Will it be smooth sailings for Chris and Carrie? Or will their plans be interfered? Thank you for the feedback!

Chris and Carrie walked to the next town which took up most of their morning. They went rooting in bins at a second-hand shop.

"Here, try this," Chris held up a yellow tank top to Carrie, "Yeah, it'll look good on you."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yeah," Chris smiled, "Just remember that this isn't just about looking good. We need to disguise ourselves."

"Oh...but do I look...normal?"

Chris could see the desperation on her face, "Yes. Don't worry, I'm not going to send you out there without my approval." She got close, sliding her hands behind Carrie's back. Carrie wanted to kiss her bur didn't want to draw too much attention to themselves.

An employee walked by, an older lady who didn't seem to take a strong liking to seeing them in that kind of embrace. "Excuse me, but if you're not buying anything you'll have to leave."

"We just got here," Chris explained.

"This isn't a club. Why don't you find somewhere else to find what you need?"

Chris never liked authority figures especially ones who were just covering their asses when she wasn't doing anything wrong. Carrie noticed the sour look on Chris' face, she held tightly onto her hand to stop her before she did something she might regret. The woman waited until they finally left. Chris spit on her way out.

"Fucking bitch!" She said when they were out in the parking lot.

"It's ok, we can go somewhere else."

"That's not the point, Carrie..."

"Did you want me to do anything?"

"No, we can't risk getting that kind of attention," she laughed as she pulled out a couple articles of clothing from her bag.

"Did you really take those?"

"Yeah, now let's get out of here!" She grabbed a hold of Carrie's hand and ran; Chris really did want the opportunity to find and key that woman's car.

Billy wasn't ready to give up on Chris just yet. When he found out Carrie hadn't been attending classes either he played detective. He knew Chris and Carrie's reputations so it didn't really surprise him something was up. He knew Sue was lying to him and he couldn't find reason why unless something bad happened. He found out about their fight in the locker room and Chris' tendency to be over dramatic about just about everything she likely plotted some kind of revenge.

He drove around to all the spots he could think of that would serve as some kind of hideout. He was weary of the police knowing that if Chris was in hot water, her father would accuse him as having something to do with it. He must've sent Chris over 100 texts and voice mails but couldn't get through. No one else knew anything about her whereabouts, she wasn't hiding out with her friends'. That's when he decided to go to the most unlikely place.

Margaret White had struggled to get out of the closet for more than a day, she cries and called out. She finally had it and ran back and forth, charging the door until finally she broke out. Exhausted, she sat at the kitchen table. She was tired and disoriented bur found the strength to get herself a glass of water, constantly refilling at the sink. She was out of breath and ready to pass out but she was determined to find her daughter. She had trouble remembering all of the events that happened that night, she suffered a blow to the head. She checked Carrie's bedroom hoping maybe she hadn't left but alas she was gone and so were many of her belongings.

She hadn't come to grips with the situation and didn't know what else to do except lash out, what Carrie had left in her room would have to do since she wasn't there. Her hissy fit was cut short however when there was a knock at her door. She was reluctant to see who it could be. Creepy down the stairs to her front door, she could see through the window a young man who looked like he'd served time before, no doubt in her mind; no way she was opening the door for him.

"Uh...Miss...White?" He said on the other side of the glass, struggling to remember her name.

"What do you want?"

"I...I know I'm the last person you want to see but..."

"Do you want money, is that it? You want money and you'll give back my daughter?"

Billy knew he'd regret coming here, "No!" No! I don't know where your daughter is...but I have a feeling I know who took her..."

"A little whore took her and she's out there doing God knows what!"

"I don't think Chris would really do anything to her...maybe scare her. You didn't call the police did you?"

"Oh, I'm going to do much worse than the police! And you're going to help me!"

"Um, what?"

She went to open the door for him but found the lock on it had been bent back like the one on the closet. She struggled with it until Billy assisted. They sat down at the table, Billy tried not to stare at her as he was surprised by her appearance.

"Here's my offer to you, young man. If you bring back my daughter and that little harlot alive..."

She wrote down a number on a napkin and threw it his way. Billy was a bit shocked to say the least, he had recently gotten himself over his head in debt so this could really help him payoff his shady associates. Chris knew Billy had gotten in trouble with gambling and drugs a while back but he assured her and everyone that he was clean.

"What would you do to Chris?"

"I want to have a talk with her...maybe find out about who she is...why do you care about what happens to her? A girl like her comes along every mile for you doesn't it? Cheap. Now go get my girl."

"When do I get the money?"

"You get it when I get what's mine!"

"It's just...I'm a little short right now so..."

Margaret sighed and went to find him a wad of cash. Billy wasn't sure if he could screw Chris over like that, he knew this woman had to be crazy to trust him with something like this. He was desperate enough for sure but what he was going to set out to do would show him the person he really was.

Chris and Carrie hitched a ride in the back of a truck; they were headed out to a house belonging to Chris' cousins. Chris texted them about needing a place to lie low and that she had...a friend. Carrie was nervous, she could only hope that they were nothing like the old Chris.

The house looked like it belonged to a frat, the outside had the presence of opened beer cans on the lawn and doorstep and busted doorstep, poor lawn care and siding worn out. They were greeted by cousins Sheryl and Don, both women in their 20's. A party was happening in their backyard.

"I thought by friend you meant Billy," Don chuckled.

"Don, Sheryl, this is my girlfriend Carrie."

Don, Sheryl and Carrie's eyes widened; Carrie didn't know they were official. Don and Sheryl were the first to hear Chris was bisexual when they were on Facebook but assumed she was only kidding and not too serious. They welcomed them both inside. Carrie was uneasy seeing so many teens and young adults. She refused beer when offered it.

Many people had crowded around the empty swimming pool, some on skateboards. Chris found a patio chair they could sit on, she sat on Carrie's lap and didn't feel the need to deny her a little makeout session. Carrie was still distracted by all of the horrible things going on around them. The drugs, the sleazy behaviour by everyone and reckless abandon.

"Aren't you like so psyched to be here?"

"Uh...yeah sure," Carrie smiled. She wasn't sure how much more she could possibly take.

More to come!