I let Rick in
a little before six. We barely even greeted each other and just
sat in the living room, waiting for Mr. Robbins to
"Can I get
you anything to drink?" He shook his head. Well, he can't say
I didn't try. Mr. Robbins showed up shortly after and
immediately introduced himself to Rick, relieving some of the
tension between the two of us.
failing is she?" asked Rick.
Wow. Way to
sound like a caring parent. He shot me a "don't start"
Carrie's doing quite well, actually," said Mr. Robbins. "She's
doing better than most of my students."
what the hell is this about?
"Really? That's great! Do you think she
should move up to a more challenging class?"
could. It would be difficult, and if she'd like to, I could sign
the papers. But that's not what I wanted to discuss this
"I'm just a little
concerned about how she's holding up."
"What do you
mean?" asked Rick, leaning forward.
Carrie seems…lost during class. She doesn't smile, doesn't talk.
She hasn't spent time with her friends since the accident. I
haven't seen her eat lunch at all-if she even goes to the
said. They looked at me as if they forgot I was there. "So you're
concerned because I'm sad? How do you expect me to
seems more than that. It happened a month ago. Most people would
have moved on by now," Mr. Robbins answered.
"Who are you
to say when I should move on? Most people aren't in my
situation!" I yelled, standing up. "How would you like it if I
took everything away from you and made you move a thousand miles
from home? Then once you get settled and used to things, I take
everything away again?"
"Carrie, I didn't
mean to upset you. I just-"
"Get out," I
grumbled. My knuckles were white from clenching my fists and my
palms hurt from digging my nails into them.
Carrie, we need to talk about this."
don't. This is none of your fucking business. Get out of my
house!" I screamed.
nodded and walked out, silently closing the door behind him. I
flopped back on the couch with my face in my
didn't really need me here after all, huh?" said Rick. I jumped
at the sound of his voice, forgetting he was
about that," I said quietly.
think I've ever seen you smile-when you were sober, I
makes me feel so much better!
he said with glare, "I noticed something your math teacher
didn't." I stared at him blankly. "You don't wear your crucifix
anymore. And the crosses that were hanging up have been taken
"What did I
say about your thoughts?" he asked, inching closer. "Anyway, I
thought your family was Catholic and faithful in
"There is no
god," I retorted angrily. "Why do you care
I left it at that, not in the mood to argue.
We sat in
silence for a while. I was wondering when he'd go home. I
don't get it. He always acts like he wants me dead, but now he's
trying to get to know me. It's
"Mr. Campbell? That second time you came into my
room, how'd you touch my crucifix without it hurting
already questioning your faith, so it had no effect on
"But why did you
do…do…that to me?"
you were more afraid of being assaulted than bitten, yes?" I
nodded. "But you don't have to worry. I wouldn't do that to
paused. "What happened to the moving man? Where did he
you're asking too many questions. I have one for you. What did
you mean when you asked your teacher about taking everything
away? Why did you say that?"
business, that's why." He was instantly on top of me, gripping me
by the shoulders.
"I have had
enough of your smart-assed remarks. LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING
YOU!" he screamed, grabbing my face so I was looking directly in
his eyes. "Answer me."
want to tell him, but he made me. I told him about the alley way,
my dad, and how the car accident happened with tears running down
my face. I felt so guilty for everything. I was just as, if not
more, responsible for their deaths as that man was. Rick let go
of my shoulders and sat back on the couch.
"Is that man
probably. But he can come anytime he wants; I'm not stopping
that," he said quietly.
you cherish these night visits? I don't have a family
and you and I both know I won't be missed."
forget about over time," I sighed, resting my chin on my
knuckles. "And so will you."
of hard to forget about the girl who called the cops on me," he
it's ok to threaten me and my friends? That makes a whole lot of
"I am tired
of your attitude. I'm only letting it go because I know you're
mad at your teacher." He got up and headed for the
what I did when they told me about my aunt and uncle? I
laughed. I laughed right in their faces like it was a
He stood there, hand on the doorknob,
looking back at me silently. "It's been a long day. You should
get some sleep."