(( 'Brad?!' Carly mouths to herself after hearing his voice. The seven year old poked her head around the corner after hearing Brad say that he's going to check around back. She then hears a gunshot and him screaming, seeing him fall into the snow, writhing in pain as Michael checks on him, the angry shouting from Trevor barely audible because of the wind being piercing loud.
Carly turns around and runs as fast as her skinny legs and thick coat would let her, stopping when she's sure that it's safe and hides behind a rundown building, her heart pounding. She was in too much shock to cry. To her, it all seemed like a bad dream.
'Brad...' She says numbly, the bitter cold Feburary wind whipping past her face and blowing her light brown curls away from it. She closes her eyes, praying that it was just a nightmare...))
'No!' Carly screams, bolting upright as Johnny puts his arms around her, cradling her close to him and glaring at Evan and Alex when they give them confused looks. Both brothers back off as Carly buries her face into Johnny's shirt, avoiding Tyler and Lester's concerned faces.
'Shh..it's alright, sugar. It was just a bad dream.' Johnny says, brushing his hand against Carly's hair in an attempt to soothe her.
'No...it's not...Brad's dead.' Carly thought.
She shouldn't have been running around outside that day but she was and she witnessed Brad's last moments alive.
All she wanted to do was forget but she never could.