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Clares POV

I shouldn't be here. I know it; hell half of the bar knows it. I don't belong here obviously. I say at the bar, nursing a drink trying to figure out what to do. My parents just kicked me out but I don't blame them. Not after what happened, what I did. I threw down some cash, deciding it was time to leave. Grabbing my purse and threw on my jacket, I walked out of the door. I stood there in the dim light of the street lights looking around. I turned on my heel walking away from the bar towards the only place I knew I could go.

Before I knew it, I was in front of his building looking up at what I knew to be his window. I walked up to the call box and pressing his button. "Hello?"

I heard his voice and a shiver ran down my spine. I pressed the button again, "Hey Jake. I need help."

"Clare." He said one word, my name. To anyone that wouldn't mean anything but not to me. I've known this man practically since I was born. That is a long 23 years. He hadn't said anything else so I pressed the button again. "Well are you going to just stare at the speaker or let me up?"

He didn't even answer the question but I knew his response. The door buzzed open and I walked into the lobby. "Hey Miss Clare. We haven't seen you in a long time," the man behind the desk said. It was true I hadn't been here in a long time. Almost a year actually.

"Hey, Mel." I said laughing and giving him a hug.

"Going to see Jake?"

"Yepp," the laughter stopped and I looked down at my scuffed converse, "I better head up. I'm sure he's wondering where I am or still frozen in shock. Either way its not a good scenario. See you later Mel."

"Hope so Miss Clare." I walked away and got in the elevator. Mel was my favorite door man. I've known many in the time I've known Jake. As I stepped out onto Jakes floor the nerves hit me. I don't want to be here but he was my only hope right now. Before I know it, I was knocking on his door and putting my hands in my pockets. The door opened and there he stood, staring at me like I was a ghost or something.

"What happened to your key?" he asked. I could tell he was confused. I never gave it back.

"I don't know probably part of a lump of metal," I pushed him out of the way and walked through the door, "Really Jake? Cant you ever take care of yourself?" His apartment was a mess, clothes everywhere, dishes in the sink, and a layer of dust on the unused surfaces.

"Not really. What do you mean part of a lump of metal?" I turned around, trying not to trip.

I looked him straight in the eyes like we talked everyday about this,"Well when we broke up you know how angry I was so I might have burned everything you ever gave me."

"Oh ok. Why are you here anyway?" he shut his door leaning back on it and crossing his arm over his chest.

"Well I did something my parents will never forgive me for and they kicked me out so I need 2 thing. The first is I need to stay here for a few days."

"Whats the second? And what did you do?"

"I need you to go over there tomorrow and get my stuff. Most of its still in boxes so it shouldn't be that hard if you use your truck. Oh and I sort of, might have, slept with Kal Goldsworthys grandson, Eli," I finished my little speech while Jakes face went into further into shock.

"You….I….Clare….fine ill help but how could you?"

"Would you believe me if I said it was tequilas fault?" I was looking back down at my shoes again. Kal Goldsworthys father and my great grandfather were once friends. Technically they were mobsters. Then one day a man came into town and messed with the balance of things. His name was Tyler Edwards, my father's grandfather. My mother's family agreed with Tyler's outlook on things and tore this city in half, at least in terms of the gangs. Me sleeping with Kals grandson that was not something an Edwards does. I shouldn't even be in Toronto right now. My family and everyone connected to us will find out about this soon and no matter what I'm an Edwards so I wouldn't ever be trusted to be with Eli.

"Well…yes but what was he doing over here anyway?"

"Honestly, I don't know but it happened. I don't regret it Jake but I still don't know what to do. If I stay here my family will make my life hell and Eli's, I don't even want to think about it."

"Ok Clare. You're going with me tomorrow to get your things. I don't want to lie about why I need it. You also need to call Eli to. His father is the new 'ring leader' of their circus act so Im sure if Bullfrog accepts you they all will."

"Don't call them a circus act Jake. They have more power than you think." I was walking around picking up his clothes when I realized something, "Wait Jake, how did you know that Bullfrog likes me?"

"Oh I assumed."

"Right sure you did. Well you are going alone to get my things alone tomorrow. I'm staying here and cleaning up this mess," I gestured to his apartment, "and you don't have to have to lie. Tell them the truth for all I care, they aren't my parents anymore. I'm going to sleep. Oh and I need a shirt. No clothes remember." I walked into the spare bedroom which, as it turned out, was the only clean room in the place."