Hey everyone, so this story has been writing itself in my head for a few weeks so I decided to try and put it down on paper. As always, please read and review; tell me what you think. If you like it tell me, if you dislike it or want me, tell me. Your opinions fuel my writing.

So I'm going to attempt to write about a couple that I have never tried to conquer… Quil and Claire. In the story, Claire is about seventeen and has a boyfriend of her own. She is very close to Quil but she is confused. More and more recently she has seen him in a different light and she doesn't understand why.
Getting back to the stories' summary, Claire tries unsuccessfully to hide the fact that her boyfriend abused her for the first time. Who else is there to pick up the pieces but Quil? Will he heal her wounds or will he inflict pain on the one who hurt "his heart"?

Claire's POV

I was scrambling around in my room desperately trying to find or put together a cute outfit. My boyfriend Casey was taking me out on a date and I wanted to look the best that I could. We have been together for ten months and I feel very strongly for him. I just wish… my family wasn't so protective or overbearing. If it isn't my Aunt, it was the pack and if it wasn't the pack it was Quil. Of all those though, Quil was the least bearing. He was there to listen to me when Casey and I got into stupid arguments. He was there to listen when I wanted to tell someone the beautiful necklace that I got for my birthday two months ago. Now that I think of it… Quil was ALWAYS there.
I guess that is why he and I are so close. Everyone around me has this weird look in their eyes every time him and I hang out or when we are play fighting. I don't understand what their problem is but if it was that bad I trust that Quil would tell me. I was in my own little world when a knock on my door just about sent me over the bed.
"Yes?"
"Claire, may I come in?" it didn't take me long to figure out who that was. He opened the door before I answered, which was okay because for him the answer was always yes. He walked over and gave me a hug and then bewilderment took over as he looked at the mess in my normally immaculate room.
"What is going on?" his voice deep, yet rhythmic. I blushed a bit as I realized that a few of my bras were amongst the miscellaneous piles.
"Casey is taking me for a date- a walk around park… sounds a little cliché I know but-"
"And you don't know what to wear?"
"Was it that obvious?"
"Claire, your clothes are all over the place."
"I just want to look as pretty as I can for him." I put my gaze down, embarrassed. He took his hand gently and lifted my chin,
"You are so much more than 'pretty' Claire. You need to do nothing more than be yourself and I promise you if he see what I- if he sees what everyone else who loves you sees than he will know you to be the most amazing girl imaginable." He joined me on my bed, so I decided if he was going to make himself comfortable that it was the perfect time to ask him something that I have wondered about for a while.
"Quil, may I ask you something?" he looked startled for a moment.
"Claire you know that you can ask me anything, don't you?" I feel like I had insulted him so I moved quickly.
"You spend a lot of time with my family… with me. Why don't you have a girlfriend? Is there something you're not telling me or have you just not found the right person?" He inhaled very quickly, but if I didn't know him as well as I did I wouldn't have noticed.
"Claire, sweet heart, love is a very complicated thing. I know that the person for me is… in "You didn't answer my question,"
"I know better than to look for her. I know that fate has already decided upon her. Now shouldn't you getting ready for a date?" he made a funny face when said "date" I think he might have been making fun of me. He rose from the bed and picked up a pair of dark jeans. He then grabbed a purple tank top and a black cover shirt. Seeing it lay on the bed, I realized that there was something simple, yet cute. I smiled,
"thank-you, I'm going to go get changed I will meet you downstairs okay?" I grabbed the clothes and went to the bathroom before he even answered.

Quil's POV

I kicked her bedside as she went to the bathroom, careful not to make any audible evidence, how could she go out with that guy? If she is worried about looking her best for him, he doesn't like her for the right reasons. I know he doesn't love her because he will NEVER see her the way that I do. Why can't she see that, why doesn't she understand that? I shook my head in frustration and made my way downstairs. I knew that my anger was misplaced because in truth she did not understand what she was doing to me. I knew I had to hang in there for a short time more because she will know in due time. By the time I was standing by the door Claire appeared at the top of the stairwell. She looked radiant and the self conscience feeling that she clearly had as she saw the pack, mine and Emily's eyes on her was very evident. She said goodbyes to everyone and hugged me when she reached the door.
"Thank-you for the help," she whispered, "And don't worry, I won't tell the guys." She smiled.
"Anytime Claire," I tried to hold back the pain, "And thanks for not telling them. You know that if you need anything I am a phone call away." She pulled away from me and skipped outside the door, just in time to be greeted by a horn. I knew that I had just let my heart walk out of the door and I couldn't find it in me to stop her…

Chapter one complete. Thoughts? Let me know what you think.