I AM SOOOOOOOO SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN SOOOOO LONG! damn book reports...
Anyways, Enjoy :D
Three. Well I Never Saw That One Coming…
Okay, maybe KC isn't being a pussy. Maybe he's actually serious. But I want to see how serious he gets. If he gets too serious, I'm calling the cops on him.
I looked at Clare. She was close to tears. She came over to me, wrapped her arms tightly around me.
"Nothing is going to happen to me. Clare, I promise you," I put both my hands on her face and kissed her forehead.
"You don't know that. When he was forcing me have sex with him, he held a knife to my throat, knowing I was going to escape. He could do worse to you," her eyes were getting watery. A tear fell on my thumb.
I pulled her as close as I could to my chest.
I felt her heart beat against mine.
"Absolutely nothing is going to happen. To you or me. Nothing."
I picked her up and set her on the dining room table after I pushed the plates back. Our eyes were level. My hands were placed on her hips.
We were silent. We were having a moment. It was a moment I never wanted to end. But unfortunately it had to. She murdered the silence by saying we had to get ready to leave in about an hour. I picked her up and took her up the stairs. She couldn't help but laugh, despite our little situation.
I dropped her on her bed, and she kept her hold on my hand. She didn't want to let go. I didn't either. I wanted to stay with her all day, have her in my arms, to never let her go.
"Eli, I think I'm going to take a quick shower. Can you go back down until I'm done?"
"Sure," I said, and let go of her hand. I walked out, and stood in the doorway. She sat up in her bed and put her and in her hair. She didn't even notice I was still there.
Clare took clothes from her closet and started to walk towards the door. She jumped almost three feet in the air.
"Sorry for scaring you," I smirked at her.
"Go downstairs Elijah," she smirked back.
I walked down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen.
I was not expecting that.
KC was putting another note on the counter. I saw a rectangular shape in his pocket. He caught me staring at it. His face was serious. I stayed completely still.
"How could you do that to her?" I asked, my voice forceful and low. Our eyes locked.
"Clare was mine. She brought you up one day and I knew that she wanted you instead of me. That's when I knew I needed to have sex with her. To change her mind. I told her I wanted to. She refused. I had no choice but to rip her clothes off and tie her hands together and tape her mouth shut. I held a knife to her throat, I knew she was going to escape if I didn't. Then an hour after she broke up with me, you took her from me. I could have saved our relationship," he paused and took out the rectangular shape. It turned out to be a knife. He pinned me against the nearest wall, putting it to my throat. The point started to dig into my flesh.
KC had fire in his eyes. I could feel his rage.
"I'm going to kill your ass right now. Fuck the two weeks. Right now."
He traced the knife down my neck, down my chest, and stopped at my stomach. He cut my shirt open and I felt the coldness of the blade.
I closed my eyes and held my breath, ready for death to take me. I was ready to see The Light.
The only thing on my mind was Clare. If KC kills me, he'll go and hurt her again. I can't let that happen to her.
With that thought, I kicked his shin, he let me go, and I ran upstairs. Clare was walking back from the bathroom to her room in nothing but a towel. She had that what the hell? look on her face. I pushed her into her room and I closed the door behind me. I whispered that KC was here and he almost killed me.
She went into her walk-in closet and changed. When she walked out, KC busted her door down. His knife was in his hand. He pinned me against the nearest wall once again. He took my arm, and sliced through my flesh. Blood went all over my arm, and dripped onto the floor. I yelled out fuck when it sliced through. Clare didn't know what to do.
KC saw her and pinned her against my chest. He did the same thing to her. She screamed in terror. I felt her shaking. I was too.
Then, being the little pussy he is, KC ran away. I looked at my arm. The cut was from my elbow to my wrist. Blood was pouring out. I looked at Clare's arm. Her wrist was only sliced. I took her into her bathroom and put a towel over it. I did the same for me.
"You have to go to the hospital," she whispered.
"And say what? My girlfriend's ex is stalking me and tried to kill me? No. I know how to take care of this."
She shook her head but let me continue on.
I cleaned out both our cuts and wrapped them. I told her to put a long sleeve shirt on to cover it. Clare went to her room to change once again and I sat on the bathroom floor with my head in my hands. I didn't know whether to call the cops on KC or let him go on. If I call the cops, he'll think I'm the pussy. But on the other hand, if I don't call the cops on him he'll most likely kill me.
Fuck. My. Life. Fuck this whole situation. Fuck KC. He should fall down a fucking well. Cutting us like that? He can go to fucking hell for all I care. Fuck him. Go to hell. Fuck him. Go to hell. Go fall down a fucking well KC. No one wants you here.
I felt Clare standing in the doorframe. I felt her hand on my shoulder. I didn't look up. I sat in silence. She crouched down and rested her head on my shoulder. She sat on my lap.
"Clare, he left another note in the kitchen. That's when I caught him." My voice was low.
"Let's go see what it said."
We went down stairs, and looked at the note. The previous note was scribbled out. In black Sharpie it said,
Elijah Goldsworthy,
FUCK YOU.
Great…..
welp...how was it? Kinda short I know. Feedback? If you give me feedback YOU'LL BE MY BEST FRIEND! haha yeah...