Carly drives home in tears, and slowly drags herself up to her apartment. Once inside Carly leans against the door, without clicking on the light, and slowly slides down the door, crying uncontrollably.
Carly is roughly pulled from the
floor, by a set of very large muscular hands and flung against the wall,
knocking the breath from her, as the lights are clicked on.
Carly falls to the floor gasping
for breath, and then is quickly pulled from the floor, and forcefully held
against the wall, by a very large muscular man, known as Snake.
“Bitch! Start Talking!” Snake
demands, as Carly struggles to breath, as she continues to cry.
“Where’s Hailie?” Another large
muscular man known as Smoke demands, as he walks over, and stands beside Snake,
as Carly tries desperately to breath, and focus on what’s going on.
“Slut you better start talking!”
Snake demands, as he tightens the pressure of his arm on her upper chest, as
Smoke wickedly laughs.
“H . . . o . . . me.” Carly
struggles to say, as both men glance at each other in confusion, and Snake
looses his hold a little.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
Smoke loudly demands, as Carly fights to regain her composure, and tries to
figure how she’s going to get away from them.
“I . . . took . . . her home.”
Carly hoarsely whispers, as tears fall from her cheeks, as Smoke pulls his
cel-phone out and dials.
Smoke walks to the other side of
the room, talking on his cel-phone, as Snake continues to hold Carly firmly
against the wall, as she cries uncontrollably.
“Bitch! Do you realizes what I’m
going to do to your fuckin’ ass if you’re lying?” Snake coldly asks, as Carly
squirms under his hold.
“Bitch! I will break your little
ass body in half!” Snake threatens, as he looks directly into Carly’s eyes, as
he tightens his hold on her.
“Fuck You!” Carly shouts, as she
struggles even harder to break free, and he backhands her, and she falls to the
floor.
“SNAKE! Back Off!” Smoke yells out
in urgency, as he rushes over and grabs Snake by the arm, as he is about to
grab Carly.
“C’mere!” Smoke states, as he
motions for Snake to follow him to the other side of the room, as Carly pulls
herself to a sit up position, leaning against the wall, watching them cross the
room, wondering what the hell is going on, as she tries to regain a normal
breathing pattern.
“We weren’t supposed to touch her!
Just ask her were Hailie was. Proof is on his way, and we’re supposed to ask
her if she needs a doctor. Supposedly Slim likes the bitch. ” Smoke explains in a quiet whisper, as they
both look over at Carly, and then Snake looks at Smoke, like his lost his mind.
“What The Hell!” Snake totally
confused yells out, as Snake grabs his arm to quiet him down.
“SSSHHH! I don’t know what’s going
on, but Proof sounded like it was the end of the world. So just go over there
and ask her if she needs a doctor.” Smoke nervously states, as he looks at
Snake, and they both look over at Carly, before moving slowly towards her.
“Miss do you think you need a
doctor?” Snake sincerely asks, as he kneels down beside Carly, and extends his
hand out to help her up, as Carly wipes the tears from her face with the back
of her hand, then swats his hand away.
“Don’t Fuckin’ Touch Me!” Carly
angrily yells out, but begins to cry again, as she slowly stands up, and the
two men take several steps back.
Carly coldly looks at each of the
men, as she leans against the wall and tries to regain her composure, and then
slowly walks towards her bedroom.
“Get The Fuck Out Of My House!”
Carly states calmly as she can, as she reaches the bedroom door, and then turns
and glances at the two men, before going in and locking the door behind her.
Every bone and muscle in Carly’s
body aches. Her head pounding from her brain trying desperately to get control
of her heart, that’s in totally koas from the day’s events, as she slowly moves
through the bedroom to the bathroom and locks the door that leads to the living
room, then stands at the bathroom counter and looks into the mirror.
Carly doesn’t recognize the refection
looking back at her. Eyes blood shoot and puffy from crying, the left side of
her face still red from being backhanded, strands of hair fallen from her
ponytail, like she been in a Chicago windstorm.
Carly turns on the cold water, and
splashes her face several times, and wipes her face with a wet, cold washcloth,
and then reaches in the medicine cabinet and grabs the Tylenol and pops three.
Then gently pulls the scrunchie from her hair and slowly runs her fingers
through it, as she walks back to her bedroom.
Carly slowly sits down on the bed
and reaches over and turns on the nightlight, before laying back on the bed,
with her feet still on the floor.
Carly can hear the two men still
moving around in the living, as she lays on the bed and stares at the ceiling,
desperately trying to keep images of Marshall out of her head.
Marshall’s pitiful expression when
she cleaned his knuckle off. The childish look, him on knees in the middle of
the bed, with the sucker stick sticking from his mouth. The desperate
expression, when he had to piss. How peaceful he looked when he slept.
A warm secure feeling washes over
Carly, as her mind wonders off to how secure she felt waking up next to him,
how soft and warm his lips were when they kissed, but Carly soon begins to cry,
as the images of his rage erases the rest.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Proof slowly and carefully
explains to Marshall, that he sent Snake and Smoke over to Carly’s, just in
case Hailie and her would show up there. But forgot to call them back, to let
them know Hailie was home safe.
Marshall doesn’t speak the rest of
the way to Carly’s, as he worries about her safety, and which of his friends
he’s going to kill first, if anything is wrong with her. But his heart hurts,
as he comes to the realization that it’s entirely his fault.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Marshall busts through the
apartment door, and frantically looks around the room for Carly, as Snake and
Smoke jump to their feet.
“Where Is She?” Marshall roughly
asks, and Smoke points to the bedroom door, and is about to asks what’s going
on, when Proof motions not now.
“Carly!” Marshall urgently yells
out, as he rushes to the bedroom door, and tries to enter, but finds it locked,
and he looks around at Proof whose trying the bathroom door, and finds it
locked.
“Carly! Please Open The Door.”
Marshall urgently pleads, as he tries the doorknob again, as Proof walks over
to Smoke and Snake and explains everything and they quietly leave.
“Carly Answer Me! Please!”
Marshall sincerely pleads as he shakes on the door, as Proof returns to
Marshall’s side.
“What the fuck did they do to her?
Carly, Sweetheart Please Open The Door.” Marshall states, as he glances over at
Proof, then turns his attention back to the door and shakes the doorknob again,
not giving Proof a chance to answer.
“Sweetheart Please Answer Me!”
Marshall pleads, as he puts his ear to the door and can hear Carly crying, and
every part of him shakes the doorknob even harder.
“Oh Please Don’t Cry . . . Please
. . . open the door.” Marshall struggles to say, as his heart aches.
“Go Away!” Carly struggles to say
between crying, knowing her mind, body and soul couldn’t handle seeing him, as
she curls up in a fetal position in the center of the bed.