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A/N: Sorry for the late update. I've been working, its been raining here in Cali., and seriously? Who wants to write when you're freezing? That and I think T.O.M.'s gonna come visit soon, and I HATE IT WHEN T.O.M. VISITS!! Oh, well. It's Mother Nature's way to get back at us, right? Anyway, here is the next chapter! :)
Someone To Save Me
Elm Treigh
8.
Justin was shocked at Carmen's impact. He could feel the kiss was a desperate impulse. It was a passionate need for warmth, but desperate nonetheless. She wanted to feel close to someone; he could see as well as feel that as she filled the space between them and pressed herself on him. Her lips moving simultaneously with his. He wanted to enjoy the kiss, but it wasn't exactly the kiss he envisioned.
He wanted their first kiss to be special. A kiss that he would initiate, she would reciprocate, and they would melt into each other; enveloping one other with emotions that would make Cupid fall in love.
He wanted it to be sweet, and tender, and loving. He wanted her to know how he felt about her. How much he cared for her through his kiss. And in return, he would see, find, whether or not she really cared for him. He would know with that one kiss if Carmen truly cared for him and wanted to be with him as her body language suggests. At least that's what he read in last months issue of Cosmo Girl.
A kiss is a very intimate thing and it reveals emotions one wouldn't expect. It leaves a person vulnerable. Carmen was already in a vulnerable state. She was on her knees, her face wet with tears, her body shaking, and she seemed so helpless when he found her. Seeing her that way was killing him inside, but he couldn't help but feel a little resentful toward her for making the first move and making their first kiss about her, rather than them as a possible item.
He gently pulled himself away from her despite the hormonal protests inside him, screaming at him that he was a fool. That he should take full advantage of the situation. He couldn't do it. He couldn't go along with it. Not this way. It would be wrong.
"Carmen?" He whispered.
Carmen stopped shaking and stared at her hands. They were on her lap, limp and small. Just as how she felt. She was feeling humiliated by what she'd done. She couldn't believe that in her need to feel love and affection, she had stolen her first kiss with Justin. She knew that it wasn't what Justin wanted because she didn't want it that way either. How was she going to fix this?
"Carmen, what happened?" Justin asked, trying to get eye contact.
Carmen shook her head. "I-I'm not sure..." She whispered hoarsely, the shame creeping up her throat.
Justin hugged her and held her, stroking her hair soothingly. Carmen cried silently in his shoulder, delighting in his gentle caresses. Justin was so sweet.
"Oh! Er... Excuse us."
"What? What is it? Oh, for the love of Pete! This is a family oriented fair. You two shouldn't be sneaking in here to make out." Scolded a stranger.
Justin stood up, pulling Carmen up along with him. He made sure to keep a firm arm around her waist. She hid her face behind her hair and laid her head in his shoulder, keeping the stranger in her line of vision.
"Sorry, but we weren't―"
"Right. Sure you weren't." The stranger interjected.
It was a scruffy-looking woman, well into her prime, looking down on Justin and Carmen. Carmen would have felt embarrassed, or possibly offended with this old woman, but she didn't seem to care what this stranger thought.
"Let's go, Justin. Who cares what this old crusty bat has to say?" Carmen said, making sure to emphasize her weak insult.
Justin nodded, not wanting an argument to ensue, and walked away with Carmen. He could hear the woman huff angrily and offended behind them, while her friend giggled. He smiled at Carmen's courage. How could she still be so... outspoken? To put it lightly... When she felt so horrible? She was definitely one of a kind.
Carmen, eventually, led the way, after Justin had gotten them lost for the third time. Once they were out, she lifted her head up a little, allowing the night air to cool her heated face. She let out a sigh. This was what she needed. To literally cool off. She had begun to feel too warm, whether from bawling her eyes out, or from the momentary embarrassment she placed herself in for jumping Justin with her lips. Either way, the fresh air was helping her come to her senses.
Justin still had his arm around her waist, both walking away from the House of Mirrors. Carmen briefly glanced back, then stopped. Justin, confused, stopped along with her. He searched her eyes, trying to figure out her emotions or what had happened. Carmen knew this, and instead stretched herself to reach his lips and gave Justin a gentle brush of the lips. She pulled away, stared into his eyes, and smiled. He returned the smile. That was better. It was sweet and tender. Much better.
"I'm sorry, Justin." She abruptly said.
Justin was about to respond, when he felt Carmen being pulled roughly away from him. He heard her yelp in pain and he tensed. He stood erect, surveying the situation. Carmen turned to face Justin, to give him assurance, then made an about face to look for the person that pulled her hair. She narrowed her eyes when she saw the culprit laughing. Justin followed the gaze, and after rolling his eyes exasperatedly, he too, narrowed his eyes.
Gigi stared at Carmen with a mock innocence plastered on her face. Her clone drones laughing utterly amused at their 'queens' prank. They seemed to be wearing the same exact clothing as Gigi was, only they were slightly different in design and color. How ridiculous.
Carmen had had it! She had just gone through an emotional breakdown, for that was the explanation she had come up with for what occurred in the House of Mirrors. She was also feeling guilty for taking her and Justin's firs kiss the way she did, and she had made the decision to tell Justin the truth, then Gigi comes along and decides she'd try to take a crack at being the typical 'mean girl' and pull her hair. Well, that was the last straw!
Carmen stomped toward Gigi, determined anger set in her eyes. Justin didn't want to do this. He didn't want to have a confrontation to occur. He had always thought Gigi was never worth the time for anything, not even a lethal speech. But Carmen was obviously upset, now she was livid, and unfortunately for Gigi, she gave her reason to act out how wretched she felt on her, the most 'popular' girl in school. This could turn out bad and Justin had no choice but to follow Carmen and make sure she would be alright. Or maybe hold her earrings.
"What the hell is your problem, Gigi?!" Carmen exclaimed heatedly.
Gigi looked up at the tear streaked Carmen, shrugged indifferently, and turned her back on her. She didn't feel Carmen was worth the time to stand there and have to listen to what she had to say. Carmen was nothing, according to her. In fact, everyone was nothing to her unless she said otherwise, but Carmen and Alex especially.
Carmen grabbed Gigi's arm roughly and forced her to look at her. She glared maliciously at Gigi. "I said: What the hell is your problem, Gigi?" She repeated.
"You are," Gigi stated simply, pulling her arm out of Carmen's grasp, and gave her a once over with a judging glare of her own.
"What did I ever do to you?" She asked incredulously.
"You insulted me," Another simple statement.
"So, you pull my hair?" Carmen said disbelievingly. Gigi shrugged, and turned. "Well, how'd you like it if I pulled your hair?" And Carmen did just that, only harder and harsher than when her hair was pulled, nearly knocking Gigi to the ground with the force.
Gigi yelled and stared wide eyed at Carmen. "Ow!"
"Doesn't feel so good, does it?" She smiled sarcastically.
"What the fuck, Carmen? Who the― What the fuck is your problem?" Gigi said, rubbing her head.
"My problem? I don't have a problem, Gigi. I've never really had a problem with anyone, not even you. You're not really worth my time, but you have to admit. You did cross the line. So, the next time you decide to pull my hair or do anything like it ever again, just know that I'll get you back three times worse than when you get me. I am not in the mood for your bullshit and I do not like to be messed with. I give you fair warning, so back the fuck off! That includes Alex and Harper!" Carmen finished breathing in and out rapidly. Her blood boiling.
Gigi and company glared and scowled at Carmen willing themselves that an anvil would fall from the sky and crush the flimsy girl standing before them. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen, so Gigi contented herself to pour the cherry slurpee she had in her hand all over Carmen's outfit. The clones followed suit and threw their snacks at Carmen. One of them made sure to crumble most of her food and soft drink in Carmen's hair.
Justin stepped back, surprised at the onslaught of food and drinks. He heard Carmen gasp, also shocked.
"That ought to teach you," Gigi said nonchalantly and walked away from the mess with her friends following after, laughing giddily behind her. A smile of evil pleasure crept on her face.
Carmen wiped most of the cold slurpee off her face. She could barely see the form of a retreating Gigi and her friends. She fumed furiously. How could Gigi do this to her? What could possibly be running in her small blond head? Carmen glared daggers and bullets and canon balls and nuclear weapons and anything that would do major damage to that skinny Paris Hilton wannabe slut!
Justin stepped forward, cautiously. He could tell that Carmen was more than angry, she was enraged. He brushed some of the bits of food off of Carmen's shoulder and picked some of it out of her hair.
"Let's get you cleaned up," He suggested.
Carmen nodded, annoyed and irritated. If they were any other place she swears she would have ripped Gigi apart, limb from limb, and then force feed the parts to the clones that wanted to be her so badly.
They headed toward the restrooms. Justin walked ahead of Carmen, trying to block her from view of others. He figured Carmen was probably feeling humiliated and foolish. There was no need to emphasize the emotions further by receiving curious stares from bystanders. Justin halted, and Carmen stumbled into him.
"Justin, what―" Carmen began, until she noticed the reason for the abrupt stop.
Why is that every family event has packed restrooms? The line to the ladies room seemed to weave around the building and out into the fair. Seriously?
"Now what?" She asked no one in particular. She sighed, sensing defeat in her demeanor. "I guess it doesn't matter all that much. I don't even have a shirt to change into, anyway."
Justin's eyes glazed over with thought. Carmen frowned. She didn't want the night to end. She hoped she and Justin could stay until the fair closed. But it looks like they'll have to turn in early. Her shoulders slumped.
"I could... um... If you want..." Justin stammered nervously.
Carmen looked up to stare at Justin. Her expression confused, though there was a hint of amusement settling itself at the corner of her lips. Justin wanted their date to last just as much as she did. He didn't want her to leave early. Her heart elated at the thought. He really wanted her to be with him. He even had a suggestion he seemed too chagrined to reveal. He was so cute!
"Yes?" She inquired.
"Carmen, I don't want this night to be over. At least not yet," He stated.
"Me, either." She agreed.
"But we can't have you walking around the fair feeling sticky and uncomfortable."
Carmen let out a short laugh. "No, we can't."
"So, I was thinking..."
"Yes?"
"If you wouldn't mind... I mean, if you want I could lend you my shirt."
Carmen blinked. "Your shirt?"
Justin blushed and nodded.
Carmen stared at Justin's clothing. Well, she supposed that could work. He was wearing a black V-neck shirt, with a dark gray long sleeved buttoned shirt over it. He was wearing two shirts, just like every other guy. The somewhat layered look, obviously in. But she'd have to rinse off first. Where was she going to wash out all the gunk from her hair if the restrooms where all occupied? She alleged that if that particular ladies room was occupied with an outrageously long serpentine line, than they must all be crowded. Where was she going to wash all the stickiness off her body?
She looked around, reviewing where she was at, and reconsidering her options. Maybe if she found a faucet or a garden hose somewhere away from the festivities of the school fair and have Justin keep watch while she cleaned herself up...? That could work.
She smiled devilishly and let out a giggle with the same sentiments as her smile indicated. She couldn't believe how cliché it seemed but she remembered there was a faucet and hose near it. It was her best bet.
She grabbed Justin's hand, and laughed at his anxious and puzzled expression. She led him out and away from the fair, toward the visitors bleachers on the football field. She knew not many teenagers would be there, making out or sneaking drinks, etc. It would be unwise of them to do any underage anything under the visitors bleachers. There weren't many places to hide or run to. It's much too difficult to jump the fence when one gets caught or run toward their cars since their cars would be across the field. Which was why she chose those particular bleachers.
Her smile widened as she thought of the foolish teenagers doing Zeus-knows-what at the other bleachers, thinking they were so cool. If they get caught, she imagined they'd scramble around like chickens without heads. Some would run out toward the fair, since it was closest. Others would probably run behind cars, while others would hide under the cars. Foolish teenagers. She giggled.
"Carmen, where are we going?" Justin asked.
"The visitors bleachers," She answered coolly.
"Why?"
"So, that I can wash up."
"But there are restrooms for that."
"Lines are too long." She shrugged.
"But it's cold out. You could get sick."
"I'll be fine." She waved her other hand dismissively since one of her hands still held onto Justin's hand.
"We could get caught."
"We're not going to be doing anything wrong, Justin. I'm just going to wash out all this gunk out of my hair and while you're keeping watch, I'll change into your shirt. Just like you offered. That's all."
"Oh, that's all?" He replied sarcastically.
"Yep," Carmen grinned.
Justin sighed skeptically. Someone cleaning oneself up by or under the bleachers didn't seem like a good idea to him. So many things could go wrong. What would people think if they saw him walk with Carmen to the bleachers? Alone? It could start rumors. Wasn't Carmen worried about that at all? And what if Dean heard about this? What if he gets the wrong idea? This could all turn out really, really, bad.
"Here we are," Carmen said. She turned to face Justin and laughed. "Justin, relax! Nothing is going to happen. We'll be fine. We won't get caught. Everything is going to be OK."
"I hope so," He mumbled.
"It will," She promised.
She stepped toward the faucet by the edge. She noticed the hose was unhooked beside it, so she connected the hose to the faucet. She turned it on, the water dripping smoothly out. She ran her fingertips under the water, and quickly pulled them back. Ooh! It was cold!
"The water's cold, isn't it?" Justin asked.
"No, it's fine," Carmen lied.
"Really? Then why do I see goose bumps on your arms?"
"'Cause you're here?" She tried lamely.
Justin rolled his eyes, though he was flattered.
Carmen perched the hose between the beams, and rubbed her hands under the cool water. She reckoned the best way to get used to the cold water would be to immerse oneself in it. Her teeth began to chatter. OK, so she was wrong.
"This is silly, Carmen. You're going to catch a cold." Justin insisted.
Carmen rolled her eyes and cupped her hands under the water. She then splashed her face with the cold water. She let out a "Whoo!" but continued to wash her face, then her neck, and into her hair.
"Justin, could you help me pick out some of the stuff off my hair?" She asked.
Justin agreed and stepped forward. He stood beside her and commenced to pick out chunks of food from her hair. He was surprised at how much was embedded in there. After a couple of minutes of mining for food, they managed to get her hair mostly food free. Carmen said her thanks to Justin. She began to take her vest off. Justin blushed and turned around to keep a look out. Carmen sniggered.
She was in the middle of removing her shirt when she realized she still had the bruises. The reason she wore this particular shirt was to hide some of the bruises and now she has to remove her shirt in front of the one person she didn't want to know she was hurt. What were the odds of that?
"OK, Justin. I'm about to take my shirt off," She warned.
She noticed Justin nod, back facing her he removed his dark gray shirt, and held it loosely on his arm, awaiting the say-so from Carmen to hand it over. Carmen smiled.
"What's going on?"
Carmen and Justin both turned at the other end of the bleachers. Carmen gasped. It was Alex. She held the shirt she had just taken off in front of her to cover herself the best she could. She glanced at Justin and sighed, relieved that he wasn't trying to sneak a peek at her. Instead, she was mildly surprised to see his back was facing her. He was standing in front of her, the shirt he was offering her held up to give her more coverage. Carmen grabbed the shirt, tugged it lightly so that Justin would let go of it, which he did, and then turned around, her back facing Justin's back and Alex, and quickly put the shirt on. She buttoned the buttons frantically, knowing she missed a few.
Once she was done, she turned around, and placed her hand on Justin's shoulder lightly. Justin glanced down, saw that she was dressed, and stepped aside to stand next to her. He briefly checked her out and smiled. She looked good in his shirt. She looked really good.
"Carmen?" Alex said.
Alex saw Carmen dragging a reluctant Justin away from the fair, and decided she would investigate. She excused herself from Dean, figuring it wouldn't be a good idea to have him tag along, in case Justin and Carmen were doing something... intimate.
She gasped, stunned, at the direction they were going. The bleachers? She saw them go under them, and so, she strolled to the other side, and stood there to eavesdrop. She didn't think there was any need to look. It was Justin. The guy still slept with a night light, and played with dolls.
After a while she heard Carmen say to Justin she was going to take her shirt off, and she just had to look. That was when she saw all the bruises. They were everywhere! On her back, on her upper arms, on her shoulders, and neck, and abdomen. They looked so sickly on her small dainty form. Dean was right!
"Alex, I can explain," Carmen began, stepping forward.
"Explain what? The fact that your shirtless under the bleachers with my brother completely drenched in God-knows-what? Or are you going to try to explain away all the bruises I saw on your back, arms, and even on your stomach?" She retorted harshly but her tone streamed with implications.
Justin's eyes widened. Bruises? He looked over her small form but obviously found nothing, since she was clothed. But the way that Carmen hung her head and averted her eyes from himself and Alex and slowly stepping away from them, made him nervous. She was bruised? She was hurt? Someone had been hurting her just as he, Alex, and especially Dean had suspected? Why would she hide this?
"A-Alex, y-you don't un-understand..." Carmen stuttered. She cursed her stammering, nervous, speech when she needed it to be steady.
"What's there to understand? You're completely black and blue," Alex said.
Carmen closed her eyes. She fought back hot tears threatening to gush out for the second time tonight. This was exactly what she was afraid would happen. She prayed this wouldn't happen. This exact moment was the reason she had second thoughts about going to the fair. Now she had to explain her bruises away, as Alex said earlier, or lie through her teeth. There were no other options.
She opened her mouth to speak, still unsure of what she was going to say, but stopped abruptly when she noticed the look on Justin's face. Her heart sank as she realized shock, pain, and disappointment evident in his face. The tears flowed as she stared apologetically at Justin. No. She couldn't do it.
"I'm sorry," She managed to choke out and ran away from Alex and Justin, her clothes still clutched in her hands.
"Carmen, wait!" Justin cried out.
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She ran and ran and ran. Tears blurring her vision. She didn't want to run from them, but it was the disappointed look on Justin face, the judging scrutiny on Alex's face, and the thought of having to justify herself to Dean whom she lied to repeatedly when all he was trying to do was look out for her and protect her from any harm that had her running.
It was too much. She couldn't do it. She was a coward.
She ran most of the way home, and walked the rest of the way. She reached the door to the flat. She put the key in, her intuition going on alert, but she ignored it. She turned the key, nudged the door open, and walked in. She glanced at the living room and noticed her brother was sitting on the couch.
"Hey," She said in her signature minute voice.
"What're you doing home so early?" Jesse asked standing up slowly.
"I just felt like coming home, that's all," Carmen answered.
"Fucking liar." Jesse responded.
Carmen looked up, surprised to see him standing in front of her. How does he do that? How does he move so quickly and so silently? She stared into his eyes and stepped back. Shit! He was drunk. She tried to walk cautiously around him, making sure not to touch him or make any sudden movements to startle him. Yes, her brother was drunk, again. But, somehow it was a subdued kind of drunk, where his energy seemed spent already.
She managed to make it to the other side of him and proceeded to walk slowly toward the hallway leading to her room, being sure to still be facing him. For some reason, Jesse disliked it when she turned her back on him, especially when he was drunk.
"I'm tired. I'm going to go to bed, OK?" She said softly.
Jesse's eyes were glazed over, blood red with exhaustion. He glanced at his sister lustfully. Carmen noticed the look and winced, causing Jesse to frown.
"What about my good-night kiss?" He asked pointing to his cheek.
Carmen hesitated but stepped forward, leaned in, and gave her brother a peck on the cheek; disgusted by the smell of liquor coming from him. Then, without warning, Jesse grasped Carmen's head, and turned it forcefully to kiss her hard on the lips. Carmen let out a stunned squeal. She tried to push Jesse off of her, but that only caused him to tighten his grip on her. Until, suddenly, he pulled away from her, still keeping a firm hold of her.
"Why is your hair wet?" He asked her.
Carmen was about to respond when Jesse noticed she was wearing a different shirt. He growled at her, completely angered by her attire.
"Who's shirt is that?!"
"I-It's my friends."
"Don't lie to me Carmen! That is a guy's shirt! Where's your shirt?!"
"R-Right here." She said, lifting the hand that held her shirt and vest up to his eye level.
"Why aren't you wearing it then?" He said slowly, a hint of punishment in his voice.
"There was an accident at the fair. Th-these girls dropped their food and drinks on me, and I had to clean myself off, and since I didn't have anything else to wear, Justin offered me his shirt." She said rapidly.
Jesse's eyes bugged out furiously. "Who the fuck is Justin?"
"He-He's this guy I―" But she didn't finish the sentence as she was slapped roughly in the face. The force making her fall to the floor.
"You little whore!" She heard him yell before he was on top of her. He teared the shirt off of her and stared down at his little sister's shirtless figure. He should have felt that familiar disgust he always felt when he would see the bruises covering her body. But he was far too drunk to care, and in its place was an aroused feeling.
He's always thought Carmen was a pretty young girl. She had, after all, their mother's beautiful face and their father's gorgeous eyes that suited her very well. And it had been a while since he'd been with a girl. Carmen was already topless, and at his disposal. Why not?
He leaned down and kissed her mouth. Carmen fought back by trying her best to push him off of her, but Jesse grabbed her small hands tightly and pinned them on the floor above her. Carmen then began to squirm, but that only aroused Jesse further. She began to kick and flail, but again, Jesse was stronger and placed a firm knee on her legs, making it difficult for her to move too much. He pulled away from her lips to stare at her. She was pleading for him to stop. Her eyes wet with new tears. He hesitated, looked down at her breasts, and the excitement he felt earlier returned. He looked at her breasts hungrily.
"Jesse, please. Don't do this," Carmen whispered.
Jesse shook his head and leaned toward Carmen for another forced kiss. Carmen tightened her mouth, protesting the best way she can. Jesse was loosing his patience and bit her lower lip hard. Carmen opened her mouth to yelp in pain, but Jesse took that opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. He attacked her tongue, enjoying her taste, weaving it around. He then began to trail kisses from her chin down to her neck. He saw the nook of her neck and collar bone and decided that would be a good spot to suckle on.
Carmen had no choice but to cry silently which Jesse preferred. He continued down her neck, satisfied with the love bite he left her, and thought hungrily of Carmen's ample breasts. They were a perfect size for her. They weren't too big but they weren't too small, either. They were a decent size, big enough that he could cup them in his hands and still have more left to hold. Carmen squirmed, uncomfortably at his touch.
He growled a warning at her and she ceased the motion, reluctantly. She couldn't believe her brother was kissing her, touching her breasts, and had her pinned to the floor topless, readying himself to rape her. This wasn't right. She had to find a way to stop him. The tears flowed down her eyes as she wept a heart wrenching sob. She knew what she was going to have to do and she really didn't want to. She waited for an opening.
In his delight to finally release the sexual tension he had, he loosened his grip on her hands and loosened the pressure of his leg on her knees. He lifted his head to stare at Carmen, noticed she was looking anywhere but at him. He frowned. Maybe he should stop. She didn't seem to be enjoying it like he was. Who was he kidding? Who cares if she was enjoying it? She will be his because it's been a while since he had any, period.
He picked her up off the floor, warned her with one look not to do anything foolish, and placed her gently on the couch. He might as well be comfortable, right? Carmen shut her eyes tightly. This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. She thought sorrowfully. But it was, and Jesse continued where he left off.
He laid himself on top of Carmen, being sure not to crush her with his weight. He began tracing light kisses and caresses all over her body. Carmen let out a whine. She looked up at the ceiling, hot tears continuing down her face. She leaned her head back. That was when she noticed the lamp at the end table. She shook her head. No. She couldn't. It's her brother.
He's touching you and kissing you in ways an older brother shouldn't. She thought to herself. This is by far, the worst thing he has done. The worst thing he is doing.
Jesse began to trail his fingers up her firm legs, to reach her thighs. Carmen gasped. No. He can't do this! She felt his hand creep inside, playing with her panties. She shivered at the touch. It was a warm touch and she really didn't want this. Justin's face came into mind, and her sadness nearly choked her. She saw Dean's face next. She looked at the lamp. She had to. She reached tentatively for it, keeping her eye on Jesse. He was preoccupied with... other activities involving her abdomen and his tongue that was beginning to tickle and she was having a hard time not giggling. It wasn't fair. She was ticklish!
She pushed the thought away. She closed her eyes, hating every part of what she was about to do, but feeling she had no choice, and smashed the lamp on Jesse's head. Jesse grunted and fell off of her. She had to hurry, she knew the blow from the lamp to Jesse's head would not be enough to hold him.
She pulled her panties up, for Jesse managed to pull them down marginally, grabbed Justin's ripped shirt, and a light sweater, as she tore out of the flat. She thought for a moment she heard Jesse come back to his senses, which only made her rush out quicker. As she ran toward the streets, she looked up to the window of her home. Jesse was looking out of it, rubbing his head, and looking around. She hid behind some bushes, putting on the light sweater, and smoothing down her skirt to better cover herself.
"Carmen! Come back here!" Jesse yelled furiously.
Carmen glanced up at him, worried that he would see her. She saw him go back in, slamming the window shut harshly. She looked away and when she felt it was safe, she ran away. She never thought she would have to turn her back on her brother. It pained her to the pit of her core.
She was a very good distance away from the flat. She looked back quickly for assurance before she took out her cell phone. Thankfully her phone didn't fall out when she was knocked to the floor or when her brother was...
She flipped the phone open, walking rapidly in no particular direction. Who was she going to call? Dean? No. He could make things worse. Justin? No. She would die with shame. Harper? She let out a snicker. Nope. That left Alex. She wasn't sure if that would be a good idea. But these were the only people she felt the closest to. She dialed Alex's number.
"Hello? Alex? It's me, Carmen. I need your help."
A/N: OK, there you have it. I think this might have been the longest chapter I've written yet. I'm not sure I liked it. I think I like the first half better than the last half of it, but oh well, what can you do? I hope you liked it, though! Let me know if you didn't. :)