The Secret Samaritans

Chapter 7

It'd been months, Matt was still in hospital, milking everything he could, but Carrie didn't care, not even a little bit, she'd ignored calls from Brooke and Dean, ignored the messages from them, the letters through the mail box, Carrie was woken up to gentle knocks on the door, Dean stood there, feeling confident he'd break through to her, that confidence fell as soon as she didn't answer after the tenth time knocking, he knocked one final time, "what is it Dean?" Carries voice was harsh, but he heard the pain, the upset and the weakness behind it, "hey! My god! Hey!"  He coughed trying to hide his surprise, "Erm, we've not seen you in a while, I thought, maybe you'd like some McDonald's, and some films? Erm, I don't know if you've seen them or not, but hey they're pretty good classics..." He peered through the peephole, Carrie looked at him and smiled to herself, her dry lips cracking "Dean I Erm-" she cleared her dry throat "Dean I'm.....I'm not really for socialising" she rested her head on the door, fighting any form of emotion, "who says your socialising? It's just me? And hey if you wanna yell at the films be my guest but...the mcdonalds is going cold and well I'm guessing you haven't eaten in a while" she signed heavily as she looked around at her bare apartment, she'd boxed all of Matt's things and stood them in a corner, her house looked barasic, "I'm...I have no makeup on" "I don't care, let me in" "I'm not dressed up" "well, we can turn the lights off, keep the room dark" "there's no chance of me getting out of this huh?" "Not in the slightest now, you either make this easy and open the door, or I kick it down, we both know I can".

After much deliberation she unlocked the door, and opened it slowly to see Dean, stood there, holding the mcdonalds, and DVDs in his hands and smiling as best he could when he saw how pale she looked, how worn down and skinny she was "HEY!!!!!!" "Hi" she croaked "You look beautiful" "shut up Dean and get in" he stepped in as she shut the door behind him, "erm...the only, thing I have in the house to drink is whiskey...whiskey, maybe some wine I'm not sure what Matt stored in boxes" "whiskey sounds great" Dean smiled as he could smell the faint smell of stale alcohol on her breath "great, I'll go grab some bottles" she walked into the kitchen.

Dean could hear her rustling around, so he decided to check the place out, scanning the photos across the shelves he noticed all of them had a big black cross over Matt's face, every single photo, some had broken glass, some were more than drawn on, some were actually chiseled in, he then saw all the boxes "Hey what you doing with all that stuff?" He turned around pointing to the boxes as Carrie came into the room "free to a good home...not that I'd want anyone to wear that cheating scumbags clothes" "ok..." He watched as she downed a glass of whiskey, her throat so used to the burning feelin, she could drink the stuff like pop, "nah I thought of burning it but...I don't know, I'll probably give it him" "lets do it" he looked back at her "do what?" She poured herself another glass, "let's burn it, burn it all now, we've got beers, whiskey, lighter fuel, lets burn that bastards shit" Carrie looked at him, trying to suss him out "my god you're actually serious" "hell yeah let's do it!" "Alright" she smiled at him as they took a box each outside.

It was a big fire...that Carrie mainly fuelled with all of Matt's expensive aftershave "feeling better?" "Yeah, but that could be the whiskey talking" "well there's one more box" Dean raised his eyebrow as Carrie walked towards it, picked it up and threw it on the fire, when something caught her eye, without thinking she grabbed the small box burning her fingers as she did, "what the hell are you doing?!" Suddenly Carrie burst into tears "whoa hey! have you hurt yourself?" He looked at her burnt fingers "no...yes...I don't know...." She spoke through sobs "what's wrong Carrie?" She handed Dean the opened box, "he was going to propose"!" "But not to me read the inscription on the ring" Dean took it from the velvet clasp and read out loud "my darling Maria" "not only was he cheated in his wife with me, or whatever, he was cheating on us both with this Maria chick....how many women has he had going, how many different women have I shared his di-" "I don't wanna think about his ya kno-what are you doing?" "I'm going to see him" "what?! Now?!" "Why not? I'm angry and upset Dean...he's in a hospital bed so he has to listen to me" Carrie grabbed her car keys and went to the door "I'm going to have to stop you" "not wise Dean, I will break your ne-" "stop you going out like that...go shower, do your hair and show him you're not bothered about what he's done to you" "but I am bothered about what he's done to me" "but don't give him the pleasure of seeing you like this" "like what exactly?" A flash suddenly lit up her face "what are you doing?" "Take a long hard look" Dean turned the phone around, Carrie noticed the bags under her eyes, her face drawn, lips scabbed, hair greasy and pulled back, her cheeks non existent "go shower, put on some makeup, a bit of Lippy and dress as badass as ever and show him what he's missing okay?" "Will you come with me?" "Into the shower...erm okay!" She punched his arm, as strong as ever, "you meant to the hospital...got it, Yep totally, I'll just wait down here!" She smiled and colour rushed to her cheeks as she walked upstairs...