CH 29: What Do You Say?

I don't own the song or the lyrics.

Brock's POV:

"CARRIE!" Oh God. She was on the floor with a spilled bottle of Advil next to her. I quickly called up Reba.

"Reba, come down to the Condo right now," I ordered.

"Why," she asked.

"Carrie's here passed out with a spilled bottle of Advil," I cried.

"Oh, dear Lord," Reba said, "I'm on my way." I looked at Carrie. There was a mote right beside her.

I can't take it anymore. My life means nothing. It was nothing but a game. A game that was cheated and lied to. There were no rules. Nobody made up the rules. My life was to be perfect. It wasn't. I didn't care about it. All I wanted was the perfect life. I depended on all the wrong people. People that deserve to die. I consider myself as one of those people. I deserve to die.

Carolina Nell Hart Johnson Garner

Reba's POV:

Oh, I hope Carrie survives. It was never like her to do this. I started thinking of my one favorite song. This was one to describe my life a little bit.

Stuck at a red light outside and adult bookstore. His son said, "Daddy, what are all the X's for?" As the light turned green he changed the subject fast. He started talkin' 'bout football as they drove right past.

That sounded like a Brock and Jake moment. Or a Brock and Henry moment.

What do you say in a moment like this. When you can't find the words to tell it like it is. Just bite your tongue and let your heart lead the way. Let's get out of here. What do you say?

I'm at the hospital, just praying that Carrie's gonna be okay. I'm so scared. I see Brock there with Lori Ann, Greg, Reba Ann, Lori Nell, Avery, Rae Ana, Cameron, Derecho, Henry, and Ilyena. Cheyenne is coming with Van and Elizabeth.

"Kyra, Ilya, Hallie, and Victoire are coming with Jake and McKenzie," Brock tells me, "They should be here any moment." I look to Lori Ann. She's sobbing. Carrie was the daughter she never had.

"Why would Carolina do this," Lori Ann asked between sobs, "It's not like her to do this at all."

Seventeen years old she was out with her friends. They started drinkin' at some party 'til she was three sheets to the wind. Her momma always told her she could call no matter what. She was cryin' on the front steps when her mom showed up.

I can't fight back the tears. I let them out. Everyone rushes in to hug me. Kyra, her kids, Jake and McKenzie came rushing in to hug me. My baby girl was slipping away. She's too young to go. Too young.

What do you say in a moment like this. When you can't find the words to tell it like it is. Just bite your tongue and let your heart lead the way. Let's get out of here. What do you say?

What do I say in a moment like this? I can't find the words to tell it like it is. I've let my heart lead the way. My youngest daughter is slipping away. Is she dead or alive? Which one? Someone tell me now!

Sometimes you've got to listen to the silence. And give yourself a little time to think.

Carrie, please don't die. Please. You're my last born daughter, and by far my favorite. You're just like me in every way. I love you Carrie.

Her every breath is weaker than the last. And lately when she sleeps she talks about the past. Her husband knows she's tired of holdin' on. She looks at him and says I want to go home.

Avery told me many times that she wants to go home with my Momma and Daddy, with Ilyena, Landon, and Elizabeth. I don't blame her. I don't want her to die. Not now. Not while I'm still on this earth. She will not die.

What do you say in a moment like this.

When you can't find the words to tell it like it is.

Just close your eyes and let your heart lead the way. What do you say? Just close your eyes and let your heart lead the way. What do you say? What do you say?

"Are you the family of Carolina Hart?"

"Yes, we are," I say.