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Hey, everybody! Here's a sequel to Carrie's Secret! Shoutout to the all-too-awesome AvrilLavigneFan2001 who helped me a LOT in coming up with the plot for this story! Hope you all enjoy!

Hand in hand, the new couple walked slowly to Carrie's house. The redhead was a bit nervous, but the blue-haired girl next to him had determination in her eyes.

"You got the emergency number ready?" She asked the boy. He nodded.

"Yeah, right here." He said, holding up his phone to show 911 on the screen, ready if they needed it. Hopefully, they wouldn't. They stopped in front of her house. Carrie sighed and looked down, closing her eyes. Larry looked at her worriedly. "Care, are you okay?" He asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. "We don't have to do this, you know." Carrie looked at him and smiled.

"You're right. We don't have to do this, but I do. You can still leave if you want."

"No, I won't let you do this alone." He stated firmly. "I'm just...worried." Carrie could see how worried he was just by looking at him. She then placed her hand under his chin, making him look directly at her.

"It'll be okay, Larry." She said before leaning forward and gently kissing him. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. "Ready?" She asked. He nodded. "Okay, then. Let's go." She said as they started walking towards the door.

The door creaked loudly as Carrie slowly pushed it open. The two crept into the house, trying to be as quiet as possible. There were no lights on, and it was completely silent.

"You go check upstairs. I'll see if he's down here." Carrie whispered to Larry. He nodded and began heading for the stairs. As he was going up, he began shaking at the thought of her dad popping out at any second. He gulped as he finally reached the top of the stairs, looking around. He checked the bathroom, closets, and her dad's bedroom, which was littered with beer bottles and cans. Larry shook his head in disgust and left the room. There were two more places left to check: Carrie's room, and the attic. Larry went to her bedroom door and opened it. A strange odor hit his nose as he entered the room. He flipped the lights on, and what he saw made him want to hurl. There, right on Carrie's bed, was a cat lying on its back. An orange cat. Its fur was mangled, and its neck was at an angle it shouldn't have been in. There was a large gash running from its chest to the base of its stomach. It was surrounded by a small pool of blood.

"Oh, god..." Larry breathed as he put a hand to his mouth in shock. On the wall above the cat were words, presumably written in the animals blood. It said: YOU'RE NEXT CARRIE. Larry took a step back in horror. "Th-this guy's insane!" He whispered to himself, taking another step back. Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey, Larr. Whatcha lookin' at?" He spun around to see Carrie standing there, trying to see into the room.

"No, Carrie! You shouldn-" Carrie's eyes widened, and she pushed past Larry before he could finish his sentence. She walked into the room and saw what had become of her beloved pet.

"Wha-" She said as she was trying to process what she was looking at. "D-Dr. Purrs. H-he...he..." She slowly walked up to it and, despite the blood, sat down next to it and picked it up, cradling it in her arms like a baby. She started crying as she held it close to her. Larry sighed and was about to go comfort her when he heard a faint sound. It sounded like...footsteps. Larry gasped as the sound got louder, and he threw himself against the door, closing it. No sooner had he done that did they hear pounding on the door.

"Carrie, I know you're in there!" Her father said in a creepy, fake-cheerful voice. "Come on out, sweetie! Daddy's here!" Carrie suddenly stood up angrily, the cat still in her arms and tears still streaming down her face.

"You're a monster!" She screamed. "You killed him!" They then heard a creepy chuckle come from the other side of the door.

"Oh, you saw the little gift I left for you? Don't worry. You aren't too far behind!" He said as he began kicking at the door.

"Larry, your phone!" Carrie said.

"Oh, yeah!" He said as he took out his phone, pressing the 'Call' button under the 911 as her father's kicks to the door became more aggressive.

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