Don't Stop Believing'
Clare's POV
"No, Helen! I can't do this anymore! We're done."
"Fine! I'm better off without you!"
I clenched my hands over my ears and tried to drown it all out. This was it. They were done. I sighed and got up, making my way over to my desk. I looked at the piece of paper laying there.
'Reasons why my life sucks'
Alli is gone
Small-town
Darcy's not here
Parents are falling out of love
No money
Possible foreclosure (dads fault)
No one cares anymore
Everyone has given up (on everything)
No one to talk to anymore'
I stared at the lined paper taking in all the things I had written down in the past month. And this was it. This was the end. I swore to myself that at the 10th thing I would write down, I would run away. Slowly I wrote down
'Parent's divorcing'
I sighed and grabbed the suitcase I had packed since Alli left and my life started spiraling downhill. Without hesitation I ran out the front doors (no one was home anyways, they had both left after throwing that last dish) and to the nearest bus station.
Eli's POV
Punch. Kick. Cursing. I closed my eyes and waited for it all to be over. He threw me over to the table, where the glass broke, shattering all over me. I screamed, blood dripping down my face.
"Elijah. Wake up." I slowly opened my eyes to a wedge of moonlight illuminating my 'mom's' face. I cringed.
"What is the matter with you?" she asked.
"Oh, just-just another bad dream. Gotta stop playing Call of Duty before bed. Sorry." I shrugged.
"Do not play video games after 7 o'clock! How many times have I told you that? Now, go to bed. You have church and youth group in the morning." My mother said, harshly.
"Youth group? What?"
"Oh, yes. Did I forget to talk to you? You're doing youth group to see if they can 'help you'."
"Help me?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes, yes. You're not very…well in the head."
"I'm FINE! I've gone through a shit-load of stuff; do you expect me to be butterflies and rainbows, MOTHER?"
My mother slapped me across the face. She did not just do that. All of the sudden the horrid memories came back, it was just like in my nightmare. Youth group my ass. I'm getting the hell out of here.
"Elijah," I winced at the use of my full name, "get some sleep. You are grounded until further notice." I stared at her in disbelief as she walked out of the room. Once she was out, I made a dash for it. I had a suitcase packed already. I ran out of the house. I didn't care how much noise I was making. I was going away for good. I don't need anybody. At least, that's what I thought until I met her.
A/N: This was a short filler chapter; the next will be better, promise! Please click the yellow button down there! It looks kind of lonely, just sayin'.