SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATD ANY STORIES!
Right, so I'm gonna do a new fanfiction – but I don't want people moaning at me saying stuff like 'oh but you haven't finished any of your other fanfics' or 'finish the other ones first'
I have literally no idea what to write on them. The only one which I think I could update would be Goodbyes. So no complaining, I'll update the otherswhen I have inspiration.
Anyway this one I have loads of ideas in different chapters and I promise to update often. Story is set in 2014.
I'm thinking of killing one of the Glass House members in this, I don't know yet.
Claire is sick of the overprotection over her. She decides to leave the Glass House and then participates as Myrnin's new experiment – one that changes her life forever.
Claire POV
I looked at the dark street through the large window. Hardly any lights, no safety zone. I was standing in a tattoo studio, feeling pain on my upper back. Yes I was eighteen and I wanted this tattoo so badly. None of the others knew I was here, why should they? If they found out I wanted a tattoo, they'd flip and probably lock me in the pantry. Not to mention it was 22:00, I was in deep shit.
But honestly way should they care? I'm eighteen – legal to drink, legal to smoke, legal to get a tattoo, legal to live my own life. I'm not a baby, I don't need looking after, I need space, and I need to live my own life.
I smiled at the woman on the counter and left into the darkness. The Glass House was only 2 streets away so it'd be easier to get there with no harm. I continued to walk quickly; I could then see the Glass House. The lights were on; Shane was probably sitting in the parlour or punching the wall. I couldn't care less, his fault for being too protective. I walked up to the door and opened it. The warm feeling of the Glass House was comforting as I entered; I gently shut the door behind me. No way was I letting them know about the tattoo.
"Where the fuck have you been!?" Eve shouted at me coming from the kitchen, Shane was stood next to her. I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room, sat down and started to watch whatever was on the telly. Michael was tuning his guitar in his armchair. I knew he wouldn't shout at me like the others.
"Well, Claire we need an explanation – you can't just run off in the night and not tell us where you're going or where you are!?" she shouted again. God, she was annoying me now.
Shane then butted in: "Eve's right Claire, we were worried and we need to know where you are." This was pissing me off now; I'm eighteen what's their issue!?
I looked at my phone which had 43 missed calls, and 62 new messages. Only one of the messages was from Michael. I looked at it:
Hey Claire,
U ok?
M x
I smiled at the text. He wasn't paranoid something would happen he only wanted to know if I was okay, however the messages of Eve and Shane were more like:
"Claire, call me!"
"Where are you?"
"Come home now!"
Honestly I don't think one of them cared if I was fine, more likely where I was. They can't seem to get that I'm a grown adult. I replied to the text:
Yeah,
Tell them to fuck off
C x
His phone made a noise and he checked it laughing, I grinned clumsily and stretched my legs. "Claire, this isn't acceptable and you know it!" Shane shouted at me.
I stood up; I had enough of this bullshit. "Shut the fuck up both of you! I'm eighteen – that means I'm an adult, which means I can do what I want, I don't need your permission!" I shouted at them and stormed upstairs. Honestly who do they think they are? Thinking I can't look after myself.
3 days later...
Shane's POV
It had been 3 days since the argument with Claire. I had only seen her twice, we hadn't talked once. She shouldn't go off running at night like that, what if she got hurt? She doesn't exactly know all the consequences in this town. I sighed and stood up off the sofa, I walked into the kitchen where Michael was sitting drinking coffee. I sat opposite him and put my head in my hands.
"I think you should apologize you know." He said. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows.
"You are forgetting she is eighteen." He replied to my confused look. I sighed again and started walking upstairs, maybe I should apologize – I guess I was being quite harsh.
I came up to her bedroom door and took a deep breath, but before I could knock the door she called out: "don't even try Shane, just go away."
"Listen, Claire I'm sorry ok, I actually do mean it, and I shouldn't have been so harsh on you." I said back. I could hear quiet cursing and the door unlock, she opened the door and stood there in front of me. She was wearing a white jumper, pink skirt and ballet pumps. I suddenly felt overwhelmingly guilty; hurt was written across her face.
"Come on, let's go on a walk." I said and pulled her hand; she smiled slightly and followed me down the stairs. I opened the door and let her out first.
Claire POV
I guess I had to forgive Shane, I mean he did apologize and all – but some part of me feels as if he was forced. I breathed in the fresh air as we walked along the TPU. Despite the warm weather, a cooling breeze helped you to continue walking around.
As we were walking three girls walked past. Not Monica and her lot but some other bitches trying to take spotlight, I recognized the brunette one on the end – Amber. She tried to attack me after I refused to help her with her calculus work. She glared in my direction but her look softened when she saw Shane. A slight feeling of jealously and envy built up inside me then Shane looked at her back.
He looked behind at her after we had walked past. That just made me completely angry. Firstly he pisses me off by wanting to know my every single location, then he apologizes, then he takes me out to try and make me feel better and whilst that happens he starts checking out a complete bitch.
I was sick of his and Eve's behaviour towards me now; it makes me feel completely worthless. We started to walk back to the glass house as it was starting to get dark. I let go of his hand.
Mothers were walking along the street quickly pulling their children's hands in their own. It made me feel sick – you could have a beautiful family with beautiful children but they wouldn't always be safe, not even at home. The lit Glass House came into view. I left Shane's side and walked up to the door, I guessed I looked calm on the outside but inside I was screaming.
I stepped inside the Glass House; I could hear the soft music from Michael's guitar. I was about to walk into the living room when I saw Eve and Kim giggling and whispering to each other. I felt left out, if Eve cared about where I was so much yesterday – how come she didn't care now? I turned around and walked up the stairs and into my room. I grabbed towels and walked into the bathroom, I quickly turned on the shower, I gently peeled off the bandage that was covering my tattoo, I sighed and took the rest of my clothes off and stepped in. The tattoo should have healed by now.
I let the warm water slide down my body; I wanted to cry. I felt as if I was being controlled completely, I just wanted mum. But I knew that wouldn't happen. Mum was gone, and the others didn't know, it had been a few months since she had, well left us. The tattoo was two doves; my mum had a tattoo exactly like it on her wrist.
It was on the top left side of my back. I felt the tears fall down my cheeks as the water fell down my back, I wanted to throw up. I turned off the shower and stepped out, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and tears were still streaming down my face.
I walked into my room, a towel wrapped around my pale body, I looked into the mirror, and I looked horrid.
I was disturbed in my thinking when someone opened the door.
Shane POV
I walked into Claire's room she had stormed off and I didn't know why. As I walked in she was just standing there, towel wrapped around her body standing motionlessly into the mirror, but that wasn't what caught my eye. It was something on her back. I then realised it was a tattoo. When did she get that! Even I didn't have a fucking tattoo and I was twenty. She turned around.
"Sorry Claire, I was looking for you, I let you get ready." She casted a small smile, I backed out of the room. It all suddenly became clear, she must of got it when she was missing and came back late.
I walked downstairs, in complete shock. I walked into the living area where Michael and Eve were. They noticed my expression.
"Shane bro, you okay?" Michael asked.
"Claire, she's got a tattoo." I said. Eve stood up.
"What?!" She screeched.
"She's gonna regret it, she didn't even tell us." Eve then said.
Michael gave a hard look at Eve: "I can't believe you two." He said shaking his head and stormed upstairs, I heard the door slam shut.
"What's his problem?" Kim butted in.
"I have no idea." I replied.
Okay so it's done, I'm sorry I haven't had any time to update my stories I should update one by tomorrow
Stay Sassy x