!
Sean's leg just fell over as he breathed out and slowly. Willing to walk out of his own merit, he did, in fact, stand up on both legs.
While not at 100%, he'd be able to stand and walk again; however the chance of being able to play again was off the table for a week or two.
There was a fine line between somewhat startled and just flat-out annoyed by the voice and her presence as Sean just stared at Kaitlyn standing in the doorway. He couldn't tell what was more nauseating now: her presence or the fact that she was wearing that innocent yet sadistic smile as she just giggles uncontrollably.
"Kaitlyn....this is the men's locker room. You know the coach would kill you if he catches you in here", Sean growled under his breath, making it clear how unwelcome Kaityln was no matter how much she insisted. And she continued to insist.
Kaitlyn: Why you always so pessimistic? He's never here on a Friday afternoon. I mean you gotta have someone looking out for you......bad leg and all.
He could suddenly feel the stiletto shape of her claw nails tracing the edge of his chin, crawling up to the side of his face. Seeing where this was going, Sean just smacked her hand off and away.
Sean: Don't. I'm really not in the mood for this. Not in the mood period.
Kaitlyn knew this was going south. "Sean, honey. I know you need your space. We've had a lot hiccups lately but....you know Valentines day is in two weeks time. And February 10th is Karaoke night.....so I thought....."
Sean: Don't even go there, Kait. Do you even remember why we broke up?
Kaitlyn: Course I do. Said you needed time to grief. Hard to argue whether it mattered much of the same to Ray since your parents.
Insulted and offended, Sean flinched when she brought up his deceased parents. He was a millisecond away from losing his cool and just shouting at her until he remembered. Taking deep breaths in and out, the best he could do was try to speak firmly and as calm as he could. But he just couldn't resist gritting his teeth.
Sean: I had to call it off because of the way everything turned out wrong. Anyone with a half a brain in their heads could've seen it coming a mile away; I'm just surprised the only one who couldn't see past your beauty was me. We can't do this anymore, Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn: You know....'Can't' is usually a first....but it's always a road to 'Can'.
Sean really couldn't believe it. Either Kaitlyn just didn't care or she was this oblivious to every word that flew out of his mouth. It made it all the more difficult to feel sorry for her.
Sean: I'm not making that detour. Try to take the hint.
Kaitlyn: You used to hate saying that.
Sean: Well, there's a lot of things I hated about us, the more I look back on it.
Kaitlyn: Come on, Sean. Can't we just pretend for once that things are still like they used to be?
Sean: I can't.....because I don't trust the notion that what went down won't remind me of how I'm without any parents. As for you.....just.....let it go, Kait.
He had to reiterate for the ten thousandth time, walking past her on his way out the door. Kaitlyn grabs his arm only for Sean to yank it away before walking out and slamming the door. It wasn't locked but it left Kaitlyn moody as she folded her arms, flustered.
Kaitlyn: Why do they always play hard to get?
(You tell me, you hopeless romantic lovesick dope)
Two hours past by as Sean and Ray were on the road again. Nothing but cold glares were being exchanged between the two brothers for all that was on their mind was both of their utter disdain for Kaitlyn and how she had the gaul to try and sneak back into both of their lives again as if nothing happened. The only detail left out was Sean not telling Ray how Kaitlyn mentioned both of their parents, otherwise Ray would lose it.
But Kait's never ending infatuation was always something Ray was never very fond of to begin and spewing on and on about her seemed to be what he was good at. He didn't even have to try and get riled up for him to almost lose his cool.
The look on his face basically gave away the entire situation. They were almost home, to their safe haven where they were guaranteed to feel at ease for the few precious hours left of their day and Ray was fuming in the passengers seat.
"You know, I always admired you, bro. You were always the person that I admired myself to be one day. But in the back of my head, it always makes me wonder why couldn't you let your head do the talking instead of your heart sometimes?" Ray just spits right then and there unfolding his arms and placing them onto the dashboard.
As pissed as he was, he felt more frustrating than anything. He knew his brother had a big heart and an outgoing aura to him that made people want to know him better.
Nobody knew these qualities better than Sean but he didn't seem to get the full point across.
Sean: I'm not the same man I was in high school. Kaitlyns publicity stunts are greatly exaggerated and I promised to not let them get in the way of what's important.
Ray: Then why do you keep falling for it? You already know what her play is so why give in to this hotshot bullshit?! It's always the same pattern she pulls on every boy who comes in her path every day of the week and then some—how much longer are you planning to drone this on for?
Sean: Maybe if the chick would take a hint! I bet you, if we're to put a restraining order on her at this very moment, she'd be hightailing it in the back of my trunk. There's no getting away from her, ok? That well's been poisoned.
Ray: Look, I'm not saying to file a damn restraining order cause that'd cost a lot of money and a lot of time; both of which we don't have much of since it's only the beginning of the second semester. I'm just saying don't fall into her Poison Ivy theatrics."
It had gotten bad enough to the point that Ray had to be blunt about the situation just to get the point across.
Ray: Bad enough it made Scott dumb enough to give things away and last thing we need is history to repeat itself.
"Ray, come on. It ain't gonna happen again", Sean says.
Ray just scoffs at the remark. "Exactly what you said the last time before you came crawling back for her to sniff away your undies. I told you you were better off without her, man."
Sean: I get that. Jesus, would you cut me slack?
Ray: I'm just trying to make a point here. What you need in your life now is normal. Social. A proper living. That's the whole reason we chose to attend college at home and not in another town. I mean, it's what our parents wanted, right?
Once again, the mentioning of their parents made Sean's nonchalant temper quickly erode from a physical perspective. For all that he could muster, the memory mentioned left little to be desired for the older sibling with his mind spinning at a hundred miles an hour trying his hardest not to comprehend what Ray has just said. The less he was briefed about it, the more Sean felt comfortable.
The only thing Ray got out of Sean was, "Maybe."
Ray: Maybe? Meaning what?
Sean: Not now.
He couldn't help but to leave the matter right then and change the topic as he finally pulls into the driveway of their safe haven. Turning off the ignition, he just rubs his hair.
Sean: You know something? I'm a little curious about.....getting to know Ms. Desjardin better. That daughter of hers is a mystery in itself.
That came off to Ray as new. Daughter?, Ray ponders, not knowing what to make of his brothers statement. But he didn't like where this would go.
"I saw her earlier today before practice. She seemed shy and quiet", Sean piped up.
"I wouldn't go there, Sean." Ray intervened.
Sean: You're sure uptight a lot. What'd you talking about?
Ray: Because it's not It's always the quiet ones for nothing.
Not taking what his brother said on deaf ears, Sean fist-bumps Ray just as Sean notices Desjardin's van pulling up on the road from the corner of his eyes. Carrie was the first one to come out the van only for Sean to immediately lock eyes on her yet again. The very sight of her just overshadowed almost all that was happening around him, including his own brother. Ray had to honk the horn briefly just to snap Sean back to this own plane of reality.
Perhaps thinking rationally was also something he didn't have to try at.
It was only hours after that unbearable session with the doctor that Carrie and Desjardin took time to collect some groceries on the way back, the latter of which were a lot. Carrie was awfully quiet throughout the whole trip on the way back which gave Desjardin pause for concern, and rightfully so. Whether or not anything Anisha said broke her was left to be desired.
But that's all the more reason why Rita had to be upfront about it.
Desjardin: You sure you don't want to talk about it?
Carrie only nods as she basically did all day, much to Desjardin's dismay. It was always a pain whenever she DID try to shut her out and it showed. Despite being the only person she can trust, the very figment of this sad sad world had already did a number on poor Carrie and that meeting with Dr. Anisha was just the icing on the cake.
But that hardly did much to stop Rita from trying after Carrie stepped in with her hands full.
Desjardin: Look. I won't pressure you on anything if you don't wanna to say anything. But just know if that lady shows up again....she'll find her a—Ahem—herself in a hall.
Carrie: Don't worry about me.....I'll be ok. And you know what? I'll....I'll consider going on this jog with you, just to prove so.
That's all she spoke, for the first time in hours. Rita's eyes widened as she gave her old student turned adopted daughter figure a wide smile.
Desjardin: Really? Well, that's great. You're going to love it. Trust me.
Two words, seven letters: Trust me. Carrie knew the only person who could say those words and actually mean it was the woman standing across from her. She just gave another nod as Desjardin stepped out of the van completely, only for Sean to get one more good look at Carrie again.
Nothing but stunned silence.
And there was nothing Ray could do about it. Unable to pass it by, he hops out of the passengers seat to saw Ms. Desjardin first.
Ray: Evening Ms. Desjardin.
Desjardin:Oh hello, Ray. How did the game go?
Ray groaned at the question. "Bad as shit. We lost by one point cause Sean....his ankle."
Desjardin: Oh no....that's horrible. Can he still walk?
Ray just nods Yes.
Desjardin: Well either way, I'm sure you'll get another chance.
Ray: Yeah, maybe next season but....not for awhile. However, I think something—
As Ray and Desjardin continued onwards with their conversation, Sean finally gets himself out of the fantasy warfare in his mind as he looked at Carrie opening the trunk of the van after taking the first few bags inside. With more groceries than they bargained for, Sean saw exactly how much and ran up to help.
"Need some help?", Sean yelled from a distance away, startling Carrie again. Looking back as Sean grabbed a handful, she basically stumbled over her words trying to say it was ok and that she got it.
"It's no problem", Sean persists anyway.
Carrie just looked at him all dazed and confused. Even helping out with the simplest of things like that was something different what Carrie'd see because normally that never happens back home and here was a complete stranger giving her and Desjardin a hand. Ray couldn't help but to notice but he didn't feel the need to flinch on what his brother was doing as Rita smiled again for Sean's helpful hand.
Carrie looked over, just for her nod at her this time, telling Carrie "It's ok".
Briefly grinning at Sean on the way, he just follows her inside, through the living room into the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter. Desjardins came in shortly afterwards while the three just circle around each other from different corners of the room as Carrie just sits down.
"Wow. This is some house. I walk and drive by it a lot but never saw the inside." Not much of a response came from Carrie then. She just nodded at Sean and then looked down at him nervously.
Sean: It sure could fit my whole room. You like it here?
Once more, Carrie still remained silent. Sean didn't want to pressure her like before even though he was certain what happened last time was on his behalf, so he only thought of one thing.
Sean: Oh ma'am, I'm sorry. Where are my manners?
He extends and holds his hand out to Carrie.
Sean: I'm Sean. Sean Elvis Ford.
She just stares at him. No tension was being built. Just a friendly meeting with the next door neighbor.
Nowhere near as hostile as she was in her meeting with Anisha, she slowly gets up off the couch, walking towards Sean in a way that made him back up a bit. Sean almost thought of backing up again. But he finds himself with Carries hand grasped with his as she shook his hand as normally as she could.
Carrie: Carrietta.....Elizabeth.....Mary......White. Carrie, for short.
Sean: Carrie White, huh? Got a bit of a ring to it, honestly. I like it.
This marked one of the few other instances in which Carrie's name wasn't made fun of upon being introduced. One of the few times Carrie could actually relax from within.
Carrie: Umm, your middle name was Elvis? As in—?
Sean: Yeah, Elvis Presley. Mom was a big fan back in the 50's. Me? Not so much when I found out most of his songs weren't his. Long story but....yeah.
This actually made her smirk for a brief moment. But that smirk fades once she hears Desjardin clearing her throat from the other side of the room, startling her. Story of the night it seems.
Desjardin: Sorry, just thought.....well, I see you two have so much to discuss. I'll leave you to it cause I think I'm gonna it call it a night. Night Carrie.
Carrie: Night, mom.
She watches Desjardin disappear into the hallway and off to bed. It felt awkward having to draw those words from her lips. But at the same time, it felt all the more genuine since Desjardin was a better mom than Margaret ever was. As much as she didn't want to admit that, it rung true at the end.
Her focus suddenly shifted back to Sean. She felt the need to make the visitor feel welcome.
Carrie: Well um...would you....like anything to eat or drink?
Sean: I like a water. I'm gonna need a lot of it.
Carrie: It's in the fridge.
Sean: Thanks. Let me....ow!
Carrie: No no no. It's ok, I can get it for you.
He couldn't tell but having read his mind mere seconds ago, she could tell that he wasn't close to 100%, giving his excessive limping. She had to lay him down on the couch as she crossed into the kitchen and got him and herself a bottle of water.
She just tosses it to him as he barely catches it.
Carrie: Wow. Nice catch.
Sean: Ahh it's no biggie. I actually used to try out for baseball when I was a wee little lad. Took awhile though before making the swtich to basketball.
Carrie: Hmm. And what was your inspiration?
Carrie laid puzzled as she sat down.
Sean: Michael Jordan. Who wouldn't want to take inspiration from a man whose always struggled through adversity right?
Truer words haven't been spoken.
Carrie: Yeah, I guess so.
Sean couldn't help but to smile briefly before he went serious again.
Sean: Execpt adversity.....there's no simple way to it I guess......
No time to finish his sentence, Ray quickly comes barging through the door, startling Sean and making Carrie jump slightly.
Ray: O.....K........I'm forfeiting entry. You can put your clothes back on.
Sean couldn't help bit to scoff and chuckle again. "Dude, for real?"
Ray: Sorry man, it was right there. How could I not? Plus, would it kill you to NOT leave the door open?
Sean: How 'bout you try and not scare off the company, ok?
There seemed to be some miscommunication there since last Ray remembered Sean was the company in this house and not the other way around at theirs. Ray only hoped and prayed that his brother wasn't falling for Carrie.
As of right now, he felt no worry
Ray: Oh right then....I um...I guess you're----
Carrie: Carrie White. And....you?
Ray: Raymond Ford. Sean's brother. But just call me Ray.
She nods slightly.
Ray: So what's your story?
That left Carrie reeling in both confusion and turmoil once again. Having told her life story and her forbidden past to Dr. Anisha mere hours ago, she didn't feel the need to repeat herself. So she tried to avoid the question.
"I don't have a story.", Carrie says in the most chalant manner imaginable.
Ray wasn't buying it and neither was Sean.
Ray: What do you mean? Everyone's got a story.
Sean: Very true.
Carrie: Just....sometimes I like to think there's always more to a person than just one thing.
This made Sean reflect back on himself, when he initially thought ahead to his past relationship with Kaitlyn and where everything just fell apart. And it brought Carrie to another interesting point.
Carrie: Have you ever had the feeling where you can't tell if you're still awake or if you're dreaming? Have you ever had a.....a horrible, terrible, awful, no good, very bad day and you just wish that that day never existed? Is there anything about that you would want to change?
Both brothers had ONE day in mind that neither one were remotely proud of but just like Carrie, neither one of them knew it wasn't the appropriate time to actually express it and go into detail.
All they could do was just answer the question.
Sean: Yes. We did have one of those days. But I wouldn't deem it wise to wish that day never came.
Ray: Because it marks another opportunity for you to learn from your errors. You can either run from it or learn from it.
Yet again, another pint that Carrie couldn't seem to argue against cause it made all the sense in the world. Suddenly, there's another brief chuckle from her. A rather uncharacteristic one, at that.
Carrie: You know I've watched "The Lion King" right?
Sean: Ha....she caught you there bro. Ray: Yeah I've noticed. Look, if you're done in here, we got to get home.
Impatient and acting impractical, Ray almost felt the need to pressure Sean into getting him out of there. Whether it was right or not, he didn't care; he simply wanted out.
Sean: I said soon Ray.
Ray was already losing his patience with how much Sean still wanted to stick around and get to know Carrie more but again, Ray didn't seem to mind. But the way he proceeded to walk outside and wait gave Carrie a heavy suspicion about him as she looked at Sean with concern.
Carrie: Your....brother seems....unapproving.
Sean: Don't mind him. He's been that way since.....
He stopped himself momentarily before continuing.
Sean:....since well....there was this girl and.....
Carrie raised her eye brows a bit and spoke out
Carrie: You have a girlfriend....?
Sean: What....?? No. No.....I mean I used to but.....it didn't last.
Carrie: What happened?
It eat at this moment Sean had to prevent himself from gritting his teeth.
Sean: Nothing really worth talking about.
Even with no idea where he was going with this, Carrie, from reading his mind again, did seem to understand a little bit about where he was coming from on how he felt Not being the person to inject herself into something she didn't belong in, she decided not to push any further. Letting loose of her grip on his head, she turns away a few seconds too late just as Sean sees her perched her face looked.
Sean: You alright?
Carrie: Huh? Oh....yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Sean, it was....really great talking to you but....I need to turn in too. I've kinda had a long day.
Sean: No sweat. And Carrie....?
She turns to him as he approaches the doorway.
Sean: If you ever want to talk about anything, anything at all....I'm a real good listener. I'm just right next door.
Carrie only briefly smiled at him just as Sean went out the door, this time shutting it completely. From the moment he stepped out, so much was already running through Carries mind and there was something about it that she couldn't place her fingers on. Twiddling her thumbs as she lunges off the couch, it was a full solid minute just thinking in solitude.
As much as Carrie didn't want to admit it, it was hard not to: there was so much about Sean that reminded her of Tommy Ross that it wasn't difficult to place the similarities together: His kindness, strong-will, somewhat of a big heart and not to mention Sean was 'pretty dreamy' in Rita's words....most of which Tommy displayed similar qualities for. It felt eerily robust, churning with butterflies in her stomach but Carrie wasn't gonna plan on going there so fast like before.
Though she enjoyed her moments with Tommy Ross, that event cost him his own life. Plus, her moments would have been short lived anyways given that Tommy still loved Sue Snell. The last thing she wanted was for history to repeat itself.
Still clouded over her judgement, not much could come out of it. She too has to go up for the night......but not before she stores away her prom dress and conceals it away in the attic for good.
Following that week later, time had finally gone Carries way. Perched in the minivan on the passengers seat, sweatjacket and all, the two were finally going in for that morning jog they'd been planning on. Moderately cloudy, Mother Nature has been light at work today, drawing a light rain-shower to the surface.
Cypress Point Park; the area of choice for them to go through with their jog. Desjardins' van parked right alongside the park entrance way as she stops the ignition. Neither of them get out right away, instead they take the time to bask in the scenery of the park. Very few times had Carrie been exposed to wildlife throughout her life but here it felt like an eternity.
Carrie: Wow....it looks larger than it does each time we pass it.
Desjardin: Well, when we do, we never see it up close as this. One of the best places around Tampa to just relax, play golf, go for a picnic or even feeding ducks.
Animals; if she were to run into them, it would be very few of them. If this were Chamberlain, she'd be nowhere near any mammal, reptile or amphibian period unless it was something for the school and every time it did, it'd go horribly wrong.
"There's a few ponds here.....more or less. Anyway....let's get that energy out", Rita said with confidence, assuring nothing would go drastically wrong this time around.
Exiting the van first, Rita limbered herself up, stretching and lunging every step of the way. As Carrie got out, the further she entered, the more she discovered and observed over the park. Having seen parents spending time with their children, families throwing picnics, playing footballs and Frisbees, playing fetch with their dogs, it told her a disclosed story of joy in this cruel world that he lived in. Carrie never observed many unions like these before and seeing them have all the time and all the fun in the world, it only made her flabbergasted as to why she hadn't had times like this with her own mother.
But now with Desjardin, she's finally experiencing a daily routine in modernized civilization: a sight she seemed to be absorbed into by the time Rita walked right by her.
Desjardin: You ready?
Despite being too distracted by everyone's joyful moments around her, Carrie didn't bother to wait as long as before to answer.
Carrie: I've haven't seen so many people so happy in a while.
Hearing her vocally open up and express pleasure in the sights she sees was always a sight Rita had longed to see.
Desjardin: Exactly what we need. And this is an opportunity to build up on that.
After all this time, Carrie gave off a smile once more looking straight at her, realizing more and more Desjardin made a better mom to her than Margaret. Despite missing her and loving her deeply, she could not forgive the abuse and cruelty she passed on to her all her life and she had not received a SINGLE one of them since she went to live with her old gym teacher.
"GO!", Desjardin yelled out as gave out a head start and running three steps ahead of Carrie. But it didn't take long for Carrie to catch up after her. She kept the smile over her face the entire time.
For a full twenty five minutes, both continued to run through the track through the park. Every once in a while, they'd stopped for a water break and even stop to pet some along dogs the way. Though some of them were nervous around Carrie, most of them whimpered around her and only one growled at her. At that point, they kept on moving.
At the thirty six minute mark, Desjardin paused her stopwatch later onwards as she came across a two-way track. Catching up afterwards, Carrie felt exhausted and was just drenched in sweat, dripping off from her her face and hands and hair every second. From the looks of it, she weren't sure which path to take all while Desjardin was still moving her feet, running in place not wanting to actually take a breather.
Carrie: So.....which way should we take?
Desjardin: How bout we take one of each and meet up from the other side?
Carrie didn't like the sound of that. "Wha.....you mean like....split up?"
"This track only splits here but meets back up about a quarter from here. We can just cut each other off there." She could still see the sudden look of insecurity plastered over Carries face. "Don't worry. We'll meet up just sooner than you think."
Few seconds pass as Carrie looked at her and nodded. Continuing further with their jog, Desjardin took the left route while Carrie took the right.
The next four minutes pass and already Carrie had to stop again to catch her breath once more but something caught her attention....
That sound of a child's voice made Carrie look back behind her as she slowed down and between a pond and an pile of picnic tables was a little girl with light brown hair and blue eyes looking around, seemingly lost.
The look of despair and confusion on the kid's face was nerve wrecking for the abused teen-turned-adult worry and it tore her up. Despite how badly she wanted to help her, she didn't want to get in trouble for child harassment or child abuse and God knows she didn't want to be anything like her mother. It wasn't until the child called out for her mother yet again that Carrie sighed heavily and helplessly, for she just couldn't leave her on her own like that.
She had to go and check on her. "Hey, Hey there little one. Are you ok?" She couldn't help but to turn away for a few seconds as awkward as that sounded. As far as being a guide and offering advice goes, Carrie was far from the greatest at that but it was better late than never to start trying.
All she got from the little girl was just silent eye contact until she finally spoke out. "Sorry, ma'am. But I'm not suppose to talk to strangers."
Carrie knew that was coming. "Oh, that's very smart. But believe me, I don't mean you any harm. You seemed to be lost from where I was looking. Are you looking for your mom?"
"She was here a minute ago but I can't find her. Looks like I'm lost?" And she just points back behind as if she was signaling the direction where she came from. Whether it was the right direction or not remained to be seen.
"Well, she has to be about. Come on, I'll help you find her, honey."
Embracing her inner mom, Carrie smiles at the little girl unconditionally, holding out her hand to guide her forward. Considering her kindness, the child had reason to believe Carrie albeit at first glance but even though her head was telling her not to do so, her gut told her otherwise. Going with her gut, the child takes Carries hand after a minute later.
Carrie: I'm Carrie, by the way.
The girl suddenly bolts her head up to her, pleasantly surprised at the remark for some reason.
Little Carrie: Like me? My name's Carrie too.
Carrie's eyes widened hearing that. It was not every day you meet someone, let alone a young child, who has the same name as you. It didn't feel like a coincidence more than that of a pleasant surprise.
Both Carries eventually got a move on, walking throughout the entire layout of the park and back, asking other people if they seen the mother of Little Carrie anywhere but every answer was the same: no one had seen her or did not know if they had since they don't know WHO it was.
The search took well over almost fifteen minutes as both Carrie and Little Carrie were perched near the Lemon Street Canal. There, Carrie would again ask people around her the same question that's been asked for hours. Even if it was a lost cause, she at least would be determined not to give up so easily.
Little Carrie: THERE SHE IS!
Immediately bolting her head over at the direction Little Carrie was pointing, what Carrie saw made her widen her eyes with dumbfounded appall as her grip on the baby's hand lessened. By the time her grip lets go, the shock refused to leave her. It was one of the most gut-wrenching feelings she had ever endured for quite some time and almost contemplated leaving right then and there. It might've been better to abandon the scene entirely without a single soul knowing she was even there, dispersed without a trace.
But leaving a child unattended? Not the wisest choice by far.
Carrie: You'll be alright, dear. Just—just go to her.
Something came off fishy about the way she quickly stuttered the sentence out like that, at least to the child. Two and two couldn't be put together in her mind but she was happy to be reunited with her mother. She thanked Carrie for her kindness and just walked a full quarter of a mile down to the nearest lamppost before yelling out for her mother.
A blonde woman in a black rainjacket hears the voice not too far away only to bolt her head back and see her baby daughter running towards her. Sue Snell quickly opens her arms wide, grabbing her daughter tightly spinning her around like a whirlpool.
She was happy to be reunited with her loved one.
Sue: Baby baby baby, where have you been? I was looking everywhere and nobody said that they saw you. I—Carrie, honey.....
"I'm sorry, Mommy", Little Carrie spoke sincerely.
"Please. Just stay close to me next time, ok?" Her mother pleaded with her as she hugs her tightly again.
The sight was heartwarming for Carrie; which didn't alter much about how she still felt about Sue since the last time they've seen each other. But a lot had changed since the events in Chamberlain and she really couldn't hide the fact she was proud of her. She managed to sustain herself as a parent, raising a single child on her lonesome in the brink of all that transpired. At least she knew saving her life that night was the right choice.
But at the cost and expense of one Tommy Ross. Because of that same night, Sue was left without a husband. Little Carrie was left without a father and she was never really going to know her own dad. A good chunk of the blame, in Carries head, is marked squarely on her shoulders and it made her feel very depressed.
She just looks over at Sue chatting onwards with the child as Sue places her down beside her. And then Little Carrie, to her surprise, POINTS her out only for Carrie to quickly turn over and zip away.
By the time Carrie finally made it out of that zone of the park, she basically made a de-tour on the supposed track she took moments earlier and regardless of how tired she was, ran all the way to the near beginning of where she had started, which was where Desjardin was patiently waiting.
Having almost flown past her, Carrie had to stop herself briefly before Desjardin could comment about it. But she comments anyways.
Desjardin: Well, that's the fastest I've seen you run yet.
"Wasn't trying", Carrie says out of breath again as she hacks spit out of her mouth.
Desjardin: You're not supposed to try. It's more or less second nat-
Carrie: Sorry to cut this jog short but something just came up. I need to get back home.
Surprised and rather a bit flustered by Carries sudden change of attitude, Desjardin takes HER on a detour away from the pathway and far away from the heart of the park up until they come near the river bed near the Old Tampa Bay of the park. Given the progressive change of behavior not too long ago, the former gym teacher thought taking one of her former students to somewhere refreshing and calm would hopefully clear her head for the time being. Luckily, Carrie seemed to listen up after about a minute of staring. So much so that she had to sit down near the edge.
Desjardin was quick to follow and after another few seconds of silence, she finally speaks up. "I'm not understanding any of this. Thought we were having fun. Where's the smile?"
No smiles when Carrie answered her.
Desjardin: I'm trying to help here, really, I am. You shouldn't expect nothing less from me.
And yet, you deserve better.
The voice rung a familiar tune in Carries head, one in which she hoped she would long forget about. She dreaded having to turn around. But she did.
And there was Sue looking completely distraught, holding the hand of her Little Carrie.
Carrie hadn't even gotten over the shock and awe from earlier and now Rita had to deal with the imagery as well. Sue only looks and waves at Rita, trying her best to stay positive but even as Desjardin waves back, nothing could cheer them up as of right now. Knowing how serious this was prone to be, Desjardin just backs away, keeping her distance as Carrie picks herself up off the grass and the two oddly approach one another.
Neither one of them looked happy in the slightest.
Exchanging glances between each other felt like an eternity as both of them looked exhausted, famished, worn out and incredibly tired as they continue to stare each other down.
In an odd turn of events, Carrie notices ONE tear, one single teardrop from Sues right eye trickle down her cheeks as she lets go of her child's hand, looking more distraught than she was seconds ago. Not a single word was ushered between the two and while Carrie couldn't allow her face to do the talking for her, Sue was a different story.
Finally, the tension breaks as Sue tackles Carrie in a tight hug, much to both Rita's and Carrie surprise. Only the young Carrie was amused by this sight, seeing how her mother and the women who helped find her earlier were supposedly friends.
Sue: I—I missed you.
Feeling a teardrop drop into her jacket, everything about this felt very very genuine. But this similar situation had already occurred when Sue confronted Carrie years ago moments before she supposedly died; the very moment she spared her life. As embracing as it might've felt, Carries' gut told a different story.
So despite what her heart was saying, she slightly pushes away from the hug.
Carrie: I don't think I can say the same.
Sue was broken by this but she was not in the least bit surprised she'd say that, knowing Carrie still wouldn't forgive her for the past. She was extremely lucky Carrie wasn't motivated to lunge forward and choke her out like before, especially not in front of the kid. Despite her pleasing of Sue's devotion to her child as she hoped she would, some things are impossible to simply be forgotten about because regardless of what the end result was, Sue was just as responsible for the harassment and the video and everything else in between.
At least she understood that as she held back her tears. Finally, Carrie had the courage to speak to Sue again after four years.
Carrie: What'd you doing here, Sue? Did you fallow me here?
Sue: No. Absolutely not.....I moved here just as you two have. But I—I had no idea you were still alive.
She pauses slightly. "I didn't even know you were living with her", Sue admitted, pointing to Rita.
Desjardin: I thought that was you at Starbucks last month. Guess it all happened too fast.
Sue: I was in a hurry to get my daughter to daycare.
This prompted Carrie to take another look back at Little Carrie as she examined her. More butterflies churn through her stomach as two and two finally come together. She finally recognized her for when she felt her inside Sue the very night she supposedly died. At a closer distance away, she even saw Tommy's eyes in her and it only made her feel more joyful for what once was....despite still not being comfortable around Sue.
Sue: Carrie, what happened? I saw the house tumble down on you after you.....forced me out. How did you get out in time?
Carrie bolted her head back to her
Carrie: I didn't.
That rose a giant red flag for Sue AND Desjardin as both eyebrows raise all the way up. Despite learning about her powers too little too late, Sue was almost positive at this point that Carrie would've found SOME way to get out of the wreckage in one piece because if not, why else would she be in front of her now? Rita didn't even know half of it because Carrie had not told her that she actually resorted to rising from her grave like an episode of The Walking Dead. Carrie stood back realizing she said too much.
Carrie: I mean I did---I.....I hid in my Mom's closet while---I---
Lying was far from her strong suit either but as Carrie tried to come up with a fictitious factional statement, there was no use even trying anymore.
Carrie: Look I don't want to talk about it, ok? Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.
Hearing that made Sue realize more she wasn't going to forgive her so easily which again was understandable.
Sue: Carrie....I'm sorry. I really sorry. I thought having Tommy take you to prom would make up for everything but I was wr---
Abruptly cutting her off, Carrie had to collect herself and process all she just heard. Until now, Carrie, for all this time, thought Tommy just came up and asked her to prom himself. She knew he still loved Sue no matter the outcome there but she never read ANYTHING past that. By this point, the revelation felt too real.
Carrie: You.....asked him to take me?
A slight gasp leaves Carrie. Nodding furiously and pacing over herself back and forth over the realization that she was only pitied yet again, something started to click to her. Knowing that Sue was Tommy's girlfriend, the mother of his child, You know who's best friend and all the years she had to suffer cause of her, if it was her who asked Tommy to take her to prom just to fall into that terrible prank.....it made Carrie glare at Sue with a hostile stare with this demented look in her eyes.
Carrie: So it was YOU.
This left Sue hopelessly confused as to what she was talking about and Carrie didn't make it any easier for her.
Carrie: Now it all makes sense.
Sue: Carrie I---I don't understand.....
Now she was just feeling insulted by who she thought was Sue playing dumb? Carrie could barely hold back the growl in her voice now.
Carrie: No? Then let me fill you in: You had Tommy take me to Prom JUST to lure me into postion for HER and her psychotic boyfriend to dump all that blood on me! YOU ALL SET ME UP! And like an IDIOT, I fell for it! All cause I believed Tommy actually cared for me by his own choice!
Sue: No....no Carrie. I swear to God, you got it all wrong. It wasn't my fault....Ok, some of it was my fault but....I didn't asked Tommy to take you to set you up. I only wanted you to have something special for once in your life instead of all the grief we kept giving you. I had no idea Chris was.....
Carrie screeched at the top of her lungs, startling Sue and cracking the ground from beneath them as the effect ripples into the lake bed. Her powers don't extend beyond where she stood but she was worried of almost suffering an anxiety attack from too much stress. She didn't need any mentioning of the woman who ruined her life over and over.....and OVER
Carrie: Don't.....say her name....I've heard enough.
Neither Sue or Desjardin attempted to stop her from storming to the van. The sight was just as depressing from a distance then it was up close; seeing her sad, depressed, alone, the way she used to be.....it wasn't just fair.
Carrie: Just leave me alone.
Finally getting to the van and slamming the passenger side door, the window shatters. Sue couldn't help but to look down at Little Carrie first to sustain her daughters control before looking at Desjardin, feeling helpless. Neither of them didn't have any ideas on what to say or to to from here as they both look back at Carrie in the van, looking flustered and on the verge of pulling her hair out.
Sue: Ms Desjardin.....I swear I didn't set her up.
Desjardin: Whether you did or not, Carrie is still in need of time. She's made heavy progress since she came down here but.....I think the weight caught up with her.
Sue: Any chance you can talk to her? She seems to listen to you.
Desjardin: I can't overwhelm her with what she wants or doesn't want to do. But....now that I think about it, if you want.....you can send her something for her birthday by the end of the week.
Sue: Her birthday's later this week?
She only nods at Sue silently as just frowns in confusion but also pondering with anticipation. The very sight from where Carrie was sitting on the passengers seat couldn't leave her alone; once more an image from her past had come back to haunt her
None of them seemed to be aware that from a measurable distance from the shore near one of the many ledges of the park, laid a hooded figure just leaning aside on a tree trunk sporting Ray Ban shades with a mouth mask and cap. Given either the declining temperature or the rain, it felt the need to keep itself warm. On the other hand, it was being awfully distant and very stalkish, for the sight of the three women from where it was.
It briefly watches Desjardin nod to Sue one final time before walking past her and entering her minivan back away from the pier. Carrie was in its eyesight for a few seconds longer than Desjardin was as the van finally began to pull off. Turning its attention to Sue and her daughter, a pair of binoculars comes out as it zooms in to get a closer look. Nothing out of the ordinary stood out apart from Little Carrie, which drew its eyes suddenly.
Seconds after the sight goes through, it drops the binoculars and takes off its shades almost in bewilderment. But any shock that came through only vanished just as quickly as it appeared. The shades cover the eyes once more as the figure pushes itself off the tree trunk and walks off.
The dreary rainy weather of the morning elevates into a full thunderstorm as the afternoon rolls on by, for the most part. A good chunk of the people were already winding down for the day and Sue was one of those few people. But just not winding down the practical way.
Her mother was taking Little Carrie around for a literal spin in the back room, laughing and chuckling in joy. Sue however had a bigger issue on hand. Gripping her head tightly groaning loudly, she stumbles herself to the table. Before long, she reaches for the drawer and pulls out a bottle of Paracetamol under TYLENOL. Cracking the bottle open, she pops two pills in her mouth just as Eleanor comes out from the end of the hallway.
She briefly catches Sue gulping down the pills with some water but she sees the bottle on the table anyways, much to her shock and surprise.
Eleanor: Are you---still on the painkillers. Sue: I'm just troubled.
She tries snatching the container away but Sue was a little quicker to snatch it back.
Sue: Doctor says I need two a day. What's the big deal?
Eleanor: I shouldn't have to remind you on that. Too much of a good thing is not good for anyone. Hell, this isn't healthy period!
Sue: If you only knew what I had to live with!
Eleanor snatches the bottle away this time with a visible frustrated glare over her face, having to look at her daughter in the most depressive matter she's ever seen her in. Not even Little Carrie frolicking around and hugging her mother by the leg could do much to cheer her up ether way. Sue felt like two completely different people trapped within herself and not much of that could really be changed anymore than it already was.
That only quadrupled the already busy schedule that's been on her mother.
Eleanor: Sue, honey, I understand the trauma. Take that and you losing Tommy and being a single mother.....it's difficult to pass all that up. Numbing the pain, however, won't do anything to help you there. It's one thing to fuss and mourn the events that scarred you indefinitely but whatever you keep mentioning about Chamberlain.....
She pauses a second too fast, almost choking up having to even think about that tragic event from long ago and how lucky she was that they all got out alive. "You know I hate it when you bring up the past, right?"
That just froze Sue in place where she stood. So many times she had told her mother in full what happened that very same day and so many times she had her mother comfort her after a nightmare the night before and after. Nowadays, it feels like an afterthought to her.
An event like the one Sue witnessed isn't one in which you can just recover from after a few weeks.
It led Sue to raise an interesting point.
Sue: It seems as if the past never dies. It comes back when you least expect it to and when you least need it to. Do you......do you believe sins can never truly be forgiven? Do you believe it's right for one to suffer by the hands of many? Do you believe in fallen angels?
For an interesting point, Eleanor couldn't really think of much of an answer. "Sue, I—I cant say I do."
Sue: Well, you should.
An interesting remark nonetheless, Eleanor only nods keeping her daughters cryptic message at heart as she exits the kitchen. By this time Sue's headache finally leaves her only for her cell phone to vibrate and ring. Barely dropping it upon taking it out of her pocket, she catches it quickly and then answers it.
Sue: Hello? Oh hey, Erika. Yeah, it's been a while. It's more or less—No, really, I—
She sighs heavily, looking back at her daughter.
Sue: Ok, ok, ok......very weird sense of Deja Vu happened this morning. Don't know the best way to explain it but I got a visit from.....an old acquaintance of mine. It's Carrie.
Brief silence in-between.
Sue: Yeah, I know. I don't know how she survived but she seemed to be doing well for herself. No, I don't think she has forgiven me. And I don't blame her for doing so.
She'd be right about that.
Back at Desjardins residence, there Carrie lies on the couch, pondering long and hard over the surprise and unexpected visit today from Sue. No tears were flowing but she didn't have much to say about it. All she wanted was to leave her past behind and even THAT was difficult. every time she'd two steps forward, it's always four steps back.
She didn't feel the need to express to Desjardin again about the fiasco surrounding Sue and the dreaded wings of the past bygone.
Only one person however came to mind, for she needed someone to talk to about this.
Snatching her raincoat from the closet, she immediately rushes out the house, sprinting down next door and up the steps. Knocking on the door excessively as the rain continues to pour harder and harder, the door finally swings open only for Sean to get bombarded with the sight of the angel he saw next door right in front of him.
Neither his eyes or Carries left each other's sight despite her being outside of the door, drenched in layers of precipitation.
"Hi.", Sean stumbles over his words.
Not even a minute before the awkwardness dies down, Sean just walked aside and gets out of the way, letting Carrie walk in only for Sean to close the door behind her. Slipping off her coat, she notices how inadvertently she was wetting the furniture around her but with nowhere to leave it in sight; she had to ask.
Carrie: You got like a coat hanger or something?
Sean: The couch is fine.
Carrie just had to point out, "The couch is already wet."
Sean: Just wring it out, I don't mind."
She only looks back at the sofa behind her and despite how awkward she felt around him again, she just wrongs out the access water, folded the jacket on to the left arm of the couch and places it there.
Looking back, Sean was already gone. Then she already heard the splashing of water running in the kitchen as she peeks inside. He was just finishing the dishes.
Sean: Sorry for the mess. My brother and I eat like monkeys.
Carrie: That's kind of common.
Sean briefly nods his head to the side. "Not according to most folks I know."
Turning off the sink and placing the last few bowls and dishes near the rack, he wiped his hands off getting rid of the access soap. Just as Carrie observed the living room much further, she again saw most of the items and material that her own house didn't have way back home: most materialistic items that Margaret continued to rant endlessly and drone on about. She would never hear the end of it from her given her mental state.
Carrie couldn't help but to seat down on the couch and take in everything around her; it felt really nice. Felt comfortable, soothing, heartwarming to the soul. She felt like a completely different person. A framed family portrait soon catches her eye amongst all the other frames of childhood pictures on the table. She could only assume it was Sean and Ray in their younger years. It was a silver plated framed family photo of Sean and Ray as kids and their parents. Both boys were in gray suits as the mother wore a flowered hat and dark blue dress while the dad wore a black shirt and red tie. All were smiling together.
Ray, ironically, had the biggest smile out of all of them in the picture.
That, in turn, made Carrie perk up a smile. She knew many families deep down were happy together and while she wished she had that to begin with, it only made her admire the years she spent with Desjardin. She spent more of her time cramped up in the sea of emotional vulnerability as opposed to the point where she wasn't comfortable to let anyone else in. Looking at this portrait only made her realize how much more she needed rather than just an emotional recovery.
The sound of a throat being cleared out startles Carrie again, lightly jumping as she turned her head over to Sean, feeling a very ominous shiver crawl down her spine. She slightly places the picture down which Sean didn't seem to mind.
Sean: It's alright; you can look at anything you want. I don't mind.
Carrie still felt relatively uneasy in the sense that she was in someone else's house other than hers or Desjardins, practically touching items that didn't belong to hers. So she felt dirty just being in the same distance as him knowing what she was doing.
Carrie: I.....just don't want to violate your privacy.
Sean: Hey, you're my guest. I'm telling you it's ok.
Some form of relief came over Carrie, briefly grinning at him and then back down at the portrait. That was a beautiful smile, Sean briefly thought as Carrie continued to skim over the tainted metal of the portrait until finally she raised a question.
Carrie: Are these your parents?
Sean briefly nods, looking at the portrait almost in sorrow. "Yeah, that's them. That was taken on Thanksgiving day, 2007. I looked like a dork in that suit but Dad had one himself at that age so I guess....."
Carrie: Family air looms?
Sean: I guess they were to him.
Right before Carrie could ask where they might possible be, what Sean says next breaks the ice completely.
Sean: Both of them.....they died three years ago.
Carrie flinched and looked back at him. "How'd they....?"
Sean just turns away in silence, pondering the question on hand. Frequent tranquility sinks into his head as the expression over his face and his body language droops, much to Carrie's worry. Afraid she possibly offended him by triggering a painful memory, she felt the need to comfort him somehow.
No physical contact though.
Carrie: I'm sorry I shouldn't have---
She starts before Sean raises a finger, indicating her to wait. Nothing could make her understand why but the way he was taking his sweet time just to respond let it be known that something about the mentioning of his parents struck him.
Sean: Nah Nah.....it's....it's just complicated. I mean, what tragedy isn't? But....what happened to them is just—
Carrie thought it couldn't be more complicated than her past tragedies in terms of setting an entire tow ablaze or killing her own mother in self-defense but then again she never stepped in anyone else's shoes before. Now, it was understandable for her to realize that others like Sean had some things in common to her.
Once again, there's a sigh of relief. "Um.....Darn it. How rude of me for not offering hospitality? You hungry or thirsty or anything?"
Carrie politely nods no.
Carrie: Actually, I just needed to get out of the house....and.....kinda get something off my chest.
"Oh....well, that's new. Sure thing", Sean assures her, waltzing back to the kitchen first and like he was witnessing an extravaganza, he pulls out two Pepsi's from the fridge.
No manner of tension gets released before Sean bursts back in the living room, holding another Pepsi to Carrie and asking, "You want one?"
She again nods no as he sat beside her on the sofa, both cans beside him on the table where Carrie's jacket was. Sean says nothing more, taking a moderate sip from the Pepsi before speaking up again.
Sean: So....I guess whatever you got to get off your chest, I'm all ears.
A kind of surreal case for Carrie at this moment; the only person who she would've went to first for support used to only Desjardin back in the day. But she had longed for the day where it wouldn't be just her giving her tips and support and listening to her utmost fears and here Sean was fully opening up to her unlike nobody else would.
Carrie: Well....this is strange cause....we've only been neighbors for a few years and only spoken once or twice. So I don't know if I'm talking to a stranger or some random neighbor but for some reason....I feel the need to open up if not make the attempt because I feel like you're someone I can--
Sean: I'm honored.
He chuckled slightly indirectly answering Carrie before she could finish. Yet, that only made what Carrie say next all the more awkward.
Carrie: Well.....Sean....do you have any beliefs?
Sean: What do you mean?
Knowing there was no turning back now, Carrie began spilling the beans again.
Carrie: I had one to many beliefs filled in my brain all my life. But the biggest belief that anyone ever told me.....was that the whole world was a sin.
Sean: Say what?
Carrie: Just hear me out for just a minute.......I've lived under so much more than I should've and because of it I can't seem to look foward to the things ahead I want to do when the weight of your failures and mishaps just run you down like a dog everywhere you go.
The vast cryptic statement didn't catch Sean as much as he tried to catch it Sean: Carrie I'm trying to understand and I'm not trying to rush you on the point of this but what'd you talking about?
Carrie: I saw someone I knew earlier before the storm. Someone who use to make fun of me in high school.
As vague as she got an itching sensation wanted more to be said from within. This however was as far from the right time. Carrie: To be more specific, she didn't purposely treat me as rough or nasty as most of her other friends did....at least....part of me doesn't think so. But the rest is unsure.
Sean: So you think this person you know is gonna torment you again?
Carrie: I....I don't even know. I shoved her away and part of me should feel better for standing up for myself but part of me feels horrible about it cause she's got a kid. But the dad died and.....
Realizing she was dipping herself far too deep there she stops herself. Any more extraneous information and the entire story would come out: the last thing she'd ever want. Carrie: I just don't know......
Sean just dropped a frown, the more she stared opening up as little as he now understood where Carrie was getting at with this. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't invested.
Sean: You got trust issues. I know what that's like.
Carrie: Do you?
He scoffs silently with a mild chuckle
Sean: Oh yeah.....if you remember what I said before, I had a failed relationship because of the stuff she used to pull off. What the guys she's got under her thumb pulled too. What she basically made me pull.....
He stopped for a minute; he could hardly stomach having to speak out about what happened with him and Kaitlyn without having to face down and turn away.
Sean: I couldn't live with myself because of her. I can't even talk to my own friends on campus about it cause most of them are her sheep. Hell, not even my own brother and that's saying something since Ray's normally a safe haven to reach to. He gets moody and strict about things way too much nowadays that I can't even talk to him without him getting riled out.
Having Ray described that way eerily reminded Carrie a bit about how her mother was, for she too was one to start on and ramble to the point where she never bothered to listen to her once. And needless to say, it got annoying to her and given Sean is talking about his brother being the same way, she happen to fill in his shoes and it got a little easy for her.
Maybe too easy.
Carrie: So....given you can't talk to your brother or your friends, you....can't escape huh?
Sean: Yeah. Something like that. Each time I run into her.....I just get as aggravated. But I can't get anything of my chest without more jumping right on it.
Execpt Carrie had already jumped further into the abyss of emotional vulnerability and what she discovered between Sean and Kaitlyn was no different. Carrie: I see.....did you ever forgive her?
She felt the need to ask, recognizing the irony in that sentence. Brief silence occurred in between before then
Sean: I don't really know. All I do know is she's old news to me. Nothing more. So maybe....maybe this girl you're talking about should be too.
Carrie: That's the thing, Sean. I try to look at her as old news except it's hard. Cause she had most of everything. Great family, popular friends.....and this almost perfect boyfriend. Me? I had nothing.
This drew immediate confusion from the young man. Didn't she have already have a mother that supported and cared for her, he thought.
Sean: But....isn't your mom next door anything?
Carrie: Ms. Desjardin's not my real mom. She was actually my gym teacher who....sort of adpoted me. My real mother died years ago.
Carrie leaves at that and rightfully so. This made Sean bow down his head in sorrow.
Sean: I'm sorry. My condolences.
Carrie: Don't worry about it. I don't want pity. Because honestly, I don't know if I should even grieve for her like I'm supposed to. She abused me as much as the kids at school did.
Sean: My god.....that's....that's just messed up. Nothing but cruelty? No. No one shouldn't be judged before they're known....I mean....not even someone as stunning as you.
This made Carrie look up at him in stunned silence once more over the remarks. She couldn't help but to blush as once more, Sean pauses before heading into deep silence. Not many seconds passed however before he got through to what he wanted to say as he drank down the rest of his Pepsi and slammed down the can.
Sean: You know what....I got an idea that might help you get adjusted from all the crap you gone through: How would you like to come to campus with me?
Carrie: You mean like.....today?
A slight Hmm stirs from his mouth.
Sean: Well, obviously after whenever this storm passes. There's a lot of friendly people there who'd LOVE to know you. Only person we may have to avoid is my ex. Either way, I'm sure you'd love it there.
CCarrie briefly turned away, not knowing how to take this. sure about this cause the last time she got offered something by a guy, it all imploded and everything just went wrong. The only difference here she found was while reading Sean's mind, she saw that he was truthful about his ex and that she had no idea about her so how could she be set up again?
Despite knowing Sean for a such a short period of time, Carrie somehow knew she could trust him and a glance later, she nodded.
Hours passed in the evening when the storm had finally dialed down, revealing a red sunset just as Sean and Carrie came out the house, jackets on, walking to the car.
Carrie: Are you really sure everyone's nice at your campus?
Sean: Possitive. And if they're not, I'll tell them to blow it off their asses.
Carrie tried not to be offened of his mild language except this time the way he put it together actually made her chuckle slightly. She just went along with it until another thought popped in her head: "Where's your brother? I noticed he wasn't around when I came earlier."
Sean: He's already there. We might run into him later. But don't let him get to you if he......
Carrie didn't like where that appeared to be going.
Carrie: If he what?
Sean: Just let me do most of the talking with him.
Sean then hopped in the driver's seatwaiting for Carrie. stood there for a minute than went in shotgun soon as the ignition started. Backing out of the driveway, Sean had to alter the taillights and the rear-view mirrors due to the sunset before finally driving off towards the campus.
But little did they know, another pair of car lights flipped on as well as the ignition as a red Camaro pulls out from the driveway across from Sean and Ray's house and proceeded to follow Sean's car.
Somewhere along the mildly soothing ride joy came a few red lights and a little road rage from Sean due to the rush hour being from 3:30 to 7:30. It was only 6 p.m so it didn't do much to soothe him.
By the time they finally arrived to the University of South Florida campus grounds, Sean sighed a heavy sigh of relief, lucky to be out the rush hour of traffic as he puts his car in park and turns off the ignition. The second he looks besides him, Carrie was knocked out, fast asleep:
He has to nudge her shoulder to get her up and running again. By the time her vision reappears, the change of scenery was evident within seconds.
Sean: We're here, sleepy head.
Having to look at the campus from a distance was intriguing enough but having stepped out the car with Sean and walk closer towards campus grounds, an immediate sense of insecurity and nervousness overtook the young woman once again. College was much different than high school or elementary school; nobody would be there to hold your hand. You'd monitor your own time, you pay for your classes, not to mention choose the kind of classes you have at whatever time you choose. The significant differences there wouldn't matter much if her situation altered VERY LITTLE.
It became apparent of just how uncomfortable Carrie looked to be once Sean saw how scrunched up her nose was as well as how sensitive she was, jumping at a slight ruffle in the bushes. Nothing but a squirrel ruffles through the leaves before leaping back out into the night. Luckily, Sean pulled her back to focus.
Sean: Sorry, forgot to mention the wildlife can get above average when the suns goin' down.
Carrie: This—pretty big place here.
Sean: You won't think that once we get a good look around. Now look, there's certain a timeframe where every one of us have to be in the dorms and off to bed cause we all have different schedules so we kind of have to make this quick.
Carrie: Mind if I—Umm, look over here first?
As she points near the stands in the circle, she just gets a foot away from reaching them before she hears: "Carrie, pay attention!"
Few seconds too late as Carrie ends up bumping across another solid figure and slightly falls over. She catches herself in time, looking up and seeing exactly what she bumped into as an old man, around his mid to late 60's with gray hair and a beard and raggedy clothes, covered from head to toe. The only obscure thing standing out was the beach hat covering his hair.
Carrie: Umm, sir, I'm—sorry. Sorry. Should've been paying attention.
No response back from the senile man. He briefly looked over in Seans direction before turning back to Carrie.
Now Carrie hadn't seen much of people who looked down on their luck or were less fortunate than she was since the big move. But while she would definitely wouldn't bat an eye to anyone like them who looked desperately in need, something felt extremely off about this one individual, despite the manner of his clothing. She felt something strangely amiss in the man's body language.
The glare in his eyes.
And even more amiss? The way he spoke.
Man: The world of demons, fallen Angels, is very real – a fact we need to know. We have to face up to this terrible reality, so that we do not fall unsuspectingly into their hands and come under their tyranny. Even the devil weeps when it remembers how it once had wings.
The structure, the layout, the manner in which it was being said; This religious message felt absolutely NOTHING like the religious rants that Margaret would spit out and yammer on about for days on end. And moreover, it wasn't something that DIDN'T make sense. Genuine or otherwise, those words immediately spoke to the young Carrie.
The sentence struck essentially harder given how much she's sinned. She felt the need to speak out.
"This......unfrequented place to find some ease, ease to the body some, none to the mind. Times past and what once i was and what am now.....O wherefore was my birth from heaven foretold. Twice by an angel, who at last in sight of both my parents......all in flames......ascended", she recites her old poem from high school in soothing tone and matter.
Despite Sean knowing how not to get into contact with strangers, the interaction between Carrie and that man was off to him in so many ways. He couldn't help but to think a little outside the box here and assume the possibilities. Who's to say these two don't know each other already?
Given what he already heard, it was strongly suggested that they did.
Man: I pray you find peace.
"You too", Carrie states firmly and oddly while nodding.
Not much else was said between the two. The old man simply stepped backwards and began walking away. But not before a slight clink rings through Carries eardrums. Immediately looking down to the pavement, she sees one sight unfamiliar to her: A diamond ring. Quickly suspecting the ring belonged to the old man, she just picks it up and only starts to run for him only to see he vanished into the night. Not one trace of him was present anymore.
Lost and unsure of where to go from there, Carrie just stands there glimpsing over the grooves and edges of the ring, almost as if she was mesmerized. She hardly notices Sean looking over her shoulder in a peeping Tom matter no less. Not that she minded.
"That.....poem? Was that Samson?" Sean spike out, recognizing the John Milton drama poem.
Carrie: Samson Agonistes. Yes.
Sean: So you're religious?
She couldn't help but to just stare back at him before looking back up in the direction of the night, right where the old man made his mark and then vanished.
Carrie: Where I'm from.....my definition of religion is way different from yours, by a wide margin.
He couldn't argue with that.
Sean: Hmm. Born of a different cloth, I appreciate that. So I guess I'll—
Carrie: I'll catch up to you.
Certain or not, Sean had all the trust in the world for her so he had no real reason to dispute against her on that. Walking further and further away, it left Carrie on her own with the ring as she continued to observe it. She rotated the ring around her fingers until she saw some carved words on it.
And those words said: In God's Blessed Time, We Are One.
They struck something inside of Carrie's heart, like someone was personally leaving a trail of cheat sheets to a test yet to expire except it wasn't like that. To her, personally......
.....it was a sign.
But as much as she wanted it to mean SOMETHING, that was all it was right now. Carrie grasped the ring tightly in her hand and left it in her pocket as she kept on, moving forward ahead.
Two and a half hours pass. It's 9:14 p.m and in Rays dorm room, Scott and another friend of theirs, Aimee Summers (Joey King) asleep and not even moving an inch all while Ray was sluggishly and sloppily slipping back and forth between consciousness and slimming his pencil off the paper. There was this essay he, Scott and Aimee were working on together for Psychology and it was one of those instances in which all other work for in the way of this ones.
So at the dead last minute, he had to finish the last of whatever was there. Luckily, he does just that.
"Thank Fffff—Argh!", he exerts loudly, exhausted from the hard labor he's had to help put in for the past few hours. That loud outburst however didn't wake the other two up. Zonked and weary, he tosses the papers behind him barely crumbled up as he lays down, burning his face into the comforter.
Not even a second into getting some sort of stress relief, a mild knock in the door immediately wakes him up.
Bolting off the bed, he's quick to yank the door open to see his older brother and Carrie on the other side. Needless to say he's surprised to see them BOTH.
"Sean? Man, what you'd doing? You don't have class today", Ray says, paralyzed in confusion.
Sean: Or Wednesday or Thursday either, I know. Just figured I stop by, see if you made any—
He doesn't finish. He just glimpses behind his brother. The bulge of Scott's head sticking out from Ray's shoulder as he stepped into the room with Carrie was very tricky to ignore considering how he was perched on top of the drawer, knocked out like a light. The sight of Aimee dozing off didn't do much to appease Sean either. Glancing over a piece of papers crumbled and scattered over the bed, it was hard to see why almost everyone in the room was all but exhausted and tired.
Being hard at work all night will do that to you.
Sean: You know, bro? There's a difference between you and Stephen Hawking. At least Stephen Hawking actually did something.
"Aww come on, don't be slacking off on me now", Ray jokingly jabs at him.
"Wouldn't bet on it", Sean complies as they shake hands and hug.
They again look down at Scott and Aimee motionless and knocked out along the floor and so they had gotten an idea. Thinking alike, both brothers smirk just as Ray just mouths Watch this to Carrie on the outside. Both then start banging on the side jambs of the door excessively in sync with their feet yelling out "SURPRISE INSPECTION!", alerting Scott and Aimee out of their slumber as they both bolt up at the same time.
But not before bopping their heads into one another.
Scott: Jes—ow. Aimee!
Aimee: Why is it me? You got up first!
Scott: Well, who was kn—
Both brothers clear their throats loud enough to get both of their attention As both turn to them, they couldn't help but to notice Sean and Ray trying not to burst into laughter. Unfortunately, neither of them could hold it in.
They had to let it out. And the exception they got out was expected.
Aimee: Me estás tomando el pelo?! You couldn't have picked a worse time, could you?
"Opportunity was right there, I had to". With Ray not giving much of a reason as more of an excuse, it only raised more behind the possible motive.
Scott: Jesus Christ, why you gotta do this to me? You know I'm sensitive to loud noises.
Ray: Well, you know I'm sensitive to bright lights.
Having Sean intervene still didn't do much to dim the discussion.
Sean: So technically speaking that was, I guess, payback. Because when Ray was blinded, Ray was wronged. And according to the BBF code: when you wrong a friend, you have to make it right.
Scott: And THAT made it right?
"We all got our ways of handling stuff, isn't that always the case, Scott?" Ray reprimands as he points to Scott. No immediate answer came to Scott. In fact, he laid puzzled in the middle of the scene for a hot second and it got to to the point where Ray hoped he might've forgotten.
Sean: Please tell me you didn't forget the best friend code. You're already lingering on the—
Scott: I didn't forget about the best friends code. And the no dating ex's code.......
Aimee: So eyeballing Kaityln every step of the way isn't violating the ex's code?
Both brothers just nod "No".
Scott: And don't make me bring up the don't borrow underwear code.
He points directly over to Ray as Aimee and Sean just lock eyes onto him. He couldn't shake both of their cold stares off of him since he was guilty as charged.
Ray: What? It was one time!
This drew laughter from Carrie near the doorway. It wasn't abrupt or obnoxious laughter but it was a good laugh nonetheless. That just made Ray drop his mouth slightly as he turned back towards Carrie.
Carrie: I'm sorry, I'm sorry but.....you borrowed underwear?
(More coming soon)
Upon its release, Carrie: Blood Of Redemption received mostly positive reviews from critics and audiences alike. Review aggravator website Rotten Tomatoes gave the film a score of 65% stating, "As a major improvement over its faulty predecessor, Carrie: Blood of Redemption shines with its talented cast and a surprisingly well-thought out story that makes this installment passable if not spectacular despite it's awkward and uneven pace."
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The following film is rated "R" for excessive violence and strong language throughout....