She looks so scared and small. Eddie wants to usher her into his van and take her as far away from Hawkins as he can. He and Jeff had worked out that the Atlantic was a thirty hour drive one day when they'd been bored in study hall. They could drive until the road ran out and then figure out what to do. But he also knows how that would go over. Even if he's never touched Carrie, everyone would assume that he was trying to get into her pants. She's not eighteen yet, so it's not like they wouldn't be able to drag her back, either.

"All you have to do is tell the truth," he says, regarding her with sad, brown eyes. "I'd say that I'd do all the talking, but people assume I'm full of shit, so I think it's better if you do it yourself." He sighs, rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb. "But I'll be right there beside you the whole time, okay?"

They need to talk to someone who isn't going to immediately assume the worst. Someone who actually gives a shit about the kids in town who have to deal with abusive parents. He's seen the way the guidance counselor talks to kids, he thinks she'd believe her. Or maybe they could go next door to the middle school and talk to Mr. Clark. He was one of the only teachers who hadn't seemed to hate Eddie the moment he'd stepped into his class. Either way, the cops were going to get called in at one point or another. They could go directly there, but the thought of Carrie sitting in an interrogation room sets him on edge.

"Is there anyone you want to tell?"