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CLARE POV
To be honest, I'm terrified about going home. It has been almost a year since I ran away. I'm starting to wonder if my parents forgot about me, they never even tried calling me. Maybe I shouldn't go back…
"Eli, stop the car." I said breaking the silence. "Why? Is something wrong? Is your side hurting?" He had that worried look in his eyes. "Just stop the car!" I yelled. I started to breathe really fast and my heart began pumping harder. Eli pulled the hearse into a rest stop and parked. He took off his seatbelt and wrapped his arms around me. "Clare, I think you are having a panic attack. You need to calm down," He rocked me back and forth, "just take a deep breath and let it out."
I did as I was told and started to relax, "Thanks…" I trailed off, a little embarrassed. "Anytime, do you need help?" was he serious? Is he saying I need psychiatric help? "Excuse me?" I hissed. "It would be good for you. This is only your second one so maybe you don't; I'm not going to make you go." He pleaded.
"What do you know about panic attacks? It's probably just something I picked up from being stabbed. It'll pass." I shook my head and stared out the window, Eli was still holding me tight. "When Julia died, I had them all the time. But now, now I'm fine. Do you want to know when they stopped?" He explained. "Let me guess, when you got 'help'?" He shook his head and smirked, "When I met you."
My heart melted at his words.
I blushed and pushed my lips to his in a passionate kiss. He grazed my bottom lip with his tongue; I opened my mouth with his and our tongues battled. He won as usual, but I was fine with that. He was the first to pull away; my lips were still tingling from his kisses. "Now, could you maybe tell me, what caused the panic attack?" He raised his eyebrows out of curiosity. "I was thinking, what if my parents don't want me home? I mean, they never even tried to get a hold of me. Let alone look for me…" I looked at my lap.
"Clare, maybe they thought if running away is what you wanted, then let you be?" He offered. I nodded understanding what he meant. He kissed my cheek then slid back over to the driver's seat and started Morty up and pulled onto the interstate. "So, tell me, where exactly are we going?" I didn't really give him the name of my hometown, just the direction. "OH! New market, Ontario." I giggled a little at my forgetfulness.
I looked at him and he looked a little bit awestruck. "What's wrong?" he turned toward me and smirked his devilish crooked smile, "I'll tell you later." I gave him a funny look and decided that I will find out sooner or later.
ELI POV
I can't believe Clare is from New market! She never said anything before. Now we can stop and meet my parents too…