Chapter 9: Little Carrie meeting Carrie White
(Meanwhile…)
On street day, Little Carrie comes from around the corner and sees Ewen High School.
"My school." Little Carrie replied.
Little Carrie sees Margaret helped her daughter Carrie to & into the car.
"Oh my God. Aunt Carrie." Little Carrie replied.
Carrie noticed Chris Hargensen and the ultras watching her phone, with her boyfriend Billy Nolan, while laughing, except for Sue Snell…
"Mom? Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan. Desjardin." Little Carrie replied.
As Margaret and Carrie drove off, Rita Desjardin watched them, while still having her suspicions about Margaret… ever since the state had stopped Margaret from Homeschooling Carrie, she had not got on well with anyone in the school… not even the whole town for that matter, as Miss Desjardin walked back into the school…
Little Carrie runs after them.
(Meanwhile, at the White's Residence…)
On the street, the homes evoke pleasant nostalgia: front porches and white picket fences.
Little Carrie comes from around the corner and sees the White's Residence and all of a sudden, a bratty neighbor boy on a bike slapped the driver's side window, startling poor her aunt Carrie.
"Crazy Carrie, Crazy Carrie!" The boy replied.
The boy pressed his face to the glass with a snort. Carrie merely sighed in annoyance, for this wasn't the only time a neighbor referred to her as 'crazy'... especially to her face. But kids such as this one... they were far worse. The boy rode his bike around the front of the car shouting.
"Crazy Carrie, Crazy Carrie." The boy replied.
"Hey, kid!" a voice came.
The boy turns to Little Carrie.
"Get off her!" Little Carrie called.
One glare from Carrie and all of a sudden the boy's bike flew over, sending the boy rolling on the grass. Carrie's eyes went wide, as she wondered, 'Did I do that?'. The boy, slightly scared by her expression and the 'coincidental' fall, picked himself up, grabbed his bike, and rode away.
"Okay!" The boy replied.
"Get out of here, NOW!" Little Carrie replied.
Carrie looked up toward the sun peeking through trees, then back toward the house and she looked at Little Carrie.
"Hey, I'm not your enemy. Are you okay?" Little Carrie asked in concern.
Carrie then quickly got out of the car.
"You're Carrie White." Little Carrie replied.
"Yeah. Who are you?" Carrie asked in concern.
"Kayla. My name's Kayla Scott. It's nice to meet you, Carrie." Little Carrie replied, as she has a real name and is called Kayla Scott, after shaking her aunt Carrie's hand.
"Yeah, it's nice to meet you, Kayla." Carrie replied.
"Why do you let those boy around you like that? Crazy Carrie?" Little Carrie asked in concern.
"Call me Carrie." Carrie replied.
"What the bloody hell are that lot on about?" Little Carrie muttered.
"They're…they're whispering about the fact you're sitting with me." Carrie whispered as Little Carrie's eyebrows went up to surprise.
"Hold on, how's your age?" Little Carrie asked in concern.
"I'm 16." Carrie replied.
"Yeah, I'm 16 years old." Little Carrie replied.
"Yeah. What you need to know is who started throwing...things." Little Carrie replied.
"It was Chris Hargensen and all of her friends." Carrie replied.
"Carrie, did Chris Hargensen start this?" Little Carrie asked in concern.
"I know." Carrie replied.
"Say! Why do you let those Chris Hargensen and her friends around you like that?" Little Carrie asked in concern.
"Kayla, they laughed at me and they threw things at me." Carrie replied.
"Listern, I'll talk to you. I'm just helping…" Little Carrie replied.
"No, not yet." Carrie replied.
"Look at me." Little Carrie replied.
"Not now. See you later, Kayla." Carrie replied.
"Wait, Carrie. Look..." Little Carrie replied.
Eventually, Carrie decided to go into the house knowing her mother would be waiting for her.
"Damn it, Aunt Carrie. Aunt Carrie is alive. Wait a minute. Ross's home." Little Carrie said, as she ran after Ross's home.
(Inside the house…)
Carrie looked around all of downstairs, but her mother wasn't downstairs. Carrie then heard a slight banging noise from upstairs.
Suddenly, as she set the book bag on a chair, a heavy thud drew her attention upstairs. She climbed up the steps, growing more upset. She went into her mother's bedroom only to find Margaret sitting in a corner, muttering to herself, and striking her head against the wall.
Carrie then went upstairs, and saw through the crack of her mother's bedroom door, her mother was gently banging her head against the wall, while whispering religious words and sentences…
"Oh, Lord, help my child." Margaret prayed. "She's lost."
"Mama, Stop it… MAMA!" Carrie called, as Margaret stopped, looking at Carrie… "I don't want to upset you!"
"So, you're a woman now…" Margaret said quietly…
"Mama, stop it." Carrie said, as her mother stopped.
"And God made Eve from the rib of Adam, and say it Carrie…" Margaret said, trying to get Carrie to go along with her words…
"No, Mama." Carrie said, trying to respond kindly.
"Say it. Talk to me! Please just talk to me! And Eve was weak…" Margaret said, trying to respond kindly. "I just want you to talk to me!"
"And the first sin was the sin of intercouse." Carrie replied nervously and sternly. "Mama…"
"Say it!" Margaret insisted.
"Why didn't you tell me, Mama?" Carrie asked in concern.
"And God visited Eve with a curse. And the curse was a curse of blood." Margaret asked in concern.
"I'm not going to say that!" Carrie replied, trying to reason with her mother. "That's not even in the Bible! It doesn't say that anywhere."
"Oh, lord! Help this little girl see the sin of her days and ways. Show her if she had remained innocent, the curse of blood would not have come upon her as it did on Eve." Margaret asked sternly.
"I'm not Eve, Mama!" Carrie shouted. "I didn't sin."
"You showered with those other girls!" Margaret shouted. "You had lust-filled thoughts."
"Everyone has to shower, Mama. Everyone. That's just the rules." Carrie replied.
"No, no, you must be different, because He can see you." Margaret replied.
"I don't want to be different, Mama. I want to be like them." Carrie shouted.
"He can smell the sin on you!" Margaret shouted.
"I want to be like them…" Carrie replied.
"And He will punish you!" Margaret shouted.
On the word 'Punish', Margaret hit Carrie in the face with a large bible book, causing Carrie to fall toward the ground in a daze. Margaret knelt down beside her, trying to hold onto her as she prayed.
"I will not let that come down upon you." Margaret declared. "I will not. Lord have mercy…"
"NO!" Carrie shouted, picking up the book. "'The Lord is good. His unfailing love endures forever, and his faithfulness continues through all generations.' Psalms 100, verse 5!"
But Margaret just drowned out Carrie's words with her own prayers as she stroked her daughter's face.
"I'm going to keep you away from that school." Margaret spoke determinedly. "We'll pray."
"You can't." Carrie replied.
Carrie jumped up, running out of the room and down the stairs. But Margaret was hot on her tail.
"We'll pray together," Margaret rambled. "To save our women-weak, wicked, sinning souls."
"You didn't tell me, and they laughed. I did not. I didn't sin, you sinned!" Carrie replied.
Margaret stopped on the staircase, and her expression coldly furious.
"I did not..." Margaret spoke slowly. "I did not sin."
Margaret calmly walked down the stairs. Poor Carrie looked very scared, realizing she just made a big mistake. Margaret opened the door under the stairs revealing a small cupboard with a crucifix hanging inside...
Carrie jumped up, before she quickly ran out of her mother's room, and down the stairs, only for Margaret to follow and grab her by her hair… Carrie & Margaret kept fighting, causing Carrie to scream, as Margaret opened the Prayer closet door, and pulled and pushed Carrie into the closet, before locking the door on her...
"No, Mama." Carrie replied.
"You pray, you pray for Forgiveness." Margaret called, as lay against the closet door, so Carrie couldn't get out, as Carrie continued to scream, with then quickly turned into more aggressive…
"NO! YOU PRAY! MAMA! HELP!" Carrie cried.
Carrie's perception of the closet may as well have been the open mouth of a giant beast about to eat her, the stuff of nightmares.
"NO, MOMMY!" Carrie still cried.
"Come one." Margaret grunted.
"PLEASE HELP!" Carrie cried out.
Margaret finally got to the closet and threw Carrie inside. There's a loud thump of Carrie striking the wall inside. Margaret proceeded to shut the door, but Carrie tried to push her way out. With a hard shove, Margaret shut the door on Carrie and locked it with a single deadbolt. Carrie banged upon the door and cried out, begging to be let out.
"You pray, little girl." Margaret demanded. "Pray for forgiveness."
"Mommy, let me go!" Carrie cried. "Let me out!"
The door and the lock rattled, as Carrie banged on it demanding to be released. Margaret held her hand to the door, struggling to keep it short. While doing so, she scratched her own arm, drawing blood and leaving scars. By now, Carrie was practically in tears trying to get out.
"MOM!" Carrie cried out. "GOD, YOU SUCK!"
"Help me..." Margaret begged, facing the sky. "Help me..."
(Meanwhile..)
The homes evoke pleasant nostalgia: front porches and white picket fences.
Little Carrie comes from around the corner and sees the Ross's residence.
"He's a peeping Tom." Little Carrie replied.
Little Carrie looked down at the cat.
"Hey, kitty." Little Carrie
The cat moved to the street. Now a car comes from around the corner. The cat sees it, but Little Carrie can see that it's going to hit the cat.
"LOOK OUT!" Little Carrie yelled.
Suddenly, there was a horn honking.
But the cat is still dazed. Little Carrie dashes into the street, and in a spectacular flying leap, knocks her out of the path of the oncoming car.
There were tires screeching.
As Little Carrie moves to avoid the car, the car swerves in the same direction there's a screech of brakes, and the car hits.
Suddenly, there were dogs braking.
The man got out of the car.
"Oh, my God." The man replied.
The man turns to the cat.
"Hey, kitty. What are you doing?" The man asked in concern.
The cat is never one to get involved.
"Penelope! Another one of these damn cat streets in front of my car! Come on out here! Help me take her in the house!" The man called.
Little Carrie lying in the street, unconscious.
To Be Concluded…
