By the time their day ended, Cara was exhausted. Her time at her home felt like it had been weeks, maybe even months away, rather than just twelve hours before, and yet in another way, it was still fresh. She still didn't completely comprehend that she was here again, and that by her own wishes, her queen sized bed with white linen cleaned regularly was going to sit vacantly tonight. Her pantry that was constantly stocked with hundreds of dollars worth of healthy, organic food would be full and waiting, but she'd still be here, sitting in this basement with a stomach that would now just be filled with restaurant or fast food. Compared to the others, she couldn't complain. While Panera Bread was fast food to her, it was a luxury to some of the others and definitely beat McDonald's. Still, she didn't need to be here, and as she sat on the hard floor of the basement, she was faced with that more clearly now than she had been all day. The reality was setting in and knowing that she couldn't handle this life again made her want to cry but she didn't even have a bed to fall back on, though. She had ordered a mattress from the store that day, and surprisingly, it came with free delivery, but they wouldn't be able to deliver it until Monday. She agreed, because she didn't think she had any other option, but what was she supposed to do without a bed for three nights? Brooklyn had said that Nick would likely give up his bed for her, and right now, Cara thought she would accept it because sleeping on the hard floor would not be an option, but it defeated being here. She had a bed at home, and she came here because she thought she would be able to be independent and prove a point to... herself. She guessed that all of this was to prove a point to herself, because while in her states of pettiness, she thought it was an act against her father, but thinking clearly, she knew that these choices only hurt her. While she was here, her father and stepmother were preparing to leave on a weekend getaway the next morning.
Too caught up in her own fit of self-pity, she barely processed a word that Holly said as she went on about the movie they saw, and she didn't object when the redhead got up to answer Brooklyn's call. Brooklyn had been tamer than Cara thought she would be today, so she didn't have it in her to chase after Holly right away to prevent any mayhem from going down. It took her a good three minutes before her conscience got the best of her and she pulled herself up and headed behind the wall that blocked Nick and Brooke off from the rest of them. Again, she was too distracted with herself, and tired, to notice the bottle of Zzzquil that lay next to Brooklyn. "Holl, why don't you try to lay down now? It's getting late and you want to be well rested for tomorrow." Holly going to bed would be relieving in many ways, but for one, Cara wanted to be able to talk to Brooklyn about her situation without Holly there. She didn't have the energy for the questions, and it just felt like a topic that Holly didn't need to be bothered with.