Kill the Lights
Every prince in a fantasy.
The witch is inside of me.
Her poison will wash away the memory.
Chapter Three
"Clare Edwards, you lied!" My best friend with long blonde locks and a face of innocence yelled. I wanted to roll my eyes at her, but I knew that'd cause far more issues than I wanted to get into today.
"No…I just left some aspects of the truth out." I murmured, trying to defend myself. I hadn't lied, completely. Okay, well maybe I did a little. But it was for the best right? No one would get in trouble. Especially that green eyed, dark hair – I needed to stop thinking about that boy. I didn't even know him and I probably wouldn't ever see him again. Which wasn't a problem, it's not like I had been thinking of him constantly or anything. No. Definitely not.
"Clare, that's lying and you know it." Becky Baker said as she crossed her arms, disapprovingly. I had told her the story thinking she'd understand but her holier than now attitude of course wouldn't allow her to just give me the benefit of the doubt.
"Okay so maybe I lied…but it won't happen again." I said, mostly trying to convince myself not to do it again. "I already asked God for forgiveness, and that's who really matters, right?" I asked, trying to twist things around. In order a win an argument with Becky, bringing up God and how his opinion was the only one that really mattered was a deal breaker.
Becky pursed her lips and paused, looking down then back at me. She sighed, defeated at our disagreement. "You have a point." She finally spoke, I smiled in accomplishment.
"Thank you." I said softly in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"I just care about you, Clare. I just don't want you to make a habit of lying. Lying is a sin." Becky stated, then looked at me as though she was peering into my soul. "And we are not sinners." She said, I nodded in agreement.
"Definitely not." I stated, "I just couldn't go without telling you, you are my best friend." I told her, even though she knew this. I just wanted to point it out. Her pink lips smiled widely, happy that I'd stated the obvious.
"Your secret's safe with me, Clare Bear." She grinned, "I'm so glad we're best friends." She said and I nodded in agreement. Becky Baker might've been a stuck up Christian who felt she needed to preach the word of God, even to the preacher's daughter. But she was my best friend and she did mean well. I just knew it.
"Thanks for understanding." I said softly, she nodded and grabbed me, pulling me in for a hug. I hugged her back and smiled, enjoying the company of my best friend.
Later that week after school I exited the building. I wore my uniform which consisted of a white blouse and a red plaid knee-length skirt. I attended a small Christian school, I'd been going here since I was small. It felt like home, in some sort of a weird way.
I wandered out of the building. I always walked home, I only lived a few blocks from my school and ever since my mom and dad began bickering constantly they both decided to work more hours in order to stay away from each other. But part of me thought that it was a way to get away from me as well. I knew both my parents loved me, but I was a representation of their love and I knew it irritated them.
I put in my headphones and began listening to my Christian pop songs. I wasn't allowed to listen to any music besides Christian, my parents didn't want the singing of nonchristian related things to "poison" my mind. Those were more of my dad's words though, my mom never really said a thing about what I could or couldn't listen to. But I wasn't a rebel, so I did as they said.
I walked past an alley way, but this time was different. I felt a cold hand grab my wrist and yank me into the alley so quickly I didn't even have time to manage a scream.
The strange ripped my headphones out of my ears, causing me to mutter in pain. It was dark but still light enough to see. He had shaggy brown hair and evil eyes. I bit my lip.
"Well aren't you cute?" He asked with a smile, he backed me up against a wall, his hands on either side of me so I couldn't escape.
"Wh-who are you?" I asked, shaking. He laughed in my face, his breath reeked of some sort of alcohol.
"Fitz." He answered smugly. "Better remember that name, babygirl. Because you'll be screaming it soon." He said with a chuckle. I quivered.
"If-if it's money you want, I-I think I have a few dollars." I offered, looking down, not in his eyes. He scared the deepest depths of me.
"I don't want your money, Christian bitch." He said, my eyes snapped up at his when he muttered the foul word. "I want you." He said as his hand traveled up leg and under my skirt. I slapped his hand away and watched his expression change to anger, I regretted slapping his hand as hard as I did, but I didn't regret saving myself from being touched inappropriately, especially by the likes of him.
"Oh. So you don't want to play?" He asked me, mocking my scared expression, I felt my eyes water, his face was so close to mine. "Too fucking bad." He whispered in my ear, I felt my blood run cold through my veins. And suddenly his lips were pressed against mine, forcefully, not caring if he was hurting me – which he was. I tried to fight back, butt he had a tight grip on my wrists, I kicked and screamed in his mouth, but it only came out muffled. This was it. My first kiss, except unlike most teenage girls first kisses, mine wasn't consensual and it was with a drunk boy who was most likely going to take advantage of me.
I gasped when he pulled away, he smiled sinisterly at me. "Fighting will only make things worse, babygirl. Just shut your mouth and let me fuck you." He growled, I felt my eyes water up with tears, I didn't want this. I didn't want to be here. I just wanted to be in my room, studying the Bible and listening to the Barlow Girls.
"Please stop…." I whimpered as his hand slowly moved up my leg and thigh, I braced myself as he was about to touch my most sensitive place of innocence, but before he did a husky voice echoed through the alley way.
"Fitz." The voice boomed. The drunk creepy boy known as Fitz loosened his grip on me and looked in the direction of the voice. Out from the darkness of the alley appeared a figure, it was blurry, I couldn't see well due to my tears.
"What the hell do you want, Golds?" Fitz asked, anger that his plan had been interrupted. The figure was only a few feet from us now.
"I want you to let her go." The voice hissed, Fitz rolled his eyes at the figure.
"Funny." He muttered, "You don't know this bitch, so don't worry about it." Fitz said, tightening his grip on my wrists again, I gasped.
"Doesn't matter, let her go." The figure said. "Or you'll regret it." The voice growled, this threat hit Fitz. He dropped my wrists, I fell to the ground in shock. I was scared to move, scared that if I moved something tragic would happen. So I sat against the wall with my knees in my chest. I wiped my eyes.
"Is that a threat, Golds?" Fitz asked, getting closer to the figure, standing his ground.
"It's a promise actually." The figure said, then my eyes began to adjust to the light and I saw the figure that'd saved me. The green eyed boy from the church.
"Oh so now you think you're hot shit or something, Golds?" Fitz asked, but didn't let him answer. "I outta knock your teeth out right here for threating you." Fitz hissed.
The green eyed boys lips formed a sick smirk. But though it was a twisted smile, it was beautiful…like the smirk he'd given me at the church when he allowed me to go free.
"Now Fitzy, you wouldn't want to do anything to fuck up that probation of yours." The green eyed boy retorted. "You know I have ways of making things even worse for you." He said with that smug smirk. Fitz's tough act slowly went away. He looked at the green eyed boy somberly but a slight bit of worry in his eyes.
"…Fuck you, fuck this." Fitz said and turned and stomped off. "She's not even that pretty." He said, referring to me. I didn't even take that as an insult. Nothing matter coming from a scum like him. When Fitz was gone, I turned and looked at the green eyed boy. He was looked at me, and I felt myself blush like some sort of school girl with a crush.
I waited for him to say something. Anything. But he didn't, instead he turned and walked away. I bit my lip, as much as I wanted to chase after him, something told me he didn't want to talk. So instead I got up and brushed my skirt off. I took a deep breath and headed for home. Once I arrived home, I went into my room. When my parents came home, I told them nothing of what happened. I wanted to keep the green eyed boy a secret.
I knew I wanted to talk to him or at least thank him….this boy kept showing up when I needed him. And I felt like it had to be more than just a coincidence.
I wanted his name. I intended on finding out next time I saw him….if I ever even saw him again. This boy was something more than he appeared. It was as though he was my green eyed savior.
I hadn't seen the green eyed boy in quite a while. I hadn't had anything interesting happen either. It seemed like danger and the green eyed boy ran hand and hand. And all I knew about him was he seemed to have the nickname of "Golds". But that really didn't help me whatsoever. It was as though the green eyed boy had become a side obsession of mine. When I wasn't praying or studying the Bible, I was thinking about this "Golds" and why he saved me. Twice. I didn't know him and he didn't know me. So why would we save me two times? I was so confused and I just wanted to know who he was.
I sat at the counter of The Dot. I ordered a cold hot chocolate and sipped it. I glanced around, so many teens from my school and the Degrassi public school down the road were here. After all it was a Friday. As my mind wandered, I heard the roaring of an engine. I spun around in my barstool and saw it. I saw him. Green eyed savior.
I promised myself next time I would talk to him. I couldn't back out now. I'd hate myself for it. I stood up from the stool and faked any confidence I had and made my way outside. The green eyed boy was adjusting something on his bike. I walked up behind him and took a breath. Here goes nothing.
I tapped his shoulder and he turned. Those green orbs meeting mine.
"H-Hi." I managed to choke out, he looked at me curiously.
"Church girl, hello." He said, emotionlessly. I was about to break right then and there. Something about him made me so nervous but I liked it.
"Um, I, uh, just wanted to thank you for saving me. Twice." I said in almost a whisper, I didn't meet his eyes. I couldn't. They pierced my mind.
The green eyed boy smiled weakly and nodded, "Don't mention it." He said, then his smile faded. I looked back, fiddling with my bracelet nervously.
"Anything else?" He asked, I was just standing there, secretly freaking out.
I looked down then back up at him. "Your name." I said, softly.
He raised an eyebrow, "My name?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yes. I-I mean you saved me twice, I might as well know my savior's name." I said softly, I heard him chuckle. It wasn't in a mean way, it was in an actual amused way.
"I've been called a lot of things, church girl. But a savior is definitely the first." He said with that smirk I'd grown so fond of. I smiled a little, not knowing what to say.
"I like your smile, church girl." He stated, "It looks good on you." He added in almost a whisper, I felt my cheeks burn with redness.
"Th-thank you." I said, sincerely, as my eyes met his. He nodded.
"No need to thank me or blush for that matter." He said with a smile, I smiled back and felt as though maybe I'd been missing something without having him around.
"Um, so, do you maybe want to go walk around the park or something?" I finally got the courage to ask him something that involved us being somewhat alone in public. All of my courage disappeared when his smile turned into a shaking of his head.
"Hate to break it to you, dear, but this is not the start of some friendship." He said, no emotion in his voice. No sadness as to crushing all of my hopes.
I bit my lip, nervously. "Did I say something wrong? I- I'm so sorry if I did." I began to panic, he silenced me by moving his finger over my lips. It smelled of cigarettes, like the rest of himself.
He shook his head, "People like you and I can't be friends." He stated. "I'm a reckless loner who gets off on the thought of danger." He explained, "And you're just some church girl who stays in her comfort zone." He said, I felt so lame when he said that. Mostly because it was completely true.
"Oh." I managed to say, I think he saw the hurt on my face because he looked sad. But only for a moment.
"Sorry sweetie, but the truth hurts." He said, as he brushed a curly behind my ear. I knew he was probably right. He wouldn't be the best choice of friends. But I couldn't give up on this. I couldn't give up on us.
The spikey haired boy from the church interrupted us, his was holding onto some tan skinned girl who had a low cut shirt on. They approached us.
"Dude, there's a party tonight." He said, with an excited smile. Green eyes glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Where at?" Green eyes asked.
"My place, that's where." The tan skinned girl said as she flipped her long dark hair. "My rents are gone for the weekend and I decided to have a night filled with alcohol and dancing." She smiled. Green eyes nodded.
"And sex, don't forget sex." The spikey haired boy chimed in, the tan girl giggled and kissed him. "Of course Drew baby." She said.
Suddenly the spikey haired boy, now known as Drew noticed me. Finally. And looked at green eyes curiously. "Who's this?" Drew asked.
I looked at green eyes, he looked at me then back at Drew. "No one." He said, blankly. I looked down, fighting the urge to be sad. I was no one to him. Wonderful.
"Well for 'no one' she sure is pretty." The tan girl said, I expected them to treat me cruelly, since green eyes obviously didn't care to be around me. But I was surprised. I looked up at the tan girl and smiled. "Thank you, you're pretty too." I said softly. She was pretty.
The tan girl giggled, "Aw, you're sweet!" She chimed, Drew smiled at me as though he was trying to tell me that complimenting his girlfriend was a definite way to be okay in his book. "I'm Ali, FYI." The tan girl said and put her hand out to shake, I took it and shook it and smiled. "Clare." I said softly, I glanced up at green eyes, he didn't look too thrill to see that his friends had taken a liking to me.
"Clare. That's so elegant and cute, totally fits you!" Ali exclaimed, I couldn't help but smile and thank her. "So, Clare, do you want to come party with us tonight? You don't have to bring anything. I mean, unless you're picky about bringing your own booze." Ali said.
"That's not really her scene." Green eyes said, as if he spoke for me or something. Yeah, clearly a party with alcohol and burnouts wasn't my cup of tea. And yes, as nice as Ali was I was going to decline her generous offer. But something came over me. Green eyes had made it clear that he knew all about me and my ways. Or at least he thought he did. I decided to be bold and do something to surprise him. He was clearly the face of a thrill and maybe his wild side was rubbing off on me or something but what I did next still even surprised me honestly.
"Actually Ali, I would love to come." I said with a smile, Ali smiled back. I glanced at green eyes, his expression looked shocked and maybe a little amused or maybe I was just hoping that it did.
"Really? Awesome!" Ali grinned and clapped her hands. She took out a hot pink iPhone from her pocket and handed it to me. "Put your number in and I'll text you the details and shit later." Ali smiled, I took her phone and typed in my name and number.
"Yay! Tonight will be such fun. See you later, Clare!" Ali squealed and blew me a kiss as her and Drew wandered off and down the street, leaving green eyes and I alone.
"So, was that just your way of showing me up or something?" Green eyes asked, not amused now. I took a breath and shrugged.
"Maybe." I said, "Or maybe you don't know as much as you think about me." I said, even surprising myself with that reply. Before I ran out of courage though, I quickly walked away. I don't know that compelled me to suddenly be so brave, but I liked it.
Maybe just being around the green eyed boy gave me the confidence to be a little wild or maybe I just wanted to impress him. Either way, I kinda liked it. But I knew that things wouldn't get out of hand. No. I just thought maybe for once I could use a little escape.
Next chapter is the party chapter ;D
What will happen? Nothing major, I mean it's Saint Clare, right? :p
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