Drama Packed- Clare, the sexy seductive girl of Degrassi baby-sits the bad boy's brother. Will hatred turn to love? or a kick in the nards? And what happens when they are forced to live together? This story will be long and mostly in Eli's POV, but I will switch out.
Clare's POV
Breath. In and out. In and out In an-. My thoughts were cut off with the screaming of my father. This had never happened before. Not like this, not this terrifying. I ran upstairs to my room and tackled my bed, covering my ears with my pillow. I didn't know what to do. I came home to a drunk mother and a terrified dad. My mom has been drinking for what seemed like forever now but this time, she went overboard. She threw a chair at my dad and stormed off on to the bedroom.
"I'M NOT DONE TALKING, GET YOUR DRUNK ASS BACK HERE!" I heard my father yell while I heard concrete footsteps making their way upstairs.
"Yeah? Well I am. I've had enough of you and your stupid daughter. I'm leaving you!" The words hit me like ice in a boiling pan. I jizzed in the pain. Her loud screams were followed by a hasty exit and a door slam. Wow, she was already packed, typical.
Of course this happened almost 3 years ago, and I haven't heard from her ever since. A year before she left, my sister had died too. And after the isolation of my mother, I broke down. I threw away everything in my room, re-painted it a dark and deep purple, got black furniture and upped my wardrobe. If 'god' wanted nothing but happiness for me, than I didn't want to chase something that I wasn't going to catch.
Now, you'll see me wearing heels instead flats, Black instead of Pink and brunette instead of blond. There was no reason in being Saint Clare if the job didn't get it's pay. Me and my father live alone now, and he's all I have. He understands me, and listens without judging. We're best buddies. And yes, we do have our own handshake. Sure I had Alli, but she was caught up in a fairy tale that wasn't going to become reality.
It was junior year and I had quit all communication with the outside world. Now it was all about cigarettes and parties. Although I didn't force my rule of sex before marriage anymore, I still believed that it should be special. Therefore, I hadn't been banged yet. I saw high school as kind of a cocoon, after I'm done I'll be ready to take on whatever. I dreamed of going big with my writing but didn't really see the point of interacting with others to help me bound myself for what's out there.
Eli's POV
You think its psycho, I fucking agree. So what If I committed suicide? A fish is still a fish and I'm still a worthless piece of shit. There was nothing left for me in the world. Sure I had Elliot, my 4 year-old brother and my mom but when you think about how big the world is, you realize how little that matters. After the "accident", my mom forced us to move because she thought we all needed a 'fresh' start. So here we are, moving to Degrassi.
The picture was painted with just me, Elliot and my mom, Cece. My father was put to jail after he killed my girlfriend. Yup, such a tragic story where a drunk driver hits his son's girlfriend and you're known as the next victim on CSI. Well I got sick of people feeling sorry for me, I didn't need anyone's pity or sorrow. I had my own way of medication, and that was that. No extended story.
In case you haven't guessed, we moved around a lot because of "family issues". So I predicted that our stay in Degrassi would be as long as a year or two tops.
The truck stopped in front of a big brown house with a black door, fancy. My brother was the first one out, he ran upstairs to claim his room. I picked the one all the way down the hallway because I liked my music loud. There were 4 bedrooms, two that included a bathroom so I got to have a master. My mom is a doctor, so at least we get it easy financially. My rooms is colored white, pure white. That had to change, fast. By the time we got to our new house, it was 1 AM so we didn't have time arrange any furniture or unpack. We all fell asleep on my mom's bed.
The next day, I woke up to my brain banging on my skull. Guess I should've skipped the bottle of beer at the last gas station. It was Sunday and I was the last one to wake up, it was almost 11 AM. Little early for my usual waking time. I came outside to my black hearse parked in the drive-way. One of the movers must've brought it down. My eyes beamed when I saw Morty and jumped in to get breakfast. I wasn't that big on family meals, I was never home so I doubt they missed me all that much. Although I was really close with Elliot, he was still 4 years old and like any toddler, he could be very annoying. If you couldn't make out the obvious, it's really easy to get under my skin.
I wouldn't count my self as goth, I just liked black. Most gothic people just like the attention, but I really just love black and vintage. Hence the hearse and the pure blackness of my wardrobe. I figured I should look around town and see my new school so I didn't get lost in the morning. Not that I would be showing up all that much.
I stopped by a near Taco Bell and got a burrito. I wasn't that hungry. After 20 minutes of driving, I passed by a cafe near the school which seemed to have a club sort of thing on the top of the building. Well, I just found my new hang out spot. I drove downtown and picked up a coffee and made my way home. It was about 6 PM and I felt like sleeping.
Since I was never home and my mom was always at the hospital, we had to hire a babysitter to look after Elliott. And of course, it was my job to find the babysitter. I figured I would post a flier at The Dot or at school to see if anyone was interested.
Okay, I know this was short and boring but I needed it to start the story. I promise on my laptop's life that the next chapter will be more drama-filled. Hey, I want to live up to the title (;
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