Clare's POV
I stared at the wet, dirty ground. My whole body was wet from the rain, but like many
things, I didn't care. My dad slapped me, across the face. My right cheek was stinging from the
slight pain coming from the bruise. I was sitting on a bench down the street from my house. A
couple of blocks down. I suddenly broke. Tears flooded my eyes and I cried in to my hands. I
have no one in this lonely world. No one except Adam, Eli, and sometimes Alli. I say
sometimes because Alli just transferred to and all girls school across town and has been busy
with home work, projects and such. I looked at my surrounings real fast to make sure there
weren't any creepers or something coming towards me. I look to the left and then the right
and going down the road is a black hearse. Eli. I didn't think much of it except that he
probably sees me crying. I just ignored it and kept sobbing. Suddenly, I heard footsteps
coming in my direction. I fted my head up from my wet hands and Eli, standing before me,
concern in his face.
Eli's POV
I looked at Clare, standing in the rain but I didn't mind. I don't know if it's really obvious but I
really like this girl. She looked up at me from crying in her hands. "Hi.. Eli," she spoke
between sobs. I sat down besides her and embraced her in a tight hug. She cried into my
leather jacket, hearing her sobs. "Let's get you out of this rain," I whispered gently into her
ear. She looked up at me once again and I decided to sweep her off her feet. Literally. I
picked her up bridal style and walked across the street with the teary eyed girl in my arms. I
went around the side of my hearse, Morty, to the passenger side sitting her down and closing
the door. I went to the drivers side and decided to just drive anywhere, to get her away. "If
you don't want to talk about it you don't have to blue eyes," I assured her but she just looked
at me and shook her head and wiped a tear off her soft, cheek. "No.. I want to talk about it
but, I'm afraid." I rubbed her shoulder and looked straight into her eyes. "You can tell me
anything, Clare." She gave me a sad smile and I think she was going to confess her problems
too me. "My dad... he... he hit me," she confessed and started to sob again.