Authors Note: I love Clare and Eli. So cute! Please R&R
Chasing After You
Chapter One
"When was the last time you saw Miss. Edwards?"
Clare was missing.
"Yesterday," I replied wondering if Mr. Simpson could tell my voice was shaking, "in English."
"Did you have any contact with Miss. Edwards after school hours?" Adam Johnson was at least six feet tall and had the broadest shoulders I'd ever seen. He towered over me even when sitting.
"Eli," Mr. Simpson murmured "we need to know everything you know so we can find her."
"Why don't you tell me what you know?" I shot back.
"Excuse me?"
"Did Clare run away?" I said ignoring him.
"She was kidnapped, Eli."
I'd always hated Mondays. That's what I was thinking when I arrived at Degrassi that day, but there was something that always made my days better - Clare. She was walking towards the building when I drove in.
"Clare!" she turned around quickly looking around. When she saw me she smiled lightly and lifted her right hand in a gentle wave.
"Eli!" A rough hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.
"Fitz," I murmured.
"What the hell is your problem?" He shouted at me. I was completely dumbfounded as to why.
"What?"
But instead of answering my question he said "You'd better watch out, or you'll lose the one thing most important to you."
"Eli?"
"I haven't had any contact with her."
Mr. Johnson sighed loudly as if he was expecting more, "do you know anything?"
The lie came out easily: "No."
"Then you can go back to class," Mr. Simpson said as I stood up.
Degrassi was easy to escape. Skipping was no problem, you could walk right out the front door and never get noticed. I walked down the hall slowly trying to figure out what I should do. Go back to class and let the cops handle it? I knew more than they did. I could find Clare myself. I would find her myself.
I had to.
I ran out of the building and hopped in my car. Fitz was going to get it. He had taken the one thing most important to me and I was going to get him for it. If it was anyone else - anything else - it wouldn't have mattered, but this was Clare!
Part of me wanted to cry, it was terrifying thinking about what could've happened to Clare. What he could've done to her.
I skidded to a stop a block away from Fitz's house. I knew his parents were out of town because everyone was talking about a killer party he threw last night. Had Clare been there? Is that when she was kidnapped?
I ran around to the back of the house, peaking in the windows to check that no one was home. I could feel my anger pulsing through my veins.
"Clare!" I yelled even though I knew she couldn't hear me, then I punched in the basement window. "Clare!"
The basement was dark and wet. Everything around me was cement, there was no sign of life anywhere.
"Clare?" My voice echoed through the large empty room. And I felt my heart drop when I heard no answer. She wasn't there, I didn't know where she was.
And there was nothing I could do.
That's when I heard it. A small muffled groan coming from the other end of the basement. It was pitch black as I walked towards it.
"Hello? Clare?" I called. The groan was louder now, it sounded muffled as if they had duct tape over their mouth, or a hand.
"Oh, god! Clare!"