(Okay. A bunch of stuff. Im sorry for not writing at all in the last two months. i dont know if anyone cares or anything, but yea. i sortof got in a shit-ton of family trouble, which ended up with me with no computer or phone access. i just recently got part of my life back. and yea. school started, so ill be getting that comp back[the one i usually type my shit on] and yea. summers over, school sucks. so ill be writing whenever i can i know this chapters short, no joke, got my comp back yesterday, so i wrote and then yea.. i like venting through this story, and i hope at least a few people enjoy. anyhow, im just ranting. chapter 4, after month of anxious[or nonchalant] waiting. ta-da.)
I haven't owned degrassi. i don't own degrassi. i will never own degrassi.
The Only Hope For Me is You Alone
Chapter Four. Teenagers
Eli and Clare walked up the steps in the dim glow emanating from the lights lining the street. Their hands were intertwined, Clare's knuckles white from the steel grip she had on Eli's hand. He hated that he was making her do this, but he couldn't let her stay at his house without resolving this first, he simply didn't know what Helen would do. She could range from not being able to caring less to accusing him off kidnapping. And regardless of how this went, Clare was coming back with him. He stopped at the door with Clare trailing him, hiding behind him as a shy, young child might try to do. He motion to the doorbell with his head and Clare widening her eyes in response. Sighing with grim resignation, she pressed the glowing button and pulled back her hand quickly as if expecting it to bite. Eli put a comforting arm around her shoulders, and pulled her unwillingly out of her hiding space to standing slightly in front of him.
They're gonna clean up their looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
A gaunt woman pulled open the door partly, placing herself in the only space between the door and the frame. Her eyes were a steel blue and her mousey hair was streaked with grey. She was wearing a pale outfit, matching blouse and skirt, with lavender flowers dotting the pale gray cloth. Her face betrayed no emotion, but the dark bags under her eyes set off an aura of exhaustion around her. "You", she flung the work like a spear at Eli. Her glance shifted to her daughter for a moment, but she spared the force of her glare for Eli. Clare flinched and cringed away from the door, but Eli met the woman's furious glare with one of his own, his emerald eyes flickering dangerously. Finally her gaze fell solely on Clare, and she spoke with no passion in her voice, "To your room. Now." Head ducked, Clare began with small steps through the now clear path into the house. Eli grabbed her arm with a strong yet gentle grip, his eyes not leaving the face of the woman who stood before him. Moving back, Clare shifted her weight uncomfortably from side to side, keeping her head down trying to cover the glances she stole at her mothers face.
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
So this was the woman Clare called her mother. Eli had never really had a conversation with the woman, much less gotten to know her. He knew for certain she had never liked him, and this event would surely do nothing more than add fuel to the fire of reasons she had to dislike him. But then again, if this was the way she acted and behaved, he wasn't sure he would have wanted to know her. Eli looked at Clare briefly, telling her silently to stay. She looked dejectedly at the ground, confusion and frustration with the situation showing itself across her face. Seeing Clare standing motionless, Helen's eyes widened with surprise and anger and she spoke, he voice heightening with anger at the loss of control in the situation, "Excuse me?". Eli's, voice stayed even and rational, but at the edge of his voice those listening could hear the strain to keep control of the building anger, "Clare has some issues that you two need to discuss, I am here to… let us say moderate… your discussion." Ignoring her protests he continued in a fluid voice, "and if you have and issues with that… well there isn't much you can do now is there?" Mouth pursed she glared at him, and in no attempt to keep the act of calm up, she motioned inside with her hand, the other gripping the door with white knuckles. Eli forced his signature smirk to cross his face, despite his discomfort with putting Clare in this position.
Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
Helen walked into the dining room, and with motions lacking grace pulled out a chair and sat heavily in it. Eli pulled out a chair across the table from her for Clare then pulled out the one beside it for himself. Sitting down and weaving his fingers together he looked at Helen who sat expressionless. She spoke as Clare sat, "And what do you expect to gain from coming here." Clare looked at Eli cautiously and then began to speak, fumbling over her words, them being nothing more than meaningless stuttering to fill the silence. Cutting her off suddenly, Eli spoke harshly, "What did you do to her." Confusion flickered across her face, followed by rage at the accusation, "What do you mean 'what did I do to her', and what makes you think you have any right to talk like this to me about my daughter?". "I think I have every right, I care more about her then you do, and like you said, she's your daughter", sarcasm dripped from his voice with the last words. "Of course I care about here, why do you think I would try to keep her away from people like you?" she sat back, spite written across her expression.
They said all
Teenagers scare
The living shit out of me
They could care less
As long as someone will bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone
But not me
Clare sat back, biting her lip hard enough that the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. This fight was her fault. Just like always, wasn't it? Eli and her mother, fighting over her. Why did she even tell Eli? She knew exactly how it would end; he would try to be overprotective and dramatic. She told everyone he scared her, that she hated his possessiveness, but how could she hate it when it was the only attention she got? Now they were fighting over her, and she couldn't even tell Eli the whole truth, even though it wasn't her fault. "Shut Up! Shut the Hell Up!" Clare screeched, pounding her fists heavily on the table. The meaningless insults and constant petty arguments from both Eli and her mother ceased, both of them sitting in shocked silence. "You know Exactly what the Hell he's Talking about. My goddamn black eye. The one you Goddamn gave me." Clare stood suddenly, throwing the chair crashing backwards. Storming into the kitchen, Eli and Helen followed her, still in a shocked silence. She threw open the freezer, grabbing something from the bottom shelves. She held up a half empty bottle of vodka, the glass fogging from the temperature change in the air from the freezer to her hand. Eli stood back and let the events sink in slowly, while Helen stood with shock fading into astonishment, and fear. Clare walked over to the sink, wearing a forced, cruel smile, and expression Eli had never seen her wear before. Still staring at Helen, she turned the bottle over, the fiery liquid swirling down the sink.
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
Yer never gonna fit in much kid
But if your troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
Stopping with a little bit left in the bottle, Clare looked at in for a moment, then put the freezing bottle to her lips, and leaned her head back, the shimmering liquid disappearing into her mouth. Forcing herself to swallow, she grimaced, then shivered. Helen dropped to the floor, her feet sliding and her back hitting the door of the cupboard she fell against. Eli stood frozen, his eyes glued to Clare. Tears leaked down her cheeks as she dropped the empty bottle to the ground. The bottle shattered into sparkling pieces, the shards hitting the ground besides the teardrops. Eli jumped forward, his combat boots crunching on the glass, and grabbed Clare. Leading her out the door he stopped, and looked at Helen, still on the ground, a blank expression gracing her face. "Get help", He said with no emotion as he walked out the door, Clare sobbing and pulling away from him.
They said all
Teenagers scare
The living shit out of me
They could care less
As long as someone will bleed
So darken your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone
But not me
(im sorry i didn't write more. i promise i will next time. maybe after i get some sleep. sleep is hard to come by x.x im posting it now, before i re-read it, decide it's bullshit, and delete it. i hope you enjoyed. i love you all. maybe not you all, but.. im trying to be nice and fair xD hope you enjoyed? oh. sorry about my potty-mouth, bad words. if anyone has a problem or such? oh well. ranting again. buhbye. WAIT WAIT WAIT. as far as the new degrassi/clare/jake/eli/imogen/crap? although i am watching the new episodes, untill something worthwhile occurs, it is not being part of my writing. is crap.)
