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Summary: Broken and torn, Clare Edwards is forced to live with another family since her parents are in a horrible accident. But could she find sympathy from a green eyed boy or find even more darkness?

Chapter Two-

"Never wanted it to be so cold"

I sat down at the table, my eyes never once leaving they're sight on the portrait just across from me.

This dinning room wasn't very big. The walls were plastered with little fall leaves and it was all painted in a dark orange color.

The table was defiantly made from pine. It even carried a scent to it. The smell drew back memories of when my parents and I went off camping for two weeks up in the Canadian mountains.

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"Clare could you please pass us the water. You're father drank mine and I'm dying of thirst." I smiled lightly and bent over to retrieve the water bottle.

We were all crowding around the warm cozy fire place. The smell of bark burning made my whole body tingle and I felt like this couldn't get any better.

"So, how is you're writing coming out? Any great ideas lately?" Dad asked. I shrugged taking a sip of water.

"Okay, I'm kind of concentrating on this one piece that I'm still trying to put together. It's called "Love and Forgotten" The two smiled and took in the woodsy odor.

My mother's phone buzzed and she excused herself from the fire and went out more to get good reception. I hated when they'd pick phone calls over family time. It drove me insane.

Minutes passed and finally my mother came back, only to pull my father aside.

I couldn't make out what they were saying. All I could hear was their muffled whispers and sounds.

Both of them exchanged glances and turned to me.

"Clare-bear. We're gonna have to cut this trip short. We have some…Work problems we need to go home and fix." Dad hesitantly cooled the fire down and headed back into the cabin.

"Mom, what's really going on-" She cut me off mid-sentenced by pulling me into the cabin.

"Just get your stuff and head to the car."

"But-"

"Now!"

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"Clare? Are you feeling alright." CeCe's sweet voice interrupted my thoughts.

I shook my head lightly and turned back to her.

"Just a little tired. That's all." But I wasn't. Ever since the "accident" I've been having nightmare's about him.

The way he'd grab my wrists and make marks on them. Informing me that I was his.

I shuddered at the thought and held my right arm with a fierce grip.

"Where is he? I told him to be back by six! When I get a hold of him I'm gonna-"

"Honey. Please calm down. He's probably just running late. That's all." The two made their way to their seats and lifted their forks.

CeCe dug into the steak as well as Bullfrog.

"Oh help your self. Eli won't be joining us any time soon." I laughed and picked up my knife and fork, taking a medium sized piece and dropping it onto my plate.

"Um, where is Eli?" Why would I even ask that question? I've already been here one day and I already seemed like an obsessed freak.

Bullfrog finished chewing and pointed his fork towards the front door.

"At his friend Adam's. Playing video games or what not." Video games? I thought he'd be out getting stoned or something? He sent off a vibe like that.

I continued eating in an awkward silence. Sometimes I wished I'd never been born.

Because then I wouldn't be confused. Or wouldn't have to be lied to.

The only things I was truly certain of was, my name is Clare Diane Edwards. I'm fifteen and I'll never be able to unseen the gruesome scene of my parents accident.

Never once will it leave my mind….

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"God Eli! Could you just stop fretting and tell me the rest?" Adam asked. I looked up at him and frowned. Sometimes I wondered why I was his friend. Only friend I thought again.

He was so determined to get every living problem out of me. To make sure I'd be fine and wouldn't have to go back to Crodane Valley. (Mental institution.)

When I do tell him everything though…About my cuttings and whatnot, he goes and tells my parents. Forcing me to go and talk to my therapist every Thursdays and Sundays.

"It's just. She's taking away my home, my life…Everything! Like doesn't she have an Aunt or something?" Adam giggled an lied on his back staring up at the ceiling.

"Eli.. Give her a break will ya? You're parents are doing the right thing."

"Yeah, Yeah." I drifted off onto his floor and tilted my head back.

"Is she cute?" My eyes grew wide and I grew confused.

"What?"

"You know, Clare, is she cute?" Yes! But I couldn't admit that. Besides she wasn't my type at all. She was to perky and smiley. She wore bright colors. Why would I want her?

"I guess. And you know what I noticed?" Adam shifted on the bed and stared directly at me.

"Hm?"

"You're a desperate." The two of us laughed and playfully punched eachother.

"Hey what time is it?" I could feel Adam get up and look. The way his light body made thumps when he'd move or get up. "Eight-thirty six."

CRAP! Bullfrog was gonna kill me.

"Oh god! I've got to go. Dad's gonna kill me!" I grabbed my black coat and ran out of his room and down the steps. Once I got into the blistering cold air I knew something then hit me.

Was Clare darker than I was? I remembered the sight of the bruises on her legs. It wasn't pleasant. I ran across the yard to Morty and got in him. Trying to breeze home and act as if I were there the whole time.

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My hands pulled the huge oak door open and I grazed my feet across the floor. No one was in sight. Thank god! I pulled my coat off and hung it on the coat rack.

"Where the hell have you been?" A husk and angry voice yelled. My body shook with fright and I twisted slowly around to stare at my father.

"I'm sorry. I lost track of time." His eyes grew mad and he shook his head madly.

"Eli! What did I tell you? Hm? To be home by six. Instead your prancing around with your boyfriend and playing video games and crap! It's unacceptable!" His hands went on both sides of my shoulders and he shook me. Shook me hard.

"You need to pull it together!" He yelled. "And go up and give Clare this envelope. It's our way of saying welcome."

I cautioned my way away from him. Afraid he'd go ballistic on me. I loved the man to death. But at times it would scare me of how he'd talk and act.

The steps creaked with every pound I'd make heading up them. I obnoxiously curved around the corner and headed straight into Clare's room.

When I opened the door "nicely" she was propped on her bed with a laptop in front of her blue orbs.

Her head slightly turned and stared directly at me.

"Oh hi Eli." Her tone was soft and soothing. I handed her the envelope and stuffed my hands in my black skinny jeans. Acting casual.

"It's a welcoming present. I have no idea what's inside. But there you go. Welcome."

"Thanks." I huffed and turned back around. Making my way into my room and closing the door behind. I didn't need to be nice to her. I didn't need to do anything I didn't want to do. I just needed to worry about me and that's it.

(End of Chapter two.)

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