Disclaimer: 7th Heaven isn't mine *tear* but I'll get over it...
eventually. I also borrowed the nickname from 8 Simple Rules.
A/N: Hallo loves! Chapter 2 is here already! I wish more ppl had reviewed because it helps my writing to improve, but I'll give u another chance this chapter! I just realized I messed up at the part where she saw Kevin, and I fixed it.. All right, surprisingly that's all I have to say. I'm usually pretty chatty but oh well.
Chapter 2: For the Love of God, Let Me Go!
Kevin scrambled after Carrie as she ran out the back door, unfortunately for Carrie Lucy and Roxanne walked in at that moment and she ran into them. Her head was spinning because she was in no physical condition to be walking, let alone running and getting knocked down. She sat on the floor as the dizziness overcame her. She swore to herself that she wouldn't black out and shook the horrible feeling off. By that time Kevin had walked up to where she was sitting.
"Answers, "he demanded to her, "I want some, right now!"
"I'm sorry, but um... NO!" Carrie retorted with a look in her eye that let him know she wasn't joking.
He drug her to her feet, and she almost cried out in pain. He had his hands around her wrists where the bruises were, but she had them covered with bracelets. Kevin didn't miss the grimace on her face, though. He grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and steered her into the living room. Rabbi Glass and Rosina Glass were about to leave when Kevin stopped them. He told them all that Carrie was his sister and they were leaving to talk about some things. Carrie wanted to die, there was no way she could tell him what happened to her.
"No we're not!" she sneered at him, "I don't want to talk, and I'm not going to. It's not my fault I'm here. That asshole was supposed to take me away from everyone and everything."
An involuntary shiver coursed through her body as she thought of the fear that he was going to hurt her. The sick feeling she had was just like before. In New York, with him. Carrie wanted to cry, and tell Kevin the whole story. She couldn't, though. He would kill her, he told her so every night it happened. The people that watched her knew something traumatic had happened. Something that big couldn't be hid, even though she tried to hide it from the world.
Kevin dragged her up the stairs and sat her in a chair in the apartment. He watched Carrie for some sign of what happened, but she wasn't handing out any hints. Coming out and asking her wasn't the way to go and he knew that as well as anyone, but he was worried about her. He wanted to know what happened, but he couldn't be gruff about it. He decided a simple question would be easiest to start out with.
"Are you hungry?" he asked her kindly.
The thought of eating made Carrie physically sick to her stomach, even though she hadn't eaten in a couple of days. She had attempted to eat at Pete's, but the feeling had started then and she couldn't eat more than one bite. Memories whirled in her head and she wanted to die. She wanted to take her knife out and end her life. If Kevin weren't there, she probably would have.
"No," she answered.
"When was the last time you ate?" He replied.
"I don't know," she said in a quiet voice that reminded Kevin of when she was a little girl.
She wasn't a little girl, and he was having trouble accepting that. This was his baby sister that he used to rock to sleep sometimes when she was a baby. She was his Care Bear. It hurt him to see her in such an internal turmoil, but he knew he'd have to deal with it and try to be supportive. Carrie always did have to have her own time for things. 36 hours of labor proved that. Kevin decided to wait until she was ready to tell him.
"Care Bear, you don't have to tell me, but I really wish you would," he told her, "I might be able to help and even if I can't I will always be there for you."
Carrie just nodded, "Okay. Um... can I sleep somewhere?"
"Sure, I'll talk to Mom about letting you sleep in the house," he said with a smile.
Kevin set the whole thing up, and for the first time in three days she was able to sleep without fear. Carrie's dreams were filled with the horrors she had endured, though and the memories of the past filled her head. The experience was the worst part, and now it felt as if she was going through it yet again. Carrie tried to scream, but no sound came out.
He snuck into her room in the midst of the darkness.
"No, please don't," she pleaded with him, but with no mercy.
He started to hit her and slap her around. Soon, he got more violent and pushed her against a wall. She ached with pain as she fell to the floor, and she clutched her stomach where she had felt the horrible popping sound.
He taped her mouth shut and trapped her beneath him on her own bed, despite her desperate cries and whimpers.
Carrie woke up covered in sweat and screamed bloody murder. That was her most vivid nightmare and she felt like he was going to rape her again. Again. Like he had that night. Carrie had never had sex before, and he stole her virginity. Inside of her, she felt angry and scared. The feelings had been bottling inside of her and she hadn't told a soul about what he did.
Kevin heard Carrie screaming and crying and bounded up the stairs to see what was wrong. His heart broke at the image he saw when he walked into her room. Huddled in a corner was his baby sister. The knife in her hand was pointed towards the door and trembled in her shaking hands. Tears were streaming down her face and she was screaming at someone or something to stay away.
Annie and Eric had heard, too and were standing behind Kevin. Annie's face was pale as she watched the distraught teen. Kevin inched closer to her and attempted to take the knife from her fragile hands. She jolted and tried to slash him with the sharpened blade. Her eyes were blank and Kevin knew she was in shock. With one smooth motion he had the knife away from her and had her in his arms as she sobbed.
Carrie's arms started thrashing about and she started screaming more as she tried to get away, but she couldn't and she was hysterical by that point.
"For the love of God, let me go!" she sobbed and screamed at Kevin.
He just held onto her harder, until her screams subsided and all that was left were tears. Carrie clung to Kevin and he stroked her hair as she sobbed. Eventually, she pulled away and looked into his eyes and knew she could trust him.
"I...I'm ready to tell you, n...now," she sniffled.
"Okay," he replied, without letting her go.
"It all started six months ago..." she said as she began her shocking tale.
A/N: Hallo loves! Chapter 2 is here already! I wish more ppl had reviewed because it helps my writing to improve, but I'll give u another chance this chapter! I just realized I messed up at the part where she saw Kevin, and I fixed it.. All right, surprisingly that's all I have to say. I'm usually pretty chatty but oh well.
Chapter 2: For the Love of God, Let Me Go!
Kevin scrambled after Carrie as she ran out the back door, unfortunately for Carrie Lucy and Roxanne walked in at that moment and she ran into them. Her head was spinning because she was in no physical condition to be walking, let alone running and getting knocked down. She sat on the floor as the dizziness overcame her. She swore to herself that she wouldn't black out and shook the horrible feeling off. By that time Kevin had walked up to where she was sitting.
"Answers, "he demanded to her, "I want some, right now!"
"I'm sorry, but um... NO!" Carrie retorted with a look in her eye that let him know she wasn't joking.
He drug her to her feet, and she almost cried out in pain. He had his hands around her wrists where the bruises were, but she had them covered with bracelets. Kevin didn't miss the grimace on her face, though. He grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and steered her into the living room. Rabbi Glass and Rosina Glass were about to leave when Kevin stopped them. He told them all that Carrie was his sister and they were leaving to talk about some things. Carrie wanted to die, there was no way she could tell him what happened to her.
"No we're not!" she sneered at him, "I don't want to talk, and I'm not going to. It's not my fault I'm here. That asshole was supposed to take me away from everyone and everything."
An involuntary shiver coursed through her body as she thought of the fear that he was going to hurt her. The sick feeling she had was just like before. In New York, with him. Carrie wanted to cry, and tell Kevin the whole story. She couldn't, though. He would kill her, he told her so every night it happened. The people that watched her knew something traumatic had happened. Something that big couldn't be hid, even though she tried to hide it from the world.
Kevin dragged her up the stairs and sat her in a chair in the apartment. He watched Carrie for some sign of what happened, but she wasn't handing out any hints. Coming out and asking her wasn't the way to go and he knew that as well as anyone, but he was worried about her. He wanted to know what happened, but he couldn't be gruff about it. He decided a simple question would be easiest to start out with.
"Are you hungry?" he asked her kindly.
The thought of eating made Carrie physically sick to her stomach, even though she hadn't eaten in a couple of days. She had attempted to eat at Pete's, but the feeling had started then and she couldn't eat more than one bite. Memories whirled in her head and she wanted to die. She wanted to take her knife out and end her life. If Kevin weren't there, she probably would have.
"No," she answered.
"When was the last time you ate?" He replied.
"I don't know," she said in a quiet voice that reminded Kevin of when she was a little girl.
She wasn't a little girl, and he was having trouble accepting that. This was his baby sister that he used to rock to sleep sometimes when she was a baby. She was his Care Bear. It hurt him to see her in such an internal turmoil, but he knew he'd have to deal with it and try to be supportive. Carrie always did have to have her own time for things. 36 hours of labor proved that. Kevin decided to wait until she was ready to tell him.
"Care Bear, you don't have to tell me, but I really wish you would," he told her, "I might be able to help and even if I can't I will always be there for you."
Carrie just nodded, "Okay. Um... can I sleep somewhere?"
"Sure, I'll talk to Mom about letting you sleep in the house," he said with a smile.
Kevin set the whole thing up, and for the first time in three days she was able to sleep without fear. Carrie's dreams were filled with the horrors she had endured, though and the memories of the past filled her head. The experience was the worst part, and now it felt as if she was going through it yet again. Carrie tried to scream, but no sound came out.
He snuck into her room in the midst of the darkness.
"No, please don't," she pleaded with him, but with no mercy.
He started to hit her and slap her around. Soon, he got more violent and pushed her against a wall. She ached with pain as she fell to the floor, and she clutched her stomach where she had felt the horrible popping sound.
He taped her mouth shut and trapped her beneath him on her own bed, despite her desperate cries and whimpers.
Carrie woke up covered in sweat and screamed bloody murder. That was her most vivid nightmare and she felt like he was going to rape her again. Again. Like he had that night. Carrie had never had sex before, and he stole her virginity. Inside of her, she felt angry and scared. The feelings had been bottling inside of her and she hadn't told a soul about what he did.
Kevin heard Carrie screaming and crying and bounded up the stairs to see what was wrong. His heart broke at the image he saw when he walked into her room. Huddled in a corner was his baby sister. The knife in her hand was pointed towards the door and trembled in her shaking hands. Tears were streaming down her face and she was screaming at someone or something to stay away.
Annie and Eric had heard, too and were standing behind Kevin. Annie's face was pale as she watched the distraught teen. Kevin inched closer to her and attempted to take the knife from her fragile hands. She jolted and tried to slash him with the sharpened blade. Her eyes were blank and Kevin knew she was in shock. With one smooth motion he had the knife away from her and had her in his arms as she sobbed.
Carrie's arms started thrashing about and she started screaming more as she tried to get away, but she couldn't and she was hysterical by that point.
"For the love of God, let me go!" she sobbed and screamed at Kevin.
He just held onto her harder, until her screams subsided and all that was left were tears. Carrie clung to Kevin and he stroked her hair as she sobbed. Eventually, she pulled away and looked into his eyes and knew she could trust him.
"I...I'm ready to tell you, n...now," she sniffled.
"Okay," he replied, without letting her go.
"It all started six months ago..." she said as she began her shocking tale.