Chapter 4: Eli
Images flashed through my mind:The needles. The cigarettes. The cocaine. The bottles on the ground. The tears. The wounds. The pain of fists."It all started with Bullfrog..."
Clare looked at me concerned. "You can tell me. Its okay." Her gentle grey-blue eyes looked at me, mixed with concern, warm smiles, and something hidden there.
"Well, Bullfrog is my dad" My voice quivered and my eyes ran moist. "He beat my mom, and one night when she tried to leave, he decided he would try to beat me too. The reason he beat was... was..." I looked away and sniffed. My eyes stung, and my stomach rose and dived.
"Eli, its okay. You don't have to tell me." I looked back at her. Her eyes were tear-filled also. "But the thing is, I WANT to tell you. I feel like I can trust you. I've never been able to trust someone like this."
She smiled and placed her hand on mine. They were warm. She smiled a warm smile that I saw trust and concern there. It gave me such arouse of confidence I looked at her and said " He beat my mom cause she threatened to tell the police about his drug addiction."
Clare's eyes now drained tears. "Oh, Eli..." She leaned over and hugged me. She burrowed her head into the corner of my neck, and her bouncy amber curls brushed and tickled my chin.
"My mom sends me money every month, cause I wanted to stay. After Julia died." She released me and looked at me with her hope filled eyes. "Who's Julia?"
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After I told Clare about the crash and the fight, I now saw tears running down her face, and a mixed expression. "Eli. That must be terrible." I tried to show her my confidence. "It was, and it still is." Clare bit her cheek, and had the most adorable face on. "So what now?" I looked at her, and whispered in my lowest tone "Who made you cry?" Clare looked at me awkwardly.
She hoffed and turned her head, and placed her hands in her hair and ran them through it. "Stephen." She looked at me and smiled. Then, Christina Perri's "Jar Of Hearts" Suddenly blurred from Clare's pocket. She quickly dashed her hand into her pocket and pulled out a pink flip phone. "Hello? Mom... I'll be home later. No I'm not with Stephen. Bye" She quickly hung up.
Her face was twisted and she was breathing fast. "Your mom?" She nodded. "I don't want to go home." I looked at her with concern, watching her rosy cheeks smile. She looked down with a expression, that was like what you got after eating a lemon.
"You don't have to Clare." She looked at me with a expression, that had a full smile, and rosy cheeks, and bright cheerful eyes. " Really?"
I looked at her with a wild grin, and a hand on her shoulder. "Really." She looked around. "It's Saturday night, right?" I laughed and looked at her, and wiped away a dry tear. "Yes Clare." She smiled. "Can it be like a sleepover?" She laughed a light and care free smile, and I could tell that she didn't get to laugh like that a lot.
"Yes Clare, it CAN be a sleepover." I smiled, and pulled myself out of the chair. I liked the way that the name Clare felt on my lips, and wanted to say it a lot more.
Authors note: Sorry it took so long! I was a little busy! Hope you like it! Leave a review or message me, and give me an idea or if you like this, or find an error, please contact me! Sometimes I need fresh new ideas! :)
