Chris does a little snooping. Unexpected consequences. Thanks for reading and commenting so far. Will try to keep this going as long as I can. Feel free to Che out another fanfiction I have on the go based on the movie Zombieland called 'Give You Hell'.

Sue hung out in Chris's room the next day after school, both were trying to make sense out of what happened to Billy but Chris kept coming back to Carrie and her humiliation.

"What if he really is hurt somewhere? He could be in a ditch or held captive," Chris paced her floor while Sue lied on her bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"I know we haven't heard anything but it's not like this hasn't happened before."

Chris was feeling dizzy and light headed, she sat down on the end of the bed, "He's done with the whole bad guy stuff, Sue. He promised."

Sue groaned, "What do you see in him?"

"He's a good guy. He's just a little rough around the edges..," She found herself thinking more and more about Carrie White. "I still can't believe Carrie. She's like freakishly strong. You should have seen her after school, she lifted me up...I..."

"Carrie did that? Are you sure you're not high?"

"There might seriously be something going on with her."

"Like what, steroids? I think you should just stay away from her. Why do you always single her out anyway?" Chris had her reasons, even if she herself had trouble finding what they were. "I should really get going."

"What, but it's only 5:30, bitch!" Chris said in frustration; she wasn't sure what to do besides sulk by herself in her room all night.

"Why don't you go visit Carrie?" Sue joked on her way out.

Chris knew Sue was only joking but it didn't seem like that bad of an idea to spy on her especially after what happened.

After dinner, Chris told her dad she'd be going upstairs to bed after complaining about stomach pangs. He said he would check on her which she refused but knew he would so she needed to be sneaky in her escape. He knew about the stand off with Carrie White but luckily there were no comments or death threats from Margaret White so he assumed it couldn't have been that bad.

Chris excused herself and went upstairs to her room. She bunched up blankets under her comforter along with her pillow, enough to trick her father. She turned off the lights and scaled out her window. Wearing all black, she knew it would probably be pitch black out by the time she got to the White's house. After seeing what had happened that day she followed her home she could only imagine what things were like behind closed doors. It wasn't like Chris was hoping to see any kind of abuse going on, she was curious and how could she pass up the opportunity to see the inside of Carrie White's house?

There was a chill in the air, she could see her breath. There it was, kind of a junk looking house, something someone would only squat in, desperate enough. The lights in the downstairs den and kitchen were on, she crouched down and used a shrub for cover. Margaret White was shouting about something and Carrie spoke back to her which was a mistake because her mother looked ready to slap her. Instead she shoved Carrie into a closet and locked her in shouting something else until her voice was hoarse. Chris tried to record this with her cellphone but she was afraid that crazy zealot would catch her; if she was like that with her daughter she'd likely kill her. After about an hour, Carrie was released and sent to her room. Chris wasn't ready to climb up to her room like a stalker so she decided to take off.

No doubt her father had already checked on her pillow to see if it was alright. She walked away from the house feeling guilty; but what could she do? She didn't want to get into any more trouble. She took one last look back to see that the lights were all out. Something else got her attention, someone walking toward her.

"Carrie?" She couldn't believe it. In a nightgown, Carrie walked up to her with her arms stretched out. "Carrie, what are you...I think you're sleepwalking..."

Her eyes were closed. She moved one arm and directed her hand at Chris. She closed the hand and Chris immediately felt her throat tightening. Carrie was more than 10 ft. away from her and she was choking her out. "Ca...Carr..." With Carrie's other hand she was lifted off the ground. Carrie stepped closer and closer. Chris's throat was being crushed. She needed to get Carrie to snap out of it so since she was close enough...

SLAP!

Chris was released and left to fall down on the pavement, hitting her head. Carrie opened her eyes, it took her several seconds to realize she was outside and not in her bed. She looked around in a confused state, that's when she discovered Chris unconscious. She only hoped she could wake back up again. She seemed fine, a pulse but she wasn't coming to any time soon. Carrie knew she had to act fast.

"Uhh! " Chris exclaimed.

"Shhh!" Insisted Carrie as she put a finger up to her lips. Chris was finally waking up, Carrie had just lied her in bed too.

"Carrie? What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Chris, this is my room!" Carrie whispered harshly.

Chris remembered outside and all that impossible stuff happening, "How...how..."

"I don't know...you should get out of here before she catches you." Carrie looked terrified but more so for Chris than herself.

Chris was about to jump out the window but stopped herself on the ledge, "Do you want me to call someone?"

"Like who?," Carrie's eyes got big.

"I don't know... I just thought."

"Just go, Chris, please!"

Chris bolted out of there. Carrie watched her run up the road back to her house. She had no idea why she would be hanging around in front of her house in the first place.

Both girls tried to act like nothing happened the next day but it was so hard to shake the fear and anxiousness they both felt. Chris decided to confront Carrie in the locker room after the other girls had left. Carrie was digging through her locker when Chris shut the door on her. "We need to talk."

Carrie wanted to ignore her but realized it might be time to come clean. "What are you? That was some Vader shit you did to me last night," Carrie just stared at her blankly. "Yes I know what Star Wars is...wait, you don't do you?" Carrie shook her head. "Oh course."

"I didn't mean to do that. I didn't know I was..."

"You were sleepwalking."

"Wait...why were you at my house?"

Chris couldn't think of a good enough excuse besides saying she was in the neighborhood. "I...just the way your mom treated you...it kind of reminded me of mine..," she was embarrassed, this was the first time she ever mentioned anything about her own mother to anyone, even Sue.

"Huh?"

"I don't want to get into it okay?" Carrie looked like she was getting uncomfortable. "I feel bad...about a lot of things. I slapped you last night."

"Yeah but I could have killed you if you didn't..."

"It's all the other stuff too...you must really want to hit me."

Carrie was beginning to think this was all some joke at her expense, "I...I couldn't do that."

Chris folded her arms, "But even after all the shit I pulled you must want to do something to me."

Carrie thought for a second about this and shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe spank you."

Chris smirked, "Kinky. Now we're talking."

"What?" asked a confused Carrie.

"What are you girls doing?" Miss Desjardin entered quietly into the room, neither had no idea how long she'd been eavesdropping.

"We were just talking," Carrie assured her, forcing a smile.

She glared at Chris, after what happened she knew it wasn't a god idea for either of them to be within 100 yards of one another. "Alright. You better get to your next class."

Chris whispered into Carrie's ear as she followed Miss Desjardin out, "Don't worry, you can spank me later."

More soon!