A/N: so alam nyo na kung bakit isip bata si Carly (ch.10), na damage utak nya gawa Nung car accident kasalanan Nung Scott boyfriend daw tapos iniwan si Carly.🙄 Kaasar amp.!
ok balik Tayo SA story .
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Once all the girls sat down, Deanna took it upon herself to talk first, knowing they needed to hear what she had found out as soon as possible.
"I did some... research, today," Deanna said cautiously. The other two roommates looked at her in confusion and Deanna sighed. She dug around in her backpack until she found the articles she'd printed out before she left.
"We wanted an explanation..." she said softly, passing the papers over to the girls. Both of them gasped as soon as they saw the picture of the overturned car.
"Carly was in there?" Ivy asked in shock. Deanna nodded and scooted closer to them on the couch.
"Yep," she pointed to the passenger side of the car. "Right there. See that section? That's the part they had to saw off to get her out." She saw the other girls shudder at the thought, just as she had done.
"I knew that Scott guy was an idiot," Eya mumbled under her breath. Her grip on the papers had become so tight that Deanna had to reach over and pry her fingers away. "How could he just leave her there Dying!!?"
"Your guess is as good as mine," Deanna sighed. Ivy turned the paper over and continued reading, her jaw dropping open.
"Traumatic brain injury?" Ivy gasps.
"What's that even mean?" Eya added, raising her eyebrows in shock.
Deanna had already done her research, and she handed them another paper she'd printed out that afternoon. Both girls read over the paper and Eya shook her head.
"This isn't English, Deans, how am I supposed to know what a 'Diffuse Axonal' is?" Eya scoffed. Ivy shook her head, shooting Deanna an apologetic look.
"That's the specific type, I think," Deanna pointed to the bolded words on the page. "I don't really know much either... it's confusing." Both girls nodded in agreement.
Sighing, Deanna slumped back in her chair. "What did you guys have to tell me?" she asked, remembering what her roommates had mentioned earlier.
Eya and Ivy exchanged glances. They both had just seen how much work Deanna had put into trying to figure out what was going on with Carly. It seemed rude of them to say anything now. Silently, they agreed to keep their mouths shut for the time being.
"Nothing," Eya shook her head. "Carly's in your room, by the way. She was... she cried for a long time after you left," Eya answered honestly. Deanna bit her lip and stood up.
"Take those bags with you," Ivy added, pointing to the shopping bags in the kitchen. "Those are all Carly's."
Nodding, Deanna grabbed the shopping bags and glanced in them. "Can you guys Inform Riri when she gets back?" Deanna asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't want to have to explain everything for the third time that day. Both girls nodded and Deanna sent them a thankful smile.
Ascending the stairs, Deanna began to wonder just how Carly had gotten there. How had she managed to get on a plane and wander here on her own? What was the glass in her shoes from? And the bruises?
Sighing, Deanna opened her bedroom door slowly. Carly was asleep on her bed, and the older girl decided against waking her. She set the bags on the floor by her closet and crossed her arms, wondering where she should put the clothes.
She realized just how much effort she was putting into accommodating Carly when she began moving the clothes in her closet around to make room for Carly's things. This was a new feeling for her, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it.
Deanna laughed softly when she saw the dresses Ivy had purchased. She couldn't help but envision how adorable they would look on the younger girl. Just as she hung up the last piece of clothing, a dark blur collided with her and sent her stumbling backwards. She grabbed onto the wall to keep her balance.
"Didiii," Carly cooed, burying her head in Deanna's chest and keeping her arms wrapped tightly around her.
"Well hello to you too," Deanna laughed, taking aback by the girl's abrupt greeting. Seeing that Carly had no intention of letting go, Deanna peeled the smaller girl off of her and took a few steps back. She immediately noted Carly's red eyes and puffy cheeks. Guilt slowly sunk in when she realized this was because of her.
"I'm sorry Didi," Carly whispered, looking up at Deanna with a look of uncertainty on her face. Deanna tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"I killed it," the smaller girl murmured, shaking her head and walking over to the bed. Deanna followed her cautiously. "Stupid," Carly huffed. She burrowed back under the covers, trying to hide from the older girl.
Deanna felt her phone buzz in her pocket just as she sat down on the end of the bed.
[4:39 - Eya] Oh, and also, Carly broke the table and vase by the door after you left. I guess that's what caused her to break down.
Sighing, Deanna set her phone down and scooted closer to the figure nestled under the covers.
"Carly, I'm not mad at you," Deanna said softly. She realized now that a day or two ago, she would've been furious. But the table and vase were replaceable, Carly wasn't. She had been able to learn that in their short time together.
The smaller girl slowly peered out from under the blankets. She studied Deanna intently for a few moments before sitting up.
"Promise?" Carly tilted her head to the side, holding out her pinky finger. Deanna laughed softly and nodded, locking their fingers together.
"Promise," Deanna nodded once. Carly looked down at her hands in her lap, still somewhat upset. Deanna noticed this and grew concerned.
"Carly? Do you want to talk about it?" Deanna reached out and placed one of her hands on the smaller girl's knee. At this point, Deanna was 100 percent aware that she was in too deep, but for some reason her compassion outweighed her fear.
"Talk?" Carly asked. She looked down at Deanna's hand in her lap, studying it carefully for a few moments. Deanna watched as Carly gently placed her own hand atop Deanna's, playing with her fingers aimlessly. The small gesture was still somehow able to make her stomach flutter.
"Yeah, talk," Deanna nodded slowly, trying to think of how she could explain the idea to Carly. "Friends talk to friends about their problems, remember?"
"Oh, yes," Carly nodded once. Deanna gave her a reassuring smile before scooting back on the bed and leaning against the headboard.
"Then what was bothering you this morning that made you so sad?" Deanna asked softly. She patted the spot next to her and Carly crawled over eagerly. "Were you mad that I left?"
"I am scared you won't come back," Carly bit her lip and looked over at Deanna. "And I like you here."
Deanna couldn't help but feel guilty, but she knew there was no way around this. She had to go to class. And bringing Carly with her didn't seem like the best idea. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
"You know I'll come back, , I'll always come back Car."
Carly smiled at the nickname, scooting closer to Deanna and finding her hand again. "I didn't mean to kill it..." she mumbled under her breath. Deanna barely caught what she had said.
"You didn't kill it, Carly," she shook her head and squeezed the girl's hand. "Next time, you just need to find a way to control your emotions, right? Like punching a pillow or something." Deanna grabbed the pillow next to her and punched it to demonstrate, which caused Carly to giggle.
"There's other ways to control your anger, too," Deanna nodded softly. "Whenever I get mad, I draw in my sketchbook. We just need to find you something that helps calm you down."
"Eating?" Carly tilted her head to the side. Deanna giggled and shook her head.
"Something besides eating," she pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "What do you like to do?"
Carly shrugged. "I am not good at things," she sighed. Deanna quickly shook her head, not wanting Carly to believe that.
"Of course you are," Deanna gave her a soft smile. "We just haven't found your true passion yet, but we will."
"You think so?" Carly bit her lip.
"I know so," Deanna smirked. She sighed softly when she remembered why she had come upstairs originally. Taking a deep breath, Deanna sat up slightly and squeezed Carly's hand. "Can I ask you a question?"
Carly nodded softly, not knowing what Deanna was referring to.
"Okay, so... I found out something today," she paused. "About you..." Carly still appeared confused and Deanna took that as a good enough reason to continue. "Do you know you were in a car accident?"
Carly's eyes widened and she scanned Deanna's face, trying to figure out her true intentions. After a few moments of tense silence, she nodded slowly. "I got hurt," she mumbled.
Deanna saw the fear in the girl's eyes and kicked herself for bringing it up. But there was no going back now. "What happened, Carly?"
"Ouch," Carly nodded as if it were a completely reasonable answer. She scooted back and pulled up the leg of her pajama pants, shifting her position to reveal a long, raised scar that ran from the middle of her thigh to the back of her knee. "See? Ouch."
"Damn," Deanna whispered. Carly pulled the pants back over the cut and nodded softly.
"I... uh, do you remember Scott?" Deanna bit her lip. Carly's face tensed, and the small girl furrowed her eyebrows together.
"Scott left," Carly muttered. "He left. Stupid," she shook her head and glanced up at Deanna. "Mad."
"You're mad?" Deanna asked. Carly nodded slowly. "Why are you mad?"
"Scott," Carly balled her fists and stared intently into space for a few moments. Deanna waited patiently, trying to make this as comfortable for the other girl as possible. "Scott... left. Friends left." She brought her hands to her face and groaned.
"Hey, hey it's okay," Deanna quickly moved Carly's hands away from her face. "We don't have to talk about it anymore, okay? It's alright." Carly looked up at her shyly. Their eyes stayed interlocked for a few moments before Carly broke their eye contact, only to scoot closer to Deanna and burrow her head into her neck.
Deanna, surprised by the gesture, quickly pulled Carly closer to her and held her tightly. By the dampness on her shoulder, she could tell the smaller girl was silently crying. So she continued to hold her, rubbing circles in the small of her back.
Deanna would've done anything to see inside Carly's mind right then. She wanted to know what Carly remembered, or what she thought of the accident. She wanted to know what had happened with Scott. Or how Carly had ended up in New York. There were so many unanswered questions that wouldn't be fair to dump onto the smaller girl.
They lay there like that for a while, Deanna holding the small girl. Absentmindedly, Deanna began singing softly to fill the silence.
🎶Lie here till your world stops spinning round,
Lie near me till the birds start singing out.
Come, show what it is to be warm.
Be my shelter and I'll be your storm.
And we'll show the fire,
Yeah, we'll show the fire how to burn.
Yeah, we'll show the fire,
We'll show the fire how to burn.
I don't know, I don't know where you came from,
But God's been smiling.
I don't know, I don't know where the rain's gone
But it's been a while, been a while now. 🎶
"Pretty."
Deanna jumped when she finished the song, realizing Carly had been watching her for some time. The smaller girl gazed intently up at her, a shy smile on her face.
"I, uh, thanks," Deanna stumbled over her words. She felt her cheeks flush red and quickly looked away. Carly furrowed her eyebrows and sat up slightly, leaning over so she could see Deanna's face.
"Do you know?" Carly tiled her head to the side, showing concern. "Didi, do you?" She reached out and turned Deanna's face so she was looking back at her. Deanna swallowed hard when Carly locked her caramel eyes with her own.
"Do I know what?" Deanna asked, biting her lip and forcing herself to take her eyes off of Carly. She sat up slowly, trying to distance herself from the girl. Obviously Carly didn't get the message, because she only scooted closer.
"You are pretty, Didi," Carly nodded once. When Deanna didn't respond, Carly reached up and placed her fingertips on Deanna's lips. "I want you to know."
Deanna's breath caught in her throat and she had to remind herself to breathe. "I-I, uh..."
"Do you know?" Carly tilted her head to the side, genuinely concerned that Deanna wasn't aware of just how pretty she was. The younger girl reached up and cupped Deanna's face with both hands, studying her up close.
"You have ocean eyes," Carly whispered, as if it was a secret that only they could know. Deanna couldn't remember the last time she had been this nervous around anyone. Carly had this effect on her, and it scared her knowing what it could do.
"Your heart is pretty, too," the younger girl nodded, placing her hand directly under Deanna's collarbone. "I have seen it."
Carly suddenly inch her face towards Deanna and then close her eyes.
Oh god! Is Carly going to kiss Her??!
****TO BE CONTINUED****
A/N: Deanna nyo bottom jk.HAHAHAHAHA