Chapter 26

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Carly fell asleep, mad as hell, music blasting, heart broken, annoyed, and anything else that she could possibly feel except happy.

When she woke up her music had been turned off and her car keys were gone. This fueled her fire that was burning in her mind.

She marched downstairs and into the kitchen "Give me my keys." She demanded. "No, and watch your tone with me." Narvel Scolded. "If you give me my keys I'll watch my tone." she compromised. Narvel slammed his hands down on the counter "After that stunt you pulled last night do you think I'm letting you leave?!" He yelled, Carly backed away. "I don't see why not?! There's no place for me to go and I don't wanna live here!" She yelled back at him. "HEY!" Reba yelled as she stepped between them "Both of you calm down, Narvel stop yelling, and Carly no keys!" She said. "Now shut up and go your separate ways." she said, she and Narvel were still thinking of a punishment suitable for Carly's actions.

Later that afternoon Reba and Narvel were in the living room discussing Carly's punishment. "Do we send her to a correctional facility? We never had this problem with Shelby." Narvel said, he was so confused. "No, but then again Shelby did have a better life than her." Reba replied. "I don't think grounding her would help." Narvel said "We need to have a long talk with her." Reba said. "And we could send her to your parents house for the summer to get her away from all of this,it'd be a good distraction for her until things cool down." he said. "That doesn't seem like a bad idea, I'm just worried about if she'd need us or if it'd make her even more angry towards us." Reba said, Narvel tilted his head and nodded. "You've got a point." Reba nodded "Well..." "I just think we need to talk to her about this." Reba said, she was scared to do anything. "Let's wait a few days." Narvel suggested and Reba agreed, just until things cool down. "Yea and I'll call mama to make sure that it's alright with her." Reba said. maybe they were getting somewhere.

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