Alibis Chapter 2: distruction, a degrassi fanfic

Disclaimer: Degrassi is something I don't own, sadly…

A/N: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! Wow, I didn't think you guys would like this story so much! I was really skeptical about posting it, but seeing as I had over thirty reviews for the first chapter, I might as well post again. I got a PM, and I would like to answer another question, yes, this story is going to be dark. Once again, there is going to be mystery involved in this story, lots of blood-shed, etc. Anyway, enough with my ranting, here's chapter 2!

Oh and before I forget, thanks to Soon Enough, this person gave me some constructive critique, which I enjoyed so MUCH! I thank you! Since your review, I had actually went back and looked through this chapter and made sure there weren't any mistakes and stuff in it. Thank you so much again! Anyway sorry, here's chapter 2!

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Alibis

Summary: Waiting for change to lead him down a more innocent path, death obsessed Elijah Goldsworthy finds it in a blue eyed beauty, but perhaps with an even darker past than his own.

CHAPTER 2

The morning had flown by quicker than I wanted it to. I lay in bed, wincing as the sun tried in complete vain to light up my dark room. It was obviously failing, seeing as I had my blinds tightly closed, and my black curtains closed over them. I turned to my side, hiding my face from the world as I pulled the covers above my head. Just as I was about to fall asleep, the door to my room was slammed open.

"Elijah, get your lazy ass up, and start mowing the lawn. The grass isn't going to cut itself, you know." My dad's grungy voice said. I groaned, and sat up saying, while I scratched my head, "Then why don't you do it?"

"I have better things to do. Get up, get dressed and get busy!" My dad walked out of my room, slamming the door behind me. I sighed and my eyes shot to the window when I heard giggling and laughing, and some music playing. I kicked the sheets off of my body and slowly made my way to my window. I lifted the blinds, slightly peeking through them.

Across the road was Clare and her sister Darcy, lying out on a beach towel in the driveway. I shifted a little, eying Clare as she poured some lotion in her palms, and rubbed the sun tan lotion over her chest, her arms, and legs. Once again, I felt like a fucking pedophile. I licked my lips and watched as she flipped over to her back.

I moved away from the window and made my way to the dresser, where I reached into my drawers and grabbed my tattered, ripped-up and faded baggy pants. I removed my pajama pants and slipped those on, and then I pulled a black wife beater over my head. I opened the door to my room, and lazily walked out.

"Good morning Eli." Mom greeted me, as she flipped through the channels on the TV. I smiled faintly at her and she asked, "What are you doing up this early?"

"Mom it's almost three." I responded. She laughed and said, "You're normally out of your room around five in the afternoon. Is something wrong?" I shook my head and said, "Dad woke me up." I walked out the front door, and headed around to the side of the house. I opened the red painted shed and walked inside, pushing the lawn mower out. I was now standing in front of the house, trying to crank up this piece of shit lawn mower. Once I got it out of its dead stage, I started to cut the grass.

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It literally took me almost an hour to do the front lawn; I turned the lawn mower off, removed my shirt, and out walked my mom, holding a glass full of lemonade. I thanked her as I took the glass. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that Clare and her sister had left, gathering the beach towels and heading inside. I frowned and my mom said, "You can do the back of the house later." I nodded and handed her the glass.

She walked inside, and I pushed the lawn mower towards the back of the house. Sighing heavily, I grabbed my shirt and wiped the sweat off of my face, then placed the shirt over my shoulder, heading towards the front door. Before I entered the house, I glanced back, and swallowed hard, watching Clare's father climb into the parked car in the driveway, turn it on, and drive out. Just as he made the turn to drive down the road, he glanced at me, and narrowed his eyes.

I pinned my eyebrows together and muttered something inaudible under my breath, then turned to walk inside the house. I lazily made my way to the kitchen and stared out the window. Out walked Clare from the front door. She looked distraught, afraid… She was crying. I narrowed my eyes and watched as she sat down at the end of the driveway, pulling her knees up to her chest. I wanted to go outside, see what was wrong with her, but that would only lead into bad things.

"You know if you keep staring at her like that, you might just burn holes in her skin." My mom whispered. I softly craned my neck to look back at her, while muttering a "huh" under my breath. I swallowed the lump that had randomly started growing in my throat and headed back to my room to take a shower. I reeked of sweat and dirt, and there was no way in hell I was going to sit around the house smelling like this. As I drug my feet across the floor, making my way to the dresser, I pulled the drawer open and grabbed a t-shirt,a pair of loose basketball shorts, and some boxers.

After standing in the shower for what seemed like three hours, I had eventually stepped out, and am now standing in front of the mirror, staring at my body. I leaned forward and stared straight into my green eyes, which seemed to look rather lifeless at the moment. I licked my suddenly dry lips and pulled my clothes on. As I opened the door to the bathroom, I was instantly standing in a dark room. My eyes shot towards the digital clock sitting on my night stand.

"Six-thirty." I muttered.

I exited through the door, and walked down the dark hallway, and entered the living room, which the only thing that was on was the TV. My mom was lying on the couch, crying silently. I guess she was watching a chick flick. I quietly made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge. I opened it and took a sip from it.

"Eli, is that you in the kitchen?"

"Yeah." I responded lowly. I walked into the living room, and my mom sat up, wiping her tears away with her palm. She smiled faintly at me and I pressed my lips to a line. I turned the balls of my feet and headed back to my room. Not bothering to turn the light on, I walked to my bed, placing the can on the nightstand. I lay back on my bed and sighed heavily, running my fingers through my hair.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, and my eyes slowly drifted shut, soon being submerged into a bunch of swirls and colors behind my eyelids.

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It's been exactly two days since I actually had a conversation with Clare. The only encounter that we had was basically eye contact. She always seems to be really hesitant when she and I would look at each other. Clare would glance back at her house, and then look back at me, then hesitantly wave. When I would wave back, her father would walk out the front door, and start screaming at her.

She'd run inside by then.

I've been watching her…

Every afternoon at 12:30, she would go out for a walk with her sister. She would come back around 2:35, depending on how far she goes; sometimes she'd come back at around 3:00 sharp. After that she would go upstairs to her room, which I have a clear view of. She would sneak out, and sit on the roof; just sit there. Around five to six, she would sit on the front lawn and read.

For the rest of the day, she would just stay inside.

Clare is one odd individual. She's quiet; she looks down and bites her bottom lip when she's nervous. She seems to be the insecure type. Clare… For some reason I have never wanted someone so much. She's so—

BARK!

I glanced up from my notebook, eyeing the window. I averted my gaze from the window to the digital alarm clock, reading the time. It's a little bit passed three in the morning. I sighed in frustration and rubbed my temples. I got up from my bed and headed to the window, pushing the black curtains, and lifting the blinds, finding a miniature Chihuahua barking and jumping up and down under the tree in my front lawn. I narrowed my eyes. This damn dog just interrupted my time. I rolled my eyes, and looked up, realizing there is a cat in the tree. Really? I walked to sit on my bed, and clenched the pen in my hand.

BARK!

I growled, and stormed back to the window, opening it. I screamed, "Shut up!" The dog looked in my direction, and started to bark at me. My eyes narrowed yet again. I breathed heavily through my nose, and swiftly turned around.

Moments later, I had exited through the front door, after slowly and quietly walking down the hallway. I softly closed the front door behind me, and walked around to the side of the house, heading towards the shed. I opened it, and pulled on the small chain, clicking the overhead light on. My tired green eyes looked around, and I craned my head back, listening to the stupid damn dog yapping at a cat, which was hissing. Its hair stood up in a mohawk.

I turned back, and cringed when the barking somehow grew louder. I reached up, grabbing the hammer hanging on the wall. I walked out of the shed, leaving the light on, and walked quickly in the direction where the dog is. Its large eyes noticed me making my way to it, and the barking died down. It stared up at me, smelled my leg, and then started barking again.

My lip twitched, and I reached down, and grabbed it by the collar, lifting it up. It whined, and started squirming. I turned around, and headed back to the shed. Once I was inside, I placed the dog down, and it started to bark at me, biting and pulling on my pajama pant leg. I breathed heavily, and stared down at it, before I jerked my leg back, and my foot crashed into the dog, flying back and hitting the wall hard. It yelped and I smirked a little. It staggered up to its feet and surprisingly charged at me.

Out of instinct, I slammed the hammer down, hitting its body. Blood splattered everywhere; on my face, arms, clothes. My lips curled up as I continued to beat the dog mercilessly with the hammer, listening to it whine and yelp in pain.

I breathed heavily and stood up, the hammer dropping from my hand. I stared out the window with an emotionless look in my eyes. I passed my tongue along my bottom lip, tasting a bit of blood. The faint reflection in the mirror stared back at me, and I reached up and wiped the blood off of my face. I slowly looked down, and eyed the broken, bloody dog lying lifeless on the floor of the shed.

I swallowed hard and bent down to pick it up, blood dripping from its paws, and the tip of its nose. I moved across the shed, grabbed a large black garbage bag, and tossed the dog inside.

"Stupid animals…" I muttered. Quietly, I threw the dog into the large blue trash bin on the side of the road, and then walked inside to take a shower. I'll clean the hammer and shed afterward.

didn't bother in pealing my pajama pants off. I let the hot water run, rinsing the still wet blood of of my body, turning the water a nice shade of pink. I bowed my head, and was soon soaked with the water. I sighed and watched the blood get rinsed off of my pants.

I stepped out once I was clean, and removed my pants and boxers. I turned the light off, and headed to my room. I rummaged through my drawers and slipped on another pair of pajama pants, and then walked outside to clean the shed, which only took me thirty minutes. I walked back inside the house, and crashed on my bed once I entered my room.

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"Good morning Eli!"

"Morning Clare."

"Um, c-can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Have you seen my dog? He's a Chihuahua."

End of Chapter 2

Okay I know there's mistakes in this story, so please don't point them out to me. I tried to fix it while I was going through and reading over it after my beta sent it back, and well... Fan fiction was fucking up every single time. So review? I do apologize for the long wait, really I do.

Goodbye for now!