Never Let You Go

I slowly creeped up the tree next to her window. I finally reached her window and slowly creeped in. Clare wasn't in her room, thank goodness. I really missed her so much. As I made my way in, I couldn't help but stare at her room. It had changed so much since we were dating. The once pink walls were now a dreary gray. Her green comforter turned to black. Everything was so different. It depressed me knowing how I caused this change in her. But soon everything would be okay. We would be together.

I know Clare was in the house. I was here on a mission. I know what I had to do, and that didn't include marveling how different everything was. I stealthily went to the door of her room and peered around the corner. My angel, Clare, was sitting downstairs completely absorbed in her television program. A part of me, the irrational part, wanted to go downstairs and jump her bones. I knew that if I did that she'd probably call the police or something.

Making sure that the coast was clear, I went back into her room and took the tiny video camera out of my book bag I was carrying. I needed to find a good place to hide it. I looked around Clare's room helplessly. There were no plants, shelves, or even picture frames I could hide it in. I started to panic. If I couldn't find a place to hide it, then we could never be together. I started to hyperventilate.

I heard timid footsteps coming closer and closer. I panicked and ran to her open balcony, and stepped outside hiding behind some outdoor furniture. I watched Clare look suspiciously around her room for a minute, shrug, and go back downstairs. As I was outside on her patio, I noticed a heat vent right above her door.

I decided I would put the camera here. It was the middle of spring so the heat probably wouldn't go on to ruin the camera. It was a perfect place.

I reentered my goddess's room. I took out a screwdriver and unscrewed the cover of the heat vent and put the camera in. After adjusting so that way it had a view of the whole room, I made my way to her bathroom to do the same.

Once I was finished I went back into her room and left the way I came. I was never so excited in my life! I would be getting Clare back for sure! I made my way across her lawn and down the street to where Morty was parked. I hoped in and sent a quick text to my Clare, nothing that would give me away. I also used a cheap disposable phone so that way Clare wouldn't know it was me. The last thing I need is a restraining order.

As I drove home I saw KC, Clare's douche bag of an ex boyfriend. He was going in the direction of Clare's house and that worried me a little bit. He never seemed right to me and the last thing I wanted was him to do something crazy to Clare.

I decided to turn around and follow him. I was surprised he didn't notice me. But then again, he was chatting to who knows who on his cell phone. To my utter distaste he pulled up to Clare's house. God, I was gonna kill him.