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CARLY'S POV

I woke up to a knocking on my door. I didn't get my hopes up, cause I could tell it wasn't Sam or Freddie, nor was it anyone who found them. The knocking was soft. Polite.

I sat up, straightened my clothes and checked the clock. Ten thirty AM. I sighed. I had been getting up early and staying up late trying to find my friends, and I've come to the conclusion that they're gone. If they were anywhere on this ship, the three days of searching would have turned up some results.

Mrs. Benson cried. I cried. Spencer did, and he won't admit it. He's trying to be the strong one. Sam's mom locked herself in her room. I'm going to go see her tonight.

I opened the door and a tall man in a nice suit smiled warmly at me.

"Carly, did you sleep well?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah I did. But, uh, who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Jack Burkhart, CEO of Crystal Waters cruises."

"Oh, my gosh. I'm sorry, Mr. Burkhart. Come in?" This man gave us the cruise for nothing, and though I'd much rather be home with my friends than here, I was not about to be impolite to this generous man.

"So, I just came by to ask you something."

I swallowed. "Um, yes?"

"We are still trying Sam and Freddie, we've alerted the coastguard and have helicopters making rounds, but so far, we haven't had much success."

"I know…" I said quietly, looking at my hands.

"We were wondering, though we're sorry to be asking you this under such conditions, if you were still willing to appear in our commercial."

I looked up. I didn't consider the request unreasonable, considering we did promise to do this and he is the reason we're here. But I wasn't okay with acting as though I was having the time of my life with Sam and Freddie MIA without knowing so much as if they were okay or not.

"I- I will be in your commercial, Mr. Burkhart, but do you mind if we shoot it once we're back on land? Or at least until we find Sam and Freddie? I don't feel very comfortable with doing this without them, and I have no idea where they are."

"Absolutely. In the meantime, we'll keep looking for your friends, and we'll try to make your stay with us as nice as possible."

I thanked Mr. Burkhart and shook his hand, but as soon as he was gone, I let tears fall again. I fell onto the bed and cried for what felt like hours, my tears darkening the comforter. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up several hours later. I heard soft voices.

"We don't know. They might not even be on the ship."

"That's highly unlikely, Mr. Shay."

I glanced at the clock as the voices continued. Nine thirty PM. There was a glass of water beside my bed that wasn't there previously and a notepad. I was laying in my bed properly, not sideways like when I cried.

"So you don't think it's anything else?"

"I can't diagnose her without speaking to her, Mr. Shay. And to be clear, I don't think anything is wrong with her."

"But you told me-"

"I'm just saying you need to take her out and have her enjoy herself or this could manifest into that. This isn't serious yet, but it could be."

"Okay, well… Thank you."

"Call me if you need anything."

I heard the door open and close, and I shut my eyes. They hurt a little, but nothing too bad.

I heard someone take a seat next to me. I knew it had to be Spencer, but I didn't open my eyes. I felt his hand stroking my hair, and I heard him sniffle a little bit.

Eventually his hand stopped and I heard the sniffling grow a little. I peeked open one eye and saw him reaching for a box of tissues. He looked like he'd been chewed up and spit out. I guess we all kind of did.

Maybe five more minutes passed and I heard him get up and walk into the bathroom. Water started running in the sink and I sat up. It was nine forty three. I rustled up my hair a little and put on a sleepy face before walking over to the open bathroom door and leaning on the frame.

Spencer was splashing water on his face. He looked up and a startled look crossed his face.

"Oh, man. Did I wake you? I'm sorry, kid."

"No, you didn't wake me. I just woke up myself. I've been sleeping for a while, hm?"

"Yeah, a little bit." He said, with a slight undertone of sadness. "You hungry?"

I looked at his face. I wasn't really feeling that hungry, but I didn't want to raise his concern or make him upset, but I didn't want to lie and say yes…

"Why, what do you have in mind?" I asked, proud of my answer.

"Well, nothing special, just going out to grab some dinner."

"It's pretty late…"

"True. Why don't we just order some room service and tomorrow, we can go out and be nice and social and wake up at a respectable hour, eh?" I knew he was making a joke, but asking a serious question.

"Yeah, that sounds fun."

"Great, but I just gotta take a quick shower. I figure I can take one tonight so we don't both take one in the morning."

"Seems like a good plan. Okay, well I'll order some food and you go get clean. Don't hurt yourself." I added as an afterthought of all the times he's slipped or done something dumb in the shower.

He gathered his things and closed the door. I heard the water start running and slowly walked over the phone, which was sitting near my bed. I picked up and dialed, and as the phone rang, my eyes wandered over to the notepad. I tried to read it from where I sat, but the writing was messy and I couldn't make out many words.

After placing our order and being told they would send it up soon, I picked up the notepad and scanned it.

Don't let Carly sit around the cabin too much. Try to get her out around others often, or spend time with her. Make sure she doesn't dwell on her friends too much. Make sure she eats, don't leave her around with too much medicine, and just make sure to keep an eye on her.
Dr. Roberts, ext. 6592

I looked up and felt serious guilt. Spencer called a doctor because of my behavior. I made him worry about me so much, that he called a doctor. This doctor is telling him to watch me. This doctor is telling him to make sure I don't kill myself.

I heard a knock on the door and stood to let the food in. While I was thanking the attendant, I saw Sam's mom, obviously drunk, stumbling up to her room with Danny. I quickly finished the conversation and ushered him out of the room, scrawling a quick note on the pad, and ripping it off. I set it on the food tray and quickly left the room.

I knocked on Pam's door with no hesitation. When she didn't answer, I thought about leaving. Suddenly, the door swung open.

"Carly, what?"

"I… I just wanted to know if you were okay… Because… because we haven't found Sam yet." I said quietly.

She stood for a moment, and then began to speak, slurring her words with the essence of alcohol on her breath.

"Carly, I gave that girl a home for god knows how many years. I clothed her and I made sure she was healthy. For the most part. To say I don't care about her is a downright lie."

I breathed a sigh of relief, but realized I had done that too soon.

"And she lied the night she disappeared. I didn't raise no liar." I took a second to think about how she had in fact, raised the Queen of Lies herself, and that that whole sentence was one big lie. Lies, lies, lies. Ugh.

"When they find her is when I'll start worrying about her. Not now. I have another lovely daughter and a fiancée that need me more than her right now. Goodnight."

She shut the door in my face. Probably a good thing she did because I was about to blow. Spencer opened the door down the hall and eased me back into the room while I told him about the horrible things she said.

That night, we watched movie and a half and ate chicken and pasta, and even though I didn't stop thinking about Sam or Freddie or Pam, I wasn't about to tell Spencer that.

I don't have much going but I do have summer school soon. I hope to update soon but as we all know I never do. Here's hoping! xx