Clare's POV.
Eli made us dinner it was a little under cooked, but I didn't mind. It shouldn't be able to hurt me, well at least I don't think so. Eli and I had this whole vomiting fiasco earlier, but we were better now and I back to him being a comfort not a fear. Eli still seems to hate himself for my nightmare and I feel so bad. Every time he beats on himself my stomach does flips.
I've thrown up twice because of his lack of self-esteem
and his painful shame.
"Eli"
"Huh?"
"It's okay."
"What?"
"You I don't hate you."
Eli got up and left the table and hugged me, I was breathless.
Eli's POV.
I guess I'm not that bad of a person, Clare doesn't hate me for what I did. I cleaned up the dishes. I grabbed Clare and took her to the room, it was already 11:00 P.M.
"Clare-bear time for bed..."
" Awe, but why?"
She gave me the puppy eyes.
"Fine we'll watch T.V."
"Yay!"
Clare always gets her way. We snuggled together and she fell asleep.
"Sleep well my sweet."
Next morning
I woke up to my alarm, I shut it off and rolled over to snuggle with Clare but she wasn't there.
"Clare?"
"Urrgh?"
"CLARE!"
Clare was bent over the bed puking into my trashcan.
She stopped vomiting long enough to move her to the bathroom, then she continued her upchuck. I dumped the trash can into a different toilet. I ran to my room's bathroom and there was Clare spilling her innards into the toilet.
"Clare, what's wrong? You're not pregnant right?"
"How c-could I be preg-"
She puked.
"W-We didn't even have-"
"Okay, whatever the problem I'll take care of you."
Clare's POV.
I know why I was puking, food poisoning from the undercooked chicken. I couldn't tell Eli his food gave me food poisoning he would beat himself more.