HEY YOU GUYS! NEW STORY! I DON'T PLAN ON MAKING THIS LONG, POSSIBLY A THREE-SHOT! I'LL LET YOU KNOW, DEPENDS ON THE REVIEWS, AND IF I KEEP GETTING INSPIRED! LOL. ALRIGHT WELL, I THOUGHT OF THIS IN ONE OF MY BORING CLASSES, SO THANK MY BORING TEACHER! PLEASE ENJOY THE FIRST CHAPTER TO PULMONARY ARCHERY...

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DANNY-CLARE AND ELI'S 15 YEAR OLD SON

ELI AND CLARE-28 YEARS OLD

FITZ-29 YEARS OLD

ELI AND CLARE ARE MARRIED

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PULMONARY ARCHERY-CHAPTER 1

CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

Tears streamed down my face, as he screamed at me.

Screaming never got us anywhere, it always brought us back to the same place. But, he caused the fight this time.

"Will you keep your fucking voice down? You're going to wake Danny up! I don't want him to hear this bull shit," I screamed at Eli as he kept a stern face.

Eli's lip twitched in aggravation as tears continued to fall from my face and my chest heaved unevenly.

"It wasn't my fault I cheated, you brought this on yourself Clare," he growled at me blaming me for his mistakes.

Typical Eli.

Blaming me for his wrong doings.

"You're blaming me Eli, it's my fault you fucking cheated on me with some whore from your office!" I screamed back at him, giving him what he's been asking for ever since he started this fight.

He threw his arms in the air and asked, "Well, could you fucking blame me Clare? We never have sex anymore!"

"What?" I asked dumbfounded my eyes becoming irritated from crying so much.

I sighed, wiping my tears, and he said, "Tell me the last time we had sex. Tell me."

When I thought about it, I couldn't remember. It broke my heart to not be able to remember the last time Eli and I had showed each other how much we loved each other. But, we were always at work all the time and I refused to have sex with Daniel in the house.

"That's right Clare, you can't remember, and guess what? Neither can I!" He screeched so loudly my ears felt as if they were pierced with nails.

I sighed, perhaps he was right.

"Eli, still, that's no right to just go out and fuck some whore at work! You should talk to me, not go off and have sex someone else besides your wife!" I screamed at him trying to make him feel worse than he was making me feel.

He hissed, "She wasn't a whore! She gave me the best blow job I've gotten since the one you gave me junior year!"

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

How could he say that?

Was he really that heartless?

"Get out," I whispered looking down at the floor.

Eli laughed, "Typical Clare, kicking me out when you just can't handle the pressure. You know what Clare, I'm not leaving me because you made me. I'm leaving because I choose to."

I nodded and waved him off and asked, "Are you going to leave? Or, are you just going to stand here with that stupid smirk across your face."

He breathed out, smiling and asked,"Remember when we slept together the first time? Remember when you told me that you'd always love my smirk no matter what?"

"Well, maybe I've seen it for too long," I told him as he pounded his fist against the wall and opening the door with extreme force.

I sighed, my heart starting to race as Eli turned and asked, "Guess where I'm fucking going?"

"I don't care," I mumbled loud enough for him to hear it.

"To have sex!" He screamed slamming the door shut, leaving me to stand, wrapping my arms around myself.

I tried to comfort myself, but it wouldn't work.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard a creak in the steps causing my eyes to avert to the staircase.

"Oh god Danny, you scared me, what are you doing up?" I asked him as his smile turned to a frown.

Danny slowly walked down keeping a safe distance away from me, just glancing ever so often at my face which was stained with tears. I hated my son seeing me like this. I especially hated him hearing Eli and I lash out at each other. Thankfully, our fights never went past verbal.

I opened my mouth to talk, but, Daniel interrupted me and said, "Save it ma. I know it's the same thing every fight, I could never understand what's going on between you two and nothing is wrong. I know, obviously nothing is wrong."

Danny pointed to the door that Eli had recently slammed.

"Why can't you just have sex with him? You could have just asked me to sleepover one of my friend's house. Why can't you just give in?" Danny asked me pleadingly so the fighting would stop.

I couldn't keep anything from him. He was in the house all the time, and he knew what was going on between us. He knew Eli had been cheating on me. He knew that we weren't on good terms. Danny was smarter than that. He knew when their was something wrong.

"I'm sorry honey, I just can't fix this anymore. It's too late," I whimpered covering my mouth with my hand as tears streamed wildly down my face.

I looked at Danny through blurry eyes and continued to cry.

He approached me wrapping his arms around me, and embracing me in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry mom, I know it's hard, you just have to...you have to try harder next time. I don't like seeing you guys fight like this," he whispered in my ear as I shook uncontrollably in my sons arms.

It hurt my heart to remember that I would cry in Eli's arms when I had a problem. It hurt to remember that Eli was never a problem, and now he was the only problem in my life. It hurt to think that the love of my life had cheated on me because I wouldn't have sex with him every second of every day of every month of every year.

I sniffled, as I clung to my son, crying hysterically.

"It's going to be alright ma, don't cry," he whispered with a soothing voice.

I pulled my head back and said, "I can't do this to you, you shouldn't have to worry about this. I'm sorry you had to hear that whole fight. Just, just go to bed, you have to wake up early. You have practice tomorrow right?"

He nodded and smiled walking up the steps, "Good night mom. Love you!"

"Love you too!" I screeched making sure he'd hear me.

I glanced around the room, and looked at the fist indent in the wall that Eli had made.

What did I ever do to deserve this?

DANNY'S PERSPECTIVE

"Yeah, she's still down stairs man," I told Fitz, one of my dad's closest friends over the phone.

He sighed and asked, "How long ago was the fight?"

I glanced at the clock next to my bed and said, "two hours ago."

"And she still isn't upstairs yet? Maybe you should check on her," he told me as I looked at my open door which was just so far away from my bed.

I hated when my parents fought. It wasn't like it was a little fight and then they would have hardcore makeup sex like normal parents. No, they'd fight, and scream, and they meant every word they said. It brought tears to my eyes just thinking about my dad cheating on my mom like that.

Honestly, she deserved better.

But, then again he could be just bull shitting her and just wanting her to feel hurt.

I could never predict my dad, he was unpredictable.

"Do you know where my dad is? Have you heard from him?" I asked Fitz as he sighed probably trying to think of an excuse better than he's fucking his secretary from work.

That was another thing, apparently until you turn the age of eighteen in this house you aren't supposed to know about sex, or cheating, or anything that's basically inherited in high school.

"I think you should stop worrying about your dad, and worry about going to bed. It's already midnight and you haven't gotten any sleep I'm presuming? Just go to bed, you know your dad, he'll just come back and crawl into bed with your mom when she's sleeping," Fitz told me.

This was true.

I always thought that Fitz wasn't the smartest turtle on the turtle farm, if you know what I'm saying.

But, he was pretty smart for the time being.

"True," I mumbled hearing the door open and keys being thrown onto the kitchen table.

"He's back, I think, I'll text you when I know everything's alright," I told him not waiting for him to respond and shutting my cellphone.

I got up from my bed, tiptoeing to close my bedroom light and quickly running back, covering myself with my two blankets. I closed my eyes, trying to listen to what was going on, but no one was talking.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard slow footsteps coming up the steps.

I forced my eyes to try and see who it was, and sure enough it was my dad.

He was holding my mom in his arms.

She lay, sleeping in his hold.

My mothers arms clung around my dad's neck as he walked past my room, bringing her to their bed.

I smiled knowing they would probably make up in the morning and I didn't have to worry about a divorce or any shit like that.

Whenever my parents fought, divorce was always the first word that popped into my head. When I heard stories about my mom and dad, they were always known for their endless need for each other. Fitz told me that in high school not even a chainsaw could separate their hands sometimes.

I wish I could go back in time to see my parents as a younger couple.

As their kid, I would want to know where they met, when their first date was, when was the first time my dad dropped the "L" bomb on my mom, or if they ever went to parties and got drunk.

I laughed, knowing my mom would never even think about having a drink, let alone drink it.

I closed my eyes when I heard footsteps and I pretended I was sleeping as my dad approached me.

He kissed me on the forehead, and whispered, "I Love you Danny."

What was I five?

My parents were always overprotective and constantly treated me like a baby.

It sickened me.

I waited to hear my door shut, but instead, I heard the seat to my rolling chair squeak.

In other words, he plopped his ass down on my fucking computer chair.

I hated when he did this, whenever they fought and he wasn't tired yet, he would sit in my room and talk to me and talk out his problems thinking I would never hear him and he would feel better about himself.

"You know I love your mom so much," he whispered holding back a sob.

"She's the best woman I've ever been with, and she even gave me you. Clare gave me the best thing I could ever ask for, a minnie me," I heard him laugh a little probably glaring at me with those sick ass green eyes he had.

He licked his lips and said, "Sometimes, I just wish that your mother and I would do what we used to do when we were in high school."

My eyes widened and said, "Please stop."

My dad laughed, wiping his tears away not wanting me to see his weak side and he said, "I thought you were sleeping."

"Not really," I mumbled and continued, "With all this fighting going on I couldn't really sleep."

He looked at me and sighed, "I just keep screwing up kid, I'm sorry."

I sat up slowly, placing my feet on the ground and laughed, "It's funny because mom and you both told me the same thing. You keep telling me you're sorry for screwing up. Why can't you just stop acting like a dick to her? We both know you didn't cheat on her and you just wanted to get under her skin."

"Watch your mouth," was all he could say.

I gulped, "Did you really cheat on mom?"

Tears were forming in my eyes as my dad stood there, speechless.

"You wouldn't," I whispered.

"You couldn't," I whispered again.

He glanced at me, and nodded slowly.

"I did, and I feel like shit," he whispered.

ELI'S PERSPECTIVE

My son stared at me.

This was my worst nightmare, seeing my kid cry because I had upset him or did something wrong.

I always wanted my kid to be proud to say I was his dad.

But, who would want to say a cheating dick head was your dad?

No one.

"How could you do that to mom?" Danny asked me his voice becoming hoarse.

I sighed, "Temptation."

When I went out two hours ago, when Clare and I had went through our fifth fight this week, I went to the same place I've been going to each time.

The bar.

The bar was the one place I can drink my guilty pleasures away.

"Did you have sex with her?" He asked me.

I sighed and asked, "Aren't you not supposed to know about that yet?"

"Stop ignoring the question. Did you, or did you not, cheat on mom by having sex with your secretary?" He asked me, tears falling from my eyes and I sighed.

I didn't want to lie, because lying would probably make it one hundred percent worse. But, telling the truth might hurt him.

"I cheated on your mom, yes, but I'm not proud of it," I whispered looking down at my son who stood speechlessly.

I did feel horrible. I felt dirty. But, It's not like I could go back and not do it.

It's too late.

Danny looked at me like I was trash, like I wasn't his father. The look was breaking my heart. His expression was the same as Clare's. It was a pleading glare, a glare that was basically telling me to pull my shit together.

"Dad, I've nothing to say anymore. Just, fix it before it really is too late," he whispered.

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