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Part 3

Danny led Carrie to a block of flats, which resembled Greenwich; London’s the Canary Wolf. Looking up at the building she hoped Danny did not live on the top floor, other than that Carrie was feeling a little excited. This is gonna be our new home, she thought rubbing her stomach gently. The building was light grey and slim with wide windows going all the way to the top, it looked to have about 20 floors and Carrie thought only estates has that amount of floors. There are two double doors as the means of entrance, Carrie tired to guess which window belonged to Danny’s flat, but they were too many. When they came to the double doors, Danny punched a few numbers in the security lock and turned the knob. "It’s like living in a prison using these things every day" Danny said as she stood aside for Carrie "Ladies first"

Carrie smiled and walked in "Well that’s the price you pay for living in a place like this" she said just as the door slammed shut. She jumped a little and caught her breath. "God, that scared the hell out of me"

"You’ll get used to it babe" Danny said walking down the corridor

Carrie smiled to herself; she was beginning to like the way Danny called her babe.

This is a wicked building by the way" Carrie looked around "It’s so modern, the outside reminds me of the canary wolf"

"Yeah, it does a bit"

"This place looks so quiet, not like" Carrie paused "Other places"

Danny shrugged "I suppose it is, but I like it"

Carrie followed Danny through another door and another corridor, a few seconds later they came to a bright blue door marked 28B and a large black knocker.

"Well, here we are" Danny said reaching inside his pocket for his keys, looking at Carrie Danny saw she was leaning against the way looking slightly out of breath "You okay?" oh god, she could go into labour. At a few weeks Danny, get a hold of your self! Sorry.

"Yeah, just a bit tired"

"I don’t want this place to be too much for you"

Carrie rolled her eyes as she leaned off the wall "Danny, I’m pregnant not a paraplegic"

Danny dangled his keys loose "Okay. I’m only concerned babe"

Carrie felt guilty for her retort. I shouldn’t be so evasive; he’s giving me a home. "Sorry"

Danny smiled at her. God, I love her eyes already "Don’t worry about it" Danny turned the key in the lock and stood aside for Carrie "Well, here it is"

She stepped in and was instantly impressed

"What do you think Carrie?" she’d better like it. I hope she likes it.

Carrie scanned around Danny’s flat. It was small, but cosy and to her surprise it was tidy. Carrie had the impression that all single males homes would be a pigsty and smell like one too. From what Carrie could see the flat was light blue and white, there were blinds instead of curtains and the carpet looked either brand new or had just been hovered. The sofa was blue and white stripes, which reminded Carrie of sticks of rock. There was a small coffee table in the middle of a living room with a few magazines scattered on top; there were two pictures of the sea on either side of the living room wall and a clock with large numbers. Straight ahead was the kitchen that Carrie tried to get a better view of, but could only see the corner of a cupboard and one of the windows. With a few rugs, mats and a set of blue cushions, it resembled pictures out of a home-shopping catalogue. It was almost too perfect. Carrie was dying to see the rest of Danny’s flat and her room.

"It’s cool" Carrie replied walking towards the kitchen. At last I can get better look. Walking into the kitchen, she thought it was even better. The kitchen was brown and while, fitted entirely with sink, dis washer, washing machine, Fridge and cooker. Blinds again for the windows, there were sugar, biscuit and tea jars on the side and a pinewood kitchen table with a bowl of fruit in the middle. Again it resembled a kitchen out of a home-shopping catalogue.

"I love the kitchen Danny, it’s no nice"

"Great, glad you like it babe" Danny shut the front door behind him

Carrie ran her hand along the kitchen table; it was as if she’d never felt food before or never been in kitchen. "Did you do all this yourself?"

"Yeah, I did a course in decorating and a bit of interior designing when I was at college" Danny replied standing in the kitchen doorway. He watched Carrie’s every move.

Carrie looked at Danny in surprise "Well you’ve done well, your place is really nice. You should be proud of yourself"

Danny could feel himself blushing. This girl is so sweet. "Anyone can do that babe, it ain’t nothing to special"

"Yes it is. I can’t decorate to save my life"

"Well. I’ll teach you"

"I’ll have to hold you to that when I do the baby’s room"

Danny suddenly got a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. The thought of having Carrie and a baby in his home made him feel excited and content, he didn’t know why.

"Are you sure you don’t mind me staying?"

Danny shook his head "No" he replied throwing his keys up on the air and catching them "I could do with the company"

Carrie laughed a little "I’ll ask you that in nine months time shall I?"

"Yeah and you’ll get the same answer"

Carrie nodded and looked around the kitchen one last time, she still could not believe this was her home. I can’t believe this is happening to me, I’m so happy I wanna burst.

Danny watched Carrie even closer; I’m finding it hard not keeping my eyes off her. Every time she moves, it’s like watching nature. Danny get a hold of yourself. Sorry. Danny broke his concentration. "Right, make yourself at home" he said throwing his keys on the kitchen table. "Your room is next door to mine"

"Okay" Carrie said walking out the kitchen and placing her bag on the floor, she didn’t realise she had it in her hand. Flopping down on to the sofa Carrie rubbed her hands together with slight contentment.

"Good"

Carrie looked at Danny "Thanks Danny"

"Oh, don’t worry about it"

"Really, I mean it. Thank you"

"And I said don’t worry about it"

Carrie smiled. For the first time in two days she felt safe and secure.

Since Andrew had walked out on Carrie, he was still angry and bitter. He never wanted to leave her; he blamed their child. If it wasn’t for the child me and Carrie would still be together, why did it have to come? I still can’t believe Carrie expected me to throw my life away over it. Why did she do this to me? Andrew was happy with the way things were he never thought Carrie would be stupid and ruin everything they had. I knew none of this is my fault, she knew what she was doing, and I have nothing to do with all this. I thought we’d be together forever, its obvious forever isn’t what it used to be anymore. Closing the front door Andrew looked out onto the road. The day was mild and a little sunny with a few clouds. Andrew still had not told his parents about he and Carrie, he had considered it but thought best not to tell him in further consideration it was none of their business anyway. Already his mother has been asking about Carrie as having not seen her and so far Andrew had managed to create a number of excuses but he knew it would not take his mother to work out what’s happening. Andrew didn’t care, as he didn't see it was his problem. I’m not the one pregnant; I’m not the one whose gotta look after it. As Andrew walked out to the front gate he began to feel a little lost, usually at this time he’d be either with or going to see Carrie. For some reason he half expected to see Carrie sitting on the doorstep begging for reconciliation, not that he would give her one for he still stood by what he said. He didn’t want to see Carrie covered in baby lotion, talcum powder and smelling of Cow&Gate apple and pear desert. He wanted freedom, independence and a future with Carrie. Now all that had changed.

Although Andrew felt strongly, he still loved Carrie. Nothing that changed where love concerned, it was just his love that was not strong enough for him to spend the rest of his life looking after a child.

Fiona Shannon frowned at her reflection in the mirror. Eyes puffy from crying face pale from lack of eating and hair pulled back from her face so far she looked like a manikin. Dressed in her pink dressing gown and slippers she was clutching a hankie in her hand. Looking at herself in the mirror, Fiona felt sick. How could I let my baby go? How could I let that bastard take away my baby, just like that? I didn’t even help; I just stood there like a bloody statue! Fiona lay back down on her bed, staring up at her ceiling. For all I know Carrie could be dead, lying in the gutter or lying floating in a river. It’s all my fault, if I’d stood up to Clark, none of this would have happened. What do I expect? The same I was with Yvonne is the same I am with Carrie, helpless.

Carrie’s life seemed to be working out, once she settled in with Danny that she began to adjust to the changes in her life. Both had devised a daily routine of shared housework and cooking while Danny paid for bills and food. Even though was not bringing in any income, she made it her duty to help and promised to seek employment as soon as possible. Carrie loved living with Danny; but was very disheartened, as Andrew wasn’t here to share it with her.

Danny had not realised how lonely he was until Carrie moved in, before he lived in almost silence and used to arrive home as late as possible. Now his flat was filled with Carrie’s humming along the R&B and Hip-Pop sounds of Aaliyah, Mary J Blige, R.Kelly and Brandy. Within a week Danny’s flat was filled with the smell of impulse body spray, Tommy girl perfume, 19 Magazine and pasta (Carrie’s favourite food). Despite Danny having to hide his secret stash of pornographic magazines, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Carrie took a sip of lemonade and played with the glass in her hands. Tears sprang to her eyes, what have I done to deserve all this, why are dad and Andrew being so unreasonable, it’s not fair, it’s not as though I planned all this. Everything was an accident, why am I the one to suffer? Carrie wiped the tears from her cheeks and sniff. She could feel her nose beginning to run. And mum just stood there and let dad throw me out, she promised to help me. She promised never to let dad throw me out! I still can’t believe it. I may never see my own mother again? I may never see Andrew again (oh god). My child will never know its grandparents or father? All because they don’t want to know, what am I supposed to day? Sorry sweetheart, your grandfather is a narrow-minded old fool (grandmother is a coward and a liar) and your father is a selfish bastard. Now I know how Yvonne feels, I suppose I should have gone to visit her. Maybe I will, when the baby’s born. I know she won’t turn my back on me.

Carrie took another sip of lemonade and placed the glass on the coffee table, not caring about leaving a mark on it. Oh God I hate them! How could they do this to me? In despair she pulled out her hair clip and threw it aside, she shook her head before covering her face with her hands. Thank god I met Danny, she thought.

"Thank god" she whispered.

Just then Danny came to the door. Carrie swore to herself that she didn’t hear him turned the key. Carrie rubbed her eyes quickly, not wanting him to see her cry.

Danny shut the door "Hi babe" he unzipped his jacket, revealing a green ‘Soviet’ T-shirt.

"Hi" Carrie said, trying to be cheerful.

Danny sat next to Carrie, he noticed Carrie has been crying. His heart sank for he hated to see Carrie upset, Danny’s face was full of concern. "What’s the matter babe?"

Carrie shook her head; she did not fell like replying. Plus she knew that if she was to say anything it was just be blubs and sniffs. Looking at Danny, Carrie noticed his eyes were so gentle and warm. Unlike her own, filled with pain, fear and certainty. Here am I singing Danny’s praises, what’s stopping him from leaving me? Everyone else has or let me down haven’t they? Nothing. Danny wanted so much to take away all her pain, if only I had met her earlier. None of this would have happened and that fool wouldn’t have hurt her so much. Oh Carrie, stop being so negative. I think him giving you a free home has said it all. Carrie smiled. "Nothing" she finally said wiping her face vigorously.

"Just as long you’re okay" Danny touched her shoulder and squeezed it.

Carrie touched his arm and squeezed it "I am, really"

"Okay" Danny let go of her shoulder, despite not wanting to. "Hungry?" he asked getting up

Carrie stood; she could feel all her bones crack "Yeah" closing her eyes she stretched. As she did so her top lifted slightly revealing her toned stomach, Danny couldn’t help but to stare. He imagined caressing his hands over her stomach; it must be so smooth and kissable. Danny man, get a hold of yourself. Carrie doesn’t wanna get involved with anyone. She’s pregnant and still I love with her ex. I know, but I can’t help it. She’s so beautiful and I’m falling for her. You are not falling her Danny, no way. Okay! Danny quickly regained his concentration. "So what do you want to eat?"

"Don’t worry, I’m making sandwiches"

Danny grinned "I have no objections to that"

Carrie shook head "No you wouldn’t would you? You’d eat your own arm"

Danny pretended to look shocked "How dare you"

Carrie laughed before she headed for the kitchen.

"Just think" Danny began between mouthfuls of his cheese and marmite sandwich. Ever since Danny was a child he has always loved the mix-flavoured treat. "You’ll me a mum in nine months"

Carrie watched Danny is disgust. How can he eat that crap? It’s disgusting! "I know that Danny, I did study biology"

"Funny" Danny said with his mouth full.

Carrie took a bit out of her ham and banana sandwich and grinned showing blobs of the soft fruit between her teeth. This is the first time Carrie has eaten this sandwich and he had to admit to herself that it not be the last.

Danny stood "I reckon you’ll have a boy," he said before stuffing the remains of his sandwich into his mouth

Swallowing hard Carrie frowned "Why do you say that? You can’t see my baby"

Danny shrugged and headed for the kitchen "I just do, I have a hunch that’s all babe" pulling the dishwasher door towards him, Danny leaned forward and dropped the plate inside and closed it shut. The cutlery rattled as he did so.

Carrie put the plate down on the coffee table, she had finished her sandwich "Well thank you doctor Danny for your analysis but keep it"

Danny got the feeling that Carrie did not appreciate his theory. I think I’d better shut up. Entering the living room he retrieve his jacket.

Carrie watched Danny "Where are you going?" she asked quickly

Danny felt surprised by her concern. Hey, she’s asking. When they wanna know where, they care. "Nowhere, well not until tonight"

Carrie sat back before placing her finger in her mouth to remove some food stuck on her back teeth. "I see, out raving are we?" she asked trying not to sound nosy.

Danny walked to the coat rack and hung up his jacket. The coat rack was given to him from his grandfather as an 18^th birthday present. It is made from oak wood and resembles those seen in classic movies, such as Casablanca. At the time Danny did not appreciate it and would have rather had money but now, he loves it. "Yeah. Only to Doolalies with a few mates from work"

"What, the new one that’s just opened up opposite the Mercedes showroom in Chapham road?"

"Yeah, that’s the one. I wanna try it out, see what’s it like" Danny replied as he picked up his house keys

Carrie nodded "I’ve heard good things about that place"

"Have you?"

Carrie sat up a little and crossed her legs "Yeah, the opening week they had guest DJ’s Tracey-Jayne; D.O.T, E1 and Cook" she said swinging them back and forth with out realising

Danny blinked hard twice to stop himself from staring "Cool. I should have a good night then"

"Yeah" I wish I were going out I haven’t been out with Leanne and Lucy in ages, but it’s too late now.

"Any phone calls?"

Carrie leaned forward to pick up her plate "Yeah" she balancing it on her lap she frowned to remember the caller’s name "Emma-Louise? But she didn’t leave a message"

Danny exhaled "Good, that means I don’t have to ring her back."

Carrie looked surprised "Why? Don’t you like her or something?"

"Hmm. She’s okay" Danny sat on the arm of the sofa "But she just ain’t my type"

Carrie didn’t like what he said "Why? Don’t you like blondes?"

"Yeah, but I prefer brunettes" Danny said slowly "And she’s a red head"

Typical bloke, no tact "So, why has she got your number and why haven’t you told her?"

"I have told her believe me and my soon to me ex mate gave her my number for a joke" Danny protested

Carrie stared at Danny "And have you told her any of this?"

"Yeah, like I sai-"

"I don’t think you have Danny" Carrie interjected

Danny thought for a second, he had to admit all he had done was avoid the poor girl "Okay, I haven’t"

Carrie was not impressed "Yeah, well you’d better tell her before it gets out of hand Danny"

Danny sighed "Yeah, I know"

Standing up Carrie took her plate and headed for the kitchen "Well do it then, it isn’t nice you making her think you like her when you don’t" Carrie’s mind turned to Andrew. "No one likes to be made a fool of"

Danny closed his eyes, me and my big mouth, how could I be so insensitive? "I know. I’ll tell her. I promise"

Carrie turned to look at Danny, she said nothing. Instead she went to her room.

Carrie tipped her head back slightly as she looked in the mirror, turning her head to the side her examined the length of her hair. Oh no! She whispered to herself, it’s growing out of shape. It need cutting, I don’t want it getting any longer. Brushing her hair Carrie sighed as she remembered that her mother would always offer to cut her hair, Carrie still could not believe how much her mother had let her down. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, tears sprang to her eyes as she almost saw her mother looking back at her.

Carrie sniffed back her tears and shoved her hair behind her ears "Come in pest" Carrie was desperate for Danny not to see her in such an emotional mess.

Danny opened the door and stepped in "Next time, I’ll just barge in"

Carrie laughed a little "Yeah, you can try"

Holding out both arms, Danny showed Carrie his cuffs that were loose "Button these up for me please"

Carrie turned and stood up before Danny "okay. I like to help the needy" she said taking the left cuff

Danny loved her smile "Thank you. I’m glad that us less fortunate can be of service to you"

"No worries babe"

Carrie looked up at Danny and smiled. I must admit he looks good. Danny could smell the scent of roses on Carrie mixed together with Oil of Olay face cream. She smells so good; I can feel myself giving way here. Suddenly Danny leaned forward, both their lips touching and him wrapping his arms around Carrie’s waist and pulling her closer. Then pushing Carrie slightly, she falls on the bed with Danny falling on top of her, kissing, caressing, touching and hearing Carrie’s soft moans. Danny blinked away his fantasy, get a hold of yourself Danny! Sorry, but I can’t help it. I’m crazy about her, crazy.

"There. Done" Carrie announced, stepping back slightly

Phew thank god. I didn’t know how much I could take. "Cheers" he stepped back "Look alright?"

Carrie nodded "Cute"

Danny’s face fell "What is it with you girls and this cute business? It’s really pisses us blokes off you know"

Carrie shrugged "Well I’m not going to say that you’re drop dead gorgeous"

I wish you did babe. My god I wish you did "Why not?"

Carrie looked Danny in the eye and put both hands on her hip "Danny" she said "You’re many things, but gorgeous isn’t one of them"

Danny pretended to look hurt, even though he was "Fine, I’ll just go out tonight and find someone who wants me for my looks and charm"

Carrie gave him a look "I think the old people’s home closes at half six"

"Ha! You’re hilarious," Danny said sarcastically

"I’m glad" Carrie said as she walked over to her wardrobe, she opened it. Looking inside she realised how little clothes she had with her. It’s like an empty warehouse in here. Carrie had barely enough clothes to see her through the next week, she had been intending to go back and collect her clothes, but she felt unsure whether she’d be able to get pass the front gate. There’s no chance of me getting them back now; mum and dad don’t even know where I am. Shutting them suddenly she turned and faced Danny. "Well enjoy your self tonight " she smiled thinly as she pulled on her cardigan over her shoulder.

Danny’s heart sank. Seeing Carrie such an emotional wreck made him want to break down and cry. He did not want to leave her alone tonight. I can’t leave her like this; she’s likely to do anything to herself. Invite her out then. What? With them lot, they’ll be really impressed. The whole idea of tonight was you find skirt to bring it with you. Do you want her to be alone? No! . Well Danny boy, you know what to do then don’t you.

"Why don’t you come too?"

Carrie’s eyes widened in slight horror "What?"

"You heard me," Danny said, "You’ve got ten minutes to get ready" he was already getting used to the idea

"Danny don’t be silly, I’m under age. I’m 16 remember?"

Danny admitted he had overlooked her age, but he wasn’t giving up "So. Make yourself look older. I’m sure you’ve done it before"

Carrie done it before, but that was to see a 15 film. There is a difference when going into an over 18’s club. "I can’t Danny" Carrie protested "I have nothing to wear"

"Rubbish" Danny headed for the door "You’ve got ten minutes until the cab gets here, move yourself" he told her before leaving the room.

Straight away Carrie opened her wardrobe and rummaged through, despite only having two dresses, a skirt and two tops she was determined to find something "clubby" to wear. Carrie pulled out a short black dress made from lace with long sleeves (how did I manage to grab that?) and a pair of low heeled shoes, looking at the shoes they needed a polish but Carrie was not bothered. I’ll be in the dark for god sake! They will have to do. Pulling off her cardigan Carrie looked at the dress. What if Danny doesn’t like it? I don’t want him thinking I’m a tart. Tough girl, as you’d better make the most of that dress as in a few months time it won’t fit you.

Carrie just managed to get ready in time, without wearing any make up and spraying herself all over with impulse and perfume (she was sure none of it actually went on her clothes) she was ready. Looking in the mirror, Carrie stared at her reflection for a second. I’d better get in. Carrie knew she looked simple, but she didn’t care. I’ve got one life; I might as well use it. Just as she picked up her cardigan and folded it, she heard

"Come on, cab’s here"

"Coming" she said before rushing out, just before she left Carrie caught her reflection in the mirror. For the first time in ages she liked what she saw.

Danny pulled on his jacket as Carrie came out of her room. Losing his concentration Danny caught his ring on the inside of his sleeve. "You look great," he said trying not to look at the dress. IT’S LACE! See through. Oh god, I can’t take this. Danny get a hold of you, I’m trying but she looks so good. Look at those-Danny!

Carrie smiled "cheers Danny, I wasn’t sure what you’d make of the dress"

The car horn beeped

I’d love to tell you babe; I’d marry you in that dress. Danny managed to free himself from the sleeve "it’s nice babe, very nice"

Carrie walked forward "Thank you"

Danny smiled "No worries babe"

The car horn beeped again

"Come on, let’s get going" and they left

Doolalies was huge; to Carrie it was enormous. Andrew never took her to any clubs as he much happier going to the local pub. Carrie had no objections, but she would have appreciated a change of scenery.

"See easy as pie" Danny said

"Yeah okay, you were right. So I got in," Carrie said with a touch of relief

"All we have to do now is look for them lot," Danny said.

"Do you know where they’re gonna be?"

"No, but if I find the bar. I’ll find them" Danny replied. Taking Carrie by the hand, he suddenly felt butterflies in his stomach. This feels good; her hands are so warm. As he lead her through the dance floor, Danny felt Carrie’s slender fingers in his palm and he did not want to let them go.

Carrie could hardly believe the size of the dance floor and the amount of people who were there. This place is massive; I’ve never seen so many people in one place. The red, green, orange and blue strobe lights danced around the ceiling and floor, the music was so loud you could feel it and just by looking at everyone you could see everyone was enjoying themselves. Carrie looked around and sat people dancing, standing at the edge of the dance-floor under the fans and the bar. All of which bopped their heads to the music. Carrie could just make out where the bar staff were and that there were six bottle of spirit hanging above their heads.

The music was a mixture of modern day house n’ garage and dance with heavy R&B and hip-pop as already the DJ had mixed in DJ Fatboy Slims Rocafella Scank with Kristine Blonde’s Love Shy. Bopping her head slightly Carrie smiled to herself, I’m really gonna enjoy myself tonight.

Danny led Carrie top a group of men who she guessed were his friends. Well this is it she thought to herself. Pulling away from Danny quickly, she didn’t notice slight hurt look on his face. Carrie smiled briefly as the approached them. One of them who had a bunch of keys in his hand pointed out at Danny.

"You’re late, mate"

Danny showed him vee sign "So what? Kill me"

"We will, later"

Another leaned back and looked at Carrie’s legs. Damn, she’s fit! "Who’s the skirt?" where did he find her?

Carrie took offence. Excuse me? Danny could see Carrie was not amused and guided in front of him "This is Carrie"

Muffled greetings arouse from Danny’s friends who were clearly not interested in her name. God she’s fit. I wouldn’t mind a bit of her, y’know them ones.

"Carrie, these people are my mates" pointing to each one Danny introduced them by name "Paul, Steve, Dave""

"Hi" Carrie said, despite hating being the centre of unwanted attention.

"So" Dave began "How did you come to know such a gentle man as Danny?"

Carrie wondered if he was taking the mick with his choice of words. She stared at Dave for a second. Dave is two inches taller Danny. He has broad shoulders, well-structured face; he reminded Carrie of a model from the magazine My Guy. She put it down to his nose and thin lips. With his staring blue eyes (which were slightly red at the moment), dark brown hair cut into a French crop and dressed in a blue shirt, trousers and shoes Carrie thought he looked good but she felt there was something that he didn’t like about him. Looking down at his hands she noticed he was holding a cigarette in hand and a glass of scotch in the other, but that was not it. Glancing back up at Dave, she also didn’t like they way Dave looked at her.

"Coincidence" Carrie replied as she tapped her foot to the David Morales mix of Mariah Carey’s Honey.

Danny was impressed with Carrie’s reply for he was somewhat afraid she would say something that would have everyone asking questions all evening.

Dave nodded. "Okay" yeah my mum, more like a dark street somewhere. Taking a puff from his cigarette, he kept his eye on Carrie as he blew out the smoke.

Paul who seemed to Carrie to be more a gentleman cocked his head to the side. "So, you live around here then?"

Carrie looked at Paul "Yeah, with a friend"

Carrie watched for any expressions on Dave and Paul’s faces, but there were not any. Good, let’s hope that shut them up for the evening she thought.

Dave reached inside his shirt pocket and pulled out his wallet "Right" he said with the cigarette in his mouth "Fancy a drink Carrie?"

Carrie watched the cigarette bounce in Dave’s bottom lip and feared for it to drop. "Yeah, Malibu and coke please"

Paul gave Dave a look "And what about the rest of us?"

Dave looked at Paul as if he had spoken a foreign language "You’ve got money with you, spend it" and he disappeared into the crowds towards the bar

Danny shook his head in disgust "That bloke never changes, always has and will be a tight fisted bastard"

"You know it"

Carrie took another look around, she could get over the atmosphere in the club, and it was if everyone came here to get away from anything and everything that life threw at them. The chance of dancing all night, meeting people and drinking really thrived her.

Dave returned with Carrie’s drink, she took it "Thanks" she took a sip

Paul did not want to look at Dave "Don’t worry Danny, I won’t let you die of thirst"

"Cheers mate, the usual"

"No worries" and Paul disappeared towards the bar

"Nice?" Dave asked

"Yeah" Carrie nodded

Yes, this is my favourite tune. I’ve got the urge to dance and I have to dance. Carrie handed Danny her glass "Hold this please" and grabbed Dave's arm "Come on, let’s dance" at that moment she did not see the look of jealousy on Danny’s face. All she wanted to do was dance. "I love this tune" Carrie said

Although Dave was taken by surprise, he did not object at all. Yes!

Carrie spun around like a spinning top while Dave danced closely in front of her. "God, I love this tune" she shouted before turning to face him.

"Really" Dave shouted back

"Yeah. When it first came out I used to play it every day"

Dave nodded "The tune all right" he was lying through his teeth for he thought the song was complete rubbish.

Dave watched Carrie. He never realised Carrie could let herself go so much, as she closed her eyes to the music Dave shook his head. She is well into it. The sound of the thunder and lightning made Carrie feel as if she was actually on a moor in the middle of the night, just as they girl was in the actual video to the song. Carrie could feel the music, vibe and electricity that brightened her insides like the Blackpool lights. Carrie sighed, in her mind she was in heaven and dancing was the only way she could live. Throwing her arms up in the air she sang along

"Only you can set me free"

Dave smiled to himself; this girl needs loosen up just a little more.

Paul pointed to both Carrie and Dave with his forefinger "Looks like Dave and Carrie are having fun"

Danny watched them carefully. I can’t believe she is dancing with him, why didn’t she ask me "Yeah, lots of fun" taking a sip of his drink. I don’t believe this, I bet she’ll fall for him. Like they all do.

"She’s raver," Steve said

Danny nodded "Yeah"

Both Steve and Paul were baffled with the identity of Carrie; they wanted to know who she was and what was actually going on.

"So Dan’, where did you meet her then?" Paul asked

Danny sighed. I knew it would come to this, I might as well just tell them. He turned to them "Okay, this is to go no further" he warned looking at them

Paul shrugged "Okay"

Damn this must be good. "I met her a couple of weeks ago in a café"

"Yeah" Paul said expecting Danny to say something much more exciting

"And she was in a lot of trouble and I had to help her"

"What kind of trouble?" Steve asked

"Her dad threw her out and her boyfriend dumped her because" Danny looked to Carrie and Dave they had finished and were coming towards them

Paul frowned "Because what?"

"Woo! I need a drink," Carrie said aloud as she fanned herself with her hand. Carrie could feel the sweat running down her temples and her heart thumping against her chest. Despite her physical condition, she had never felt so good.

Danny shook his head "I’ll tell you later"

"I’m not surprised Carrie, you danced for the entire song" Dave said, he too was covered in sweat but was not out of breath.

"Someone looked as if they were enjoying themselves," Steve said

Carrie smiled "Yeah. I was, that’s my top tune" still fanning herself "Besides someone’s gotta dance when none of you lot can"

Steve and Paul pretended to act shocked "You are so rude, you never told us she was that as well Danny"

Danny shrugged, pretending not to care he sipped his Becks lager "I’ve got a bad memory" I can’t believe I’m jealous, she’s only dancing with Dave. It’s not as though she asked him our or anything. Yeah, but Danny. What if she does?

Carrie ignored Danny’s comment for she was having too much of a good time. This was the first chance she had to forget all her problems and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. Sitting on the stool between Paul and Steve she looked at them both "Now. Which one of you lot is gonna by me a drink?" she asked crossing her legs

Danny watched intensively

Paul was about to volunteer when Dave interjected "Go on then, you twisted my arm Caz"

Caz? Danny looked at Dave. What kind of name is that for her? Caz.

"Cheers Dave, I’ll just have an orange juice this time"

Dave suddenly remembered Carrie’s Malibu and coke, looking over to the bar it was still there. "Yeah" Dave said making his way over to the glass. He touched the glass and it was still cold. Hmm, great. Just right. Looking over at the rest, he saw that they were chatting amongst themselves. Reaching inside his pocket her pulled out a tiny plastic bag with a white tablet inside it. Pulling it open, he emptied it into the drink. Now, let’s see what Carrie can really do with this zapper inside her. Smiling to himself he watched the tablet instantly dissolving. Just a little harmless fun Dave, that’s all it is. Just to make sure he shook the drink a little and shoved the remaining evidence in his pocket. Returning he handed Carrie the drink

"Here Caz, you forgot this"

"Oh yeah. Cheers Dave" she said before gulping the entire drink in one go.

Dave watched carefully. Only a matter of minutes now.

"That’s better" Carrie said handing Danny the glass, despite Danny feeling a little rejected he took the glass.

"So Carrie do you rave often then?" Paul asked

Carrie shook her head "Nope, I never have enough money to go the places I wanna go"

"So how come you’re such a good dancer then?" Dave asked

Carrie smiled at the compliment, maybe I was wrong about Dave after all. I mean he’s bought me all my drinks and danced with me. I half expected Danny to do all that. "I studied dance for 4 years at Arts school"

"Really?" Dave asked looking impressed. She must have a fit body.

Danny also shared the surprise "You never told me you studied dance"

Carrie looked Danny and shrugged "You never asked"

At that moment Danny felt an inch small. Well that has just put me in my place, just goes to show how much I actually know about her. Paul, Steve and Dave could also see how Danny felt. Poor bloke, living with his bird and he knows fuck all about. Never mind Dan.

Carrie bopped her head to the music as she watched everyone on the dance floor. There more that danced the hotter the club got, Carrie could feel the vibe with the music and was ready to dance again. Standing up Carrie suddenly needed to the toilet. "Back a sec’" she said heading of left towards the red flashing lights saying Women’s Toilets.

Dave followed her with his eyes and smiled slightly. Oh yeah, she’s going. Carrie’s about to go on the biggest ride of her life.

When Carrie came out of the cubicle, her heart began to flutter, to stop herself from falling she grabbed hold of one of the sinks and looked into the mirror. Oh god. What’s the matter with me all of a sudden? Carrie felt as if all her blood was pumping quickly around her veins, so quickly that she began to feel faint. Tightening her grip on the sink Carrie took a deep breath, but it seemed as if she losing all her strength. What is going on? I feel as if I’m going in my own world, it’s as if what’s going on around me doesn’t involve me. I feel as if I’m the only one here and everyone else has just disappeared, like images. Am I going crazy? What’s happening to me? I can’t focus- this is scaring me. I wish Andrew was here, or Danny. Although this was giving her a boast, she still could not think straight. Carrie straightened herself up a little more and took another deep breath. Instantly she felt better, she did not know why but she did. That’s better. Carrie made her way out of the toilets, as she came towards Paul, Danny, Steve and Dave, Danny felt there was something was wrong. She looks different.

"Carrie, you okay?" he asked reaching her hand,

Pulling away slowly, Carrie could only nod as she began to feel worse.

Dave watched Carrie. Hey. Hey, miracle pill is doin’ the dill.

Danny did not believe her. It could be her pregnancy, that dancing must have taken it all out of her. "Here, sit down babe" he said helping Carrie onto the stool. Carrie gave no resistance. She began to feel odd as if she had lost control of her mind. Crazy? She knows but she could not shake the feeling.

Paul looked at Carrie then at Danny. What’s with the girl? A minute a go she was dancing and know she can’t even stand up. Danny glanced at Paul, he could see that Paul shared his concerns for Carrie.

I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. I really don’t. All I know it EVERYONE is watching me. Carrie covered her face with both hands.

"Carrie are you okay?" Danny asked touching her arm

Carrie nodded. She was sure that everyone was watching her. I can feel their eyes, hear their voices and see their expressions on their faces. ‘Look at her’ they’re saying ‘Isn’t she strange. I get she isn’t even human’. God, why don’t they just leave me alone? I haven’t done anything. Go away! I’m gonna scream if they don’t leave me alone! Carrie took her hands away from her face. If I wanna get rid if these people, I’m gonna have to dance and that way they’ll leave me alone. Once I relax then they’ll go away. She stood up

"I’m gonna dance" see; now I feel better.

"Go there Caz" Dave called out

Danny glared at Dave "What’s the matter with you? Can’t you see she ain’t fit to dance?"

Dave shrugged "Well she doesn’t seem to think so"

Paul watched Carrie dance "Danny’s right Dave, she ain’t fit to do anything"

Danny’s heart tighten, his eyes fixed on Carrie as if she was bomb ready to explode. Oh shit. Please not this record. It’s gonna kill her! He watched Carrie as she began to move slowly to the beginning of the song "You’re right she isn’t" he said quietly

"Why do I think Carrie’s sudden change in something really bad?" Steve whispered to Paul

Paul kept his eye on Danny, hoping that he would not hear what he was about to reply "Because I’m afraid you’re right"

This is going to be fun Dave thought

I’m goin’ sendin’ to outer space, to find another race. I’m goin sendin’ to outer space to find another race. The song sped up. I take your brain to another dimension. I take your brain to another dimension, pay close attention.

Carrie spun around and around with her arms stretched out like an aeroplane. She felt as if she was flying high, high in the sky. I’m having such a wicked time; I can’t believe how good I feel. I could do this forever until the die I die. I’m so happy. It’s unbelievable. Carrie had never felt so much energy in her life; she began to dance faster and faster. Surprised by the speed she was dancing in, she still wanted to dance faster. Carrie felt as if she was on a mission, a mission impossible.

The song sped up, beats racing and the rhythm doubling in pace. The lyrics sped up, sounding as if recorded on dub. Everything within the song reminded Carrie of speed and how fast she wanted dance.

Danny and his friends were stunned, not to mention a few others who stopped to watch her in amazement. Danny sucked in his breath with fear, what is going in Carrie? What’s got into you? Are you on something?

"Woo" Carrie said aloud "Love life"

Everything was spinning and spinning for Carrie. Faster and faster she spun, she could hear the music buzzing in her ears and see the lights flashing before her. Outer Space came to and end then No Good/start the dance began.

This tune, even faster.

Woo! This is wonderland. I’m buzzing; I’m buzzing so much I could just-

Carrie opened her eyes and stopped. She then began to sway from side to side. Danny looked at Steve. Shit, she’s out if it. Big time! Dave’ s eyes widened in horror. Maybe what I did wasn’t such a good idea, I mean she’s no supposed to react to it so badly. Carrie continued to sway.

"I think we’d better help her. Now" Paul said backing away to put his drink aside

"He’s right Danny, something is not right" Steve agreed

Danny watched Carrie; stunned he just stared at her. What’s happening? Well don’t juts stand there Dan, go get the girl.

Steve could not believe that Danny was just standing there "We’ve gotta do something now Dan, before she gets anymore out of hand"

Dave started to back away. I gotta get out of here. I should have never given it to her, this isn’t meant to happen. God, I’m an idiot. Dave looked around nervously; I gotta get out of here before any of them lot sees me. I ain't getting’ in trouble. It’s not even my fault anymore, how was I supposed to know her body would react like that! I just wanted to her to have fun that’s all. Dave slowly backed away and ran to the toilets, he felt sure no one saw him escape.

Danny saw something that moved at the corner of his eye, it was Dave. Suddenly it clicked. Dave! Bastard!

"Stay here you lot, just make her sit down and I’ll be back in a second," Danny said

"What? You can’t just chip" Steve cried

Danny looked at Steve in the eye "I ain't chipping, there’s just something I gotta do first" and he disappeared into the crowd to follow Dave.

"Fine" Steve muttered. "Come on Paul, we’ve gotta get Carrie"

If Carrie were to stand in a witness box in an English court of law and try and give an account of what she did that evening, it would be a waste of time. Carrie was delirious. I am swaying. I am swaying, across the sky. I am swaying, everywhere. Bowing her head Carrie began to shiver. I’m cold; I’m so cold. Carrie then felt uncontrollably tingly and felt her nerve endings twitch. Carrie hugged herself. What’s going? Where am I? Regaining her balance slightly Carrie looked around of Danny, but could not see him. Where is he? Why isn’t he here? Carrie could feel herself getting colder and colder. It was as if her body temperature had dropped to 20o/c. maybe if I dance I can get warm again. Carrie began to dance, despite not knowing what tune she was dancing to and feeling the worst she has ever felt in her life. As her body began to move, she closed her eyes again and turned slightly. Steve and Paul watched in horror as her eyes opened and rolled up wards.

"Shit! Let’s go!" Steve said

Paul and Steve made their way to the dance floor; each took Carrie by the arm and led her back to the row of chairs where they had been standing. I can’t believe this is happening. How can she let herself get in such a state? Paul thought as they reached the chairs. By this time Carrie was delirious.

"Okay Carrie, you sit down," Steve said lifting her on the chair. Carrie slid off and stood instead, leaning back on the chair for support.

Paul sighed and looked at Steve "She is mashed"

Steve who still had hold of her arm nodded "You know it"

"I better go tell Danny what’s going on" Paul said, "Where did he say he was going?"

"Ain't got a clue, but try the bog" Steve replied

Sure enough Paul found Dave and Danny by the sinks.

"Dan’. You have to come and sort Carrie out, she’s out of her head" Paul shook his head

"What?" Danny cried before turning to look at Dave.

Oh fuck. The game is up now, I’m busted.

"You’ve done it again, ain't you?"

Dave tried to look totally oblivious "I don’t know what you’re goin’ on about"

Danny pushed Dave into the cubicles; Dave lost his balance and went crashing into the toilet itself. "You know exactly what I’m chattin’ about Dave" Danny hissed

Paul frowned "What’s going on?"

Danny ignored him; he kept his eyes on Dave. Anger burning inside him like indigestion. "You fucking spiked her drink!" he spat

Dave regained his balance and tried to keep his act up.

Paul closed his eyes. You idiot. Doesn’t he ever learn? Didn’t what happened last time teach him a lesson?

"No I never"

Danny pushed Dave again and then walking inside the cubicle, he grabbed Dave by his shirt collar "Don’t fucking like to me! You gave Carrie something, I know you did!"

Paul thought of stepping in, but he knew it was about time Dave paid the price for all his wrongdoing.

Dave's face went red; he reached out to Danny in his won defence but could not, so he nodded instead.

"What the fuck’s matter with you? Don’t you know that could kill her?" Danny shouted

Dave shook his head and managed to speak "Danny, no body dies," he said in a breath "It’s only the unlucky ones who die"

Danny blinked and looked at Dave, he felt like spitting in his face. Tightening his grip on Dave's collar "You’re a fucking idiot Dave. This is different, Carrie’s pregnant"

Dave could not breathe "What?"

Danny let go of Dave's collar, much to his relief "You heard me" Danny walked out the cubicle. I can’t believe him, how can he do this? After all that’s happened in the past with his dealings, he goes back to his old nasty ways. Looking at Dave, Danny could feel him losing his temper again. I should just bang him up right now. No Dan, it ain't worth it. Danny stepped closer to Dave. Both eyes met. His of anger Dave's of fear. Dave tried to look away, but could not. He’s gonna hit me, I know it Dave thought. "I swear, if Carrie dies. I’ll kill you myself"

Dave said nothing for her knew Danny meant every word.

"I need to go to the loo," Carrie said

Steve took Carrie by the arm and led her "Okay, let’s go" please god, don’t anything happen to her.

Carrie held Steve’s arm tightly, when she reached the doorway she stopped.

"I’ll be okay now"

Steve did not want to leave her but he was not going into toilets with her. "Okay, I’ll be right here" and the door closed in his face.

Carrie stumbled into the toilets, she felt surprised that she did not slip over. Steve stood in the doorway watching her; a second later Paul joined him

"Where have you been?"

"Toilets with Danny and Dave"

Two young women who passed both Danny and Steve gave them filthy looks before muttering "Benders" under their breath

Paul overheard but could not be bothered to explain himself "Great"

"Well?"

"David Star strikes again"

Steve’s eyes widened "You’re fucking joking"

"Nope, he spiked her drink with what looks like an E" Paul sighed

"I don’t believe this, she could die" Steve said keeping his voice down to a whisper

"Yeah, I know. Plus she pregnant"

"You what?"

Carrie was freezing. Now her body temperature had dropped further, she could feel it. Hugging her self tightly she shook her head. What’s going on? I’m freezing. Carrie then felt dizzy, she could not see any of the sinks in front of her, and she tried to focus but could not. Everything was a blur to Carrie, visually and mentally. Nothing seemed to be real, she felt as if she in a fantasy world, only this world was not all fun and games.

"Where am I?" she whispered to herself.

Now feeling disorientated, she tried to reach out for the nearest sink but they looked as if they were moving from side to side. Why is everything moving? Keep still! I can’t so this, the keep moving! Carrie attempted to reach for the sink again, this time she managed to grab hold of one. Lifting her head Carrie looked in the reflection in the mirror, she did not like was she saw. I feel sick. I feel really sick. My head is spinning like a wheel, I feel dizzy and I can’t seem to get a grip on myself. Where’s Andrew? Where’s Danny? Why has everyone just left me? I hate feeling like this! I feel so out if it! I just want to get back to normal. I want to feel like me again!

Carrie took a deep breath, but did not feel any better. Suddenly she could not see her reflection in the mirror; she attempted to focus but could not. Oh god help me! Carrie cried out for help. Steve and Paul burst into the toilets

"Carrie"

Carrie turned to both Paul and Steve. Her eyes were rolling slightly, she looked paler than ever and she was struggling to keep her balance.

"Grab her Paul"

Paul took Carrie by the waist, while Steve cupped her face in his hands. "Carrie look at me. We’re gonna get help, you’re gonna be alright"

Carrie began to sway. Paul tightened "Steve we’ve gotta get help"

"Don’t you think I know that? Where the hell is Danny?" Steve demanded he was finding keeping Carrie’s face straight increasingly difficult due to her sweat.

"Help me" she begged breathless "I don’t know what’s happening to me" I’m floating, Carrie swayed back. I’m falling, I’m-

Carrie’s vision got blurred. "I can’t see properly" She began to sweat even more. Forehead and temples drenched making her hair stick to her face. "I feel" Carrie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head before she collapsed on the floor.

At that moment Danny burst into the toilets "SHIT!"

"Paul GET AN AMBULANCE NOW!" Steve shouted.