Surviving At Stanford

By SarahWinchester96

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Chapter 9

Author's Note: This chapter is the last of my daily posts. I will post the next chapter sometime in the New Year. I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I would really appreciate some feedback on all of the chapters posted so far to see what you think. I would also love to hear what you want to happen in the story and your suggestions as to how I can improve the story. Have a great Christmas and a very happy New Year and I'll see you again in January! :)

"Sam, opening up is going to get me locked away in a padded room."

"How?"

"I want you to open up about the day he died." I imitated. "Well, Bobby got possessed by a demon with black eyes and started beating me up. Then he pulled a knife out on me, so to save me, Bobby stabbed himself in the stomach."

"You know what I mean."

Jess walked in.

"Please, just consider it." Sam stated.

I scoffed. "I don't need a grief counselor." I looked between them. "There is nothing wrong with me. Everyone feels depressed after they get dumped, stop trying to turn this into some suicide intervention." I stood up from the couch before walking out of the room.

"Carrie..." Sam called after me.

I walked into my room and slammed the door closed behind me.

I knocked on the door.

When the door opened, it was. Brady.

"Hi, Brady." I smiled. "Sam sent me. Do you have the notes for Law?"

Without saying anything, Brady turned and went back inside the apartment.

Strange.

Regardless, I walked in too.

Picking up the notes, he handed them to me.

"Everything okay? You seem annoyed." I asked.

"Do you think Sam and Jess appreciate you being with them 24/7?" Brady spoke up.

I furrowed an eyebrow. "What?"

"Can't hold down a relationship of your own, so you're trying to ruin someone else's."

I walked closer to him. "Who are you to start interfering in our lives?"

"I'm their friend."

"Yeah, and I'm just his cousin, twice removed on his Father's side." I mocked, sarcastically.

"Any why? Because you lost some old drunk that by the sounds of it was really fuckin' crazy."

Anger flared up inside me as I grabbed Brady by the collar. "Don't you EVER talk about Bobby like that!" I let go of him. "Admit it, you're just jealous that's someone actually loved me!"

Brady punched me square across the face.

The brunt force of his punch caused me to fall to the ground. Blood trickled from my lips as I looked up at him.

"Get out!" Brady stated. "Get out!" He screamed.

I smirked, angrily. "Gladly." I stood up and walked down the hallway before exiting the house, slamming the door behind me.

-Jess' POV-

"Did you hear that?" I asked, turning to Eve and Hannah.

Eve nodded. "Yeah, it sounded like it came from out back."

We walked downstairs before cautiously opening the back door. Making our way out onto the porch, I noticed someone lying on the grass, and quickly realised who it was.

"Carrie?" I called, walking over.

She looked so upset and broken.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Not really." She answered.

Carrie was in a pretty bad state, and her lip was bleeding. "What happened to your face?"

"Well when you accuse your friend of being jealous, this is the result." She stated. "An incredibly hard punch in the mouth." Carrie moved her head back so that she was looking up at the sky. I hated seeing her this drunk.

Eve and Hannah walked over, and smirked at the sight of her.

"Well look what the cat dragged in." Hannah stated. "It's scruffy Singer." She smirked. "I've heard a lot about you."

Carrie's face reddened in embarrassment, as she pulled her hoodie around herself a bit more.

"What are you doing in my backyard?" Eve asked.

"I- I came to see Jess." Carrie answered.

"Why?" Hannah furrowed an eyebrow.

"She's my friend." She looked so confused.

"Eww..." Eve turned her nose up.

"Leave her alone, Eve." I spoke up.

"Awww, you befriended the orphan." Hannah teased. "How very...Harry Potter."

I could see Carrie getting angrier and angrier.

Eve walked closer and looked over my clothes with a smirk. "Hmm, nice threads."

"Which thrift shop you get them from?" Hannah asked. "Cause' that is where you buy your clothes, isn't it?"

Carrie bit her tongue, obviously trying to stop herself from ripping their faces off.

"Come on, Carrie." I spoke up once again. "Let's get out of here." I took hold of Carrie's arm and began walking her away from the two of them.

"God, have you seen her?!" Hannah whispered to Eve with a giggle. "I'm not surprised her boyfriend left her."

Something snapped inside of Carrie as she stormed back over to Hannah and landed a punch hard across her face, knocking her backwards onto the ground. "Stay away from me!" She walked off.

-Carrie's POV-

Walking down the street, on my way back to the apartment, tears were slowly trickling down my cheeks. Sniffling, I tried to fight them, but it was no use.

I could hear Jess trying to catch up to me.

"Carrie!"

"Leave me alone, Jess!" I shouted.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Jess shouted, as she caught up to me. "How much have you drank?" She asked.

"What does it matter?" I replied, bitterly.

"You just punched her!" Jess stated.

"She deserved it!" I retorted.

"Dean wouldn't want you to be like this." Jess stated.

"One, Dean would probably have punched her because of what she said. Two, she deserved it, and three, don't even go there, Jess!" I warned. "Not tonight, I'm really not in the mood!" I looked at her with a killer expression.

"What? It's true."

"Don't play the Dean card."

"Carrie, you're in no condition to walk back to the apartment, you're smashed and pissed, and you know that's not a good combination! You're going to get yourself killed."

"Look, as much as I appreciate the whole mother duck smothering thing you got going on here, I'm fine. In fact, I'm better than fine."

"You know I don't believe that." Jess stated. "You loved him, Carrie, and I know you're hurting right now, but drinking yourself into oblivion like this isn't going to help."

"I'm fine." I stated, stubbornly.

"No you're not." Jess stated, caringly. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

"And where is that exactly?" I asked with a broken expression. "Cause' right now, I feel like I don't belong anywhere."

"Carrie, please just let me drive you back to the apartment."

"I don't want anything from you." I stated. "I'll be fine...Please, just leave me alone."

Jess sighed. "You don't mean that."

"Don't I?" I asked sternly. "Because right now, I'm having trouble even looking at you."

"Carrie, please, you gotta' hear me out."

"Why? So that you can tell your friends more about me, about how I'm some poor, orphan freak that can't afford new clothes?!"

"Come on, Carrie, that's not what I meant." Jess stated.

"So what did you mean?" I pushed.

"I didn't tell them anything! I swear!"

"And I'm willing to believe that, but for now...just leave me alone!" I went to walk off, but turned back round to her. "You know what, Jess?" I began. "Back in December, when we were first getting to know each other, you said that you didn't me to think of you as some posh, stuck up brat from Maryland. Now, it's pretty hard not to think of you like that, when you're acting like one! Yes, fair enough, the majority of the clothes I wear are from thrift shops. Big woop! Now I don't care, so you shouldn't either. Now seeing as you and your friends must have had so much fun bitching about what I wear, I'm just gonna' make it plain and simple and say that I really don't care what you think, or anyone else for that matter! Cause' that's who I am. I'm not going to change because of people like you, Hannah and Eve who think they're superior to everyone else just because you have money." I stated. "I'll let you in on a little secret. Do you know what people who have money tend to not have? The only thing they can't buy, not matter how much money they through at them?" I paused. "Friends." I stated. "This is who I am...Take it or leave it!" I walked off.

As I crossed the road, I found myself being illuminated by a bright light.

Turning to the source, my eyes widened at the sight of the car speeding towards me. I gasped, knowing it was too late for me to be able to avoid the inevitable impact. Closing my eyes, I waited...

Finding myself falling, I landed on the ground.

Opening my eyes, I was lying on the sidewalk. Looking up, a guy in a trenchcoat was knelt down beside me.

"Thank you." I spoke up, not really sure what else to say.

"You are under my protection, it's my job to keep you safe." The guy stated.

I furrowed an eyebrow.

Suddenly, he was gone.

My eyes widened as I looked around. "What the hell?"

That's it, I've officially gone insane!

Picking myself up off the sidewalk, I decided to take the longer route back to the apartment which didn't involve crossing anymore roads.

Opening the door of the apartment, I was instantly bundled into a hug by a very relieved looking Sam.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried myself into his chest, still coming to terms with what the last 24 hours had brought for me. I had: been advised to go see a grief counselor, been punched, gotten drunk, wandered over to one of Jess' friend's houses is search of Jess (much to the amusement of Eve and Hannah), nearly got hit by a car, and saved by a mysterious trenchcoat wearing guy who just dissapeared right in front of me.

As Sam pulled away, he took in my appearance. I noticed him looking at the bruise I had by my mouth.

"Pissed someone off real bad." I explained.

Sam paused. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Well I don't know if it was a ghost, but I saw something weird." I stated.

Sam furrowed an eyebrow. "What?"

"I was walking back to the apartment, and as I was crossing the road, I wasn't looking, and this car nearly knocked me down. Before it hit me though, this guy pulled me out of the way of it. He said something about me being under his protection, and that it was his job to keep me safe. Then after that, he just vanished into thin air."

"Did you catch what he looked like?" He asked.

"He was wearing a trenchcoat." I answered. "How could he just dissapear like that?"

Sam shrugged. "Are you sure he did? Cause' you would have been pretty freaked after nearly being hit by the car, maybe your brain just imagined it."

"When is anything in our lives down to something we've imagined?" I stated. "I'm telling you, Sam. One second he was knelt down beside me, the next he was just gone."

Sam looked down at me. "Has anything else happened?"

I shook my head. "No."

He just looked at me. Sam has known me for too many years to believe my cover ups.

At that moment, the door opened, and Jess came walking in, nervously.

I sighed. "I'm going to bed." I walked off to my room.

-Third Person POV-

Sam furrowed an eyebrow, before looking at Jess. "Has something happened between you two?"

"You could say that."

Sam closed the gap between himself and Jess, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug. "Tell me." He stated softly.

"She was drunk, and she came to Eve's house. I think she was looking for me. I feel really bad, because she looked upset and like she wanted someone to talk to. You know, like she was actually going to open up."

"And what happened?"

"Hannah and Eve happened!" Jess stated. "I've never seen them act like that before! They just launched an attack on Carrie! Like they ripped her apart. I tried to stop them, but it was hopeless, and now Carrie angry at me." She explained. "She thinks that I've been making fun of her behind her back, but I swear, I haven't said anything." She stated. "After how I saw them treat her tonight, I want nothing to do with them."

"You know, Carrie, she gets angry, but doesn't mean it." Sam reassured. "I've known her for long enough to know that she just needs some time to cool off, and then she's back to her usual self in a few hours." He stated.

"I hope so."

"Trust me." Sam smiled.

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