Playing her

Wicked Games

Carly POV

Flashback

I never thought The sound off shattered glass could be so loud and scary, someone intentionally tried to
Hurt neymar and I tonight I looked up to see the whole living room ruined the couches and bullet holes and the windows where broken glass all around us I looked at neymar who was saying my name but i couldn't hear him everything was slow motion, is blair alive ? Why did we get a text on her phone ! Nothing makes sense

"Are you hurt do you need to go to the hospital ?!" Neymar asked panicked

"just had a bit of a...shock. That's all. I'll be fine in a minute." I wouldn't be fine in a minute, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. His hand came up and hovered uncertainly near my head before he hesitantly patted me on the back. I worked to regulate my breathing and get it under control so that I could take another look at the damage

"Who would do this" neymar said walking towards the window

"Get back are you insane ? The freak could be out their" i shouted

"The whole town here'd I'm pretty sure his long gone"

"How do you know it's a guy?"

"Because I thought I saw him"

"I'm calling the cops"

"Yeh that's a good idea"

"Well what else am I supposed to do?!" I said annoyed

"Oh and don't forget to tell them my dead girlfriend is haunting us too" he said Sarcastically

I glared at him it was too soon to be making jokes

"I'm sorry" neymar said "I just can't be around you right now"

"Neymar this isn't funny someone knows about us, and that we lied"

"It's your boyfriend xander" he shouted "he saw us kiss"

"He would never hurt me" I said "someone else must off found out, what about the hospital ? Was their anyone in the room with you besides blair"

"Nobody else"

I glanced around the room and saw a brick on the floor

"Why throw a brick if they already shot their way in" neymar asked

"I don't know" I said picking it up it had a polaroid picture stuck on it "what the hell?"

Neymar snatched it from my hand, he ran upstairs and I followed him

"Neymar what the hell is this?"

He burst threw blairs door, her room was perfect just like blair he stood next to her counter where her books where and a big letter B for blair

"Just like the photo" i gasped

"Theirs something wrong with this look at the date" neymar said

"That was today" I said softly

"That's Blairs hand though, this doesn't add up" I said again

"I have to go" he said

"Where ?" I asked

"Training" he spoke again "football"

"Really football at a time like this ?"

"My whole life was ripped threw me last night when I lost blair I need to play football do you understand me? I don't need you fucking bitchy judgmental comments" he snapped walking away