- 3.
Carrie was gone, along with her baby. Susan
was in shock, refusing to eat or drink,
clutching Carrie’s clothes and sobbing.
Carol was furious. She told every relative
about what happened at the hospital, cursing
Tom as a heartless bastard.
Carrie’s in–laws were devastated, especially when they found out Carrie was carrying a
boy.
Carrie’s husband, Dave, flew in from out of
town that day. When he saw his wife and son,
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his face twisted with grief, his eyes
bloodshot.
He couldn’t believe his wife, who he had just
left a few days ago, was dead.
After hearing the truth from his in–laws, Dave
wiped away his tears and quietly helped me
plan the funeral.
No one bothered to tell Tom, especially after
finding out he was across the street at a
restaurant with Bethany’s family.
Even Susan had given up on him.
But I wasn’t about to let Tom miss out on
such a monumental event.
The day Carrie was buried back in her
hometown, I made sure someone let him
know.
The day of Carrie’s funeral was cold and
rainy. I stood by the car, holding an umbrella
and watching as people carried Carrie’s
casket from the funeral home.
Last time, this was the day Dave stabbed me
to death, my blood mixing with the rain to
create a red carpet for Carrie.
Before the casket even made it to the gate,
Tom’s car screeched to a halt. He jumped
out, storming towards me.
I stared at him, numb, not even saying a word.
‘Smack!‘
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He saw the black–and–white photo in my
hands and slapped me across the face. “You
crazy bitch, you dared to curse my sister to
make me come back!”
I fell to the ground. The picture frame broke,
and mud smeared across Carrie’s face,
leaving only her cold eyes visible.
Tom’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with fear
and rage. All traces of his former gentle
demeanor were gone. He looked like a wild
animal, attacking me without mercy.
“I’ll teach you to lie! I’ll teach you to curse my
sister!”
I curled up, letting the rain wash away the
tears.
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I stared at Carrie’s picture, whispering,
“Carrie, you need to see who your enemies
are. When you get to hell, don’t accuse the
wrong person.”
“Enough! What are you doing!”
People ran out of the funeral home after
hearing the commotion. Carol pushed Tom
away, crying and screaming, “You monster!
We called you, begged you! You left her to
die! You killed your sister, then you come
here and make a scene! What do you want?”
Tom stumbled backward, trying to look calm.
“What are you talking about? She’s lying, and
you’re all trying to trick me! Are you doing
this because she’s pregnant? Did you do this
to trick me.”
“What are you talking about? She’s lying, and
you’re all trying to trick me! Are you doing
this because she’s pregnant? Did you do this
to trick me.”
I curled up tighter, letting the rain fall on my
face.
So, Tom knew I was pregnant this time.
“You’re lying! I want to see Carrie! Carrie!”
Tom charged toward the funeral home, but
was forced back.
The black casket, carried by eight men, slowly
came through the doorway.
