Couldn't Be Better
Sequel to As of Yet, starting off a few hours later. By the way The Devil Wears Prada is also a heavy metal band.
Clare P.O.V
I held back my tears and slowly and quietly moved out of his arms when he had fallen asleep, I got dressed and tried to make as little sound as possible, I refuse to cry right now, I then left his room and walked downstairs I let tears slide down, I shut the door behind me and slowly walked home, I was glad is house was a just a few streets from me, I wrapped my arms around my chest, I feel disgusting, I should've listened to Fitz.
I shut my bedroom door behind me; I knew my dad and Sherry aren't home so I turned on The Devil Wears Prada and fell against the door, I let out a big sob, I buried my head in my knees and cried, I feel so bad, I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I sat there for the rest of the night.
2 months later
Oliver pushed me against the wall and glared at me, I looked away but he used his free hand and grabbed my face and made me look him in the eye
"Clare tell me you love me!" He yelled, over the past two months I had learnt not to cry anymore, I looked him in the eye,
"No." I said without thinking. Fuck! His glare turned murderous, I braced myself for what was coming
"You bitch!" He yelled and brought his fist to my face with all his strength, I let out a strangled sob; my cheek feels like it's on fire,
"I love you." I said softly, he smiled and let me go, he kissed me with force, I kissed him back because I didn't want him to hit me again, he pulled back,
"I love you too." He said before walking off, I took a shaky breath and went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, where he'd hit me was starting to swell, I looked at the other side of my face and saw a purple bruise, ever since that night he's been very aggressive, when I do something he doesn't like he hits me. I got out my make up and started to cover the forming bruise, after a few minutes I looked to see if I looked ok, I suddenly got a wave of nausea and ran to the toilet and threw up. This is so strange for the past two months I've been throwing up every morning and when I smell steak when it's cooked, I wiped my mouth with toilet paper when I was done and threw it in the toilet and flushed, I went and brushed my teeth. I checked my calendar, Oh shit.
I kept checking the clock; this is the most painful 3 minutes of my life. I sat on the edge of the bath tub in my ensuite. I had scrubbed this bath tub so many times after I had come home from the hospital but there was this one spot where the blood stain still remained, reminding me of what I did, Maybe if I had died that day maybe I wouldn't have to be going through this pain right now, the timer dinged, I took a deep breath and walked over to the counter, I picked up the cheap plastic stick and saw the result, positive. I dropped the stick and sat down on the floor rocking myself, I cried, I stood up for a while and walked into my room and sat on the side of my bed, I put my head in my hands and cried. Why did this have to happen to me?
Fitz P.O.V
I arrived home from Owen's place; I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pulled it out, I saw the name of the person calling and sighed, Tegan the girl I had been sleeping with for the past 2 weeks, I had just ended things with her the other day but she keeps calling me, I answered
"Tegan I told you to leave me alone." I growled, I heard her laugh
"You're so funny!" She exclaimed, I groaned
"Tegan leave me alone." I said and deleted her number, I walked into my room and couldn't help but look outside the window, I saw Clare sitting on her bed, I could hear her crying, I wanted to go over there and comfort her but she has her precious little boyfriend to comfort her now. I took one last look at her and shut the curtains.
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