Sorry I lost wi-fi at my house and i wasn't able to post my story. This one is going to be longer then the others and i hope you like it.

Never Ending Love and Misery

Ch, Composed

Clare's POV

God why is it so bright in here? I think as I wake to all of Hell's furry shining in my face. I rub my eyes and feel something moving underneath me. When I lift my head I see Eli's face staring down at me. "Hey you." I say, my voice hoarse.

"Hey." he said, giving a half smile. "How do you feel right now Clare?"

"What why?" I laughed lightly.

"Clare please, just answer the question." I didn't see my boyfriend's annoyingly heatbreaking smirk plastered on his face.

I rolled my eyes but answered anyways. "I feel exhausted. Like I've been sleeping for days, but I was tossing and turning the entire time. Now will you please tell me why my boyfriend is all Mr. Serious?"

Eli took in a breath and let it out slowly, the look on his face said he wasn't sure how to proceed. "Clare how much of last night do you remember?" I started to ask him why again, but he gave me a look I didn't understand so I felt obligated to tell him.

"You picked me up to go to Adam's party, Ali was there and I talked to her for a little while. Then you and I started wandering around the house playing 20 questions. After a while we started kissing and when I tried to go a little further you yelled at me." he winced at that last part but I just continued. "I went into the kitchen to find Ali and." I couldn't remember what happened after that. I felt my expression change the more I tried to remember but I couldn't.

"Clare do you remember anything after that?" he asked as I rubbed my face trying really hard to remember. I shook my head in defeat. As he was telling me what happened I couldn't believe it.

"No. This kind of stuff doesn't happen to me. It just doesn't. I'm Saint Clare, drugs and alcohol and rape don't happen to me." I felt like I was about to implode, but then I looked at Eli. His hands were clinched into tight fists, his knuckles turning white and from just his face you could tell he was in a dark place. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. "He didn't actually rape me right?" I asked, cringing internally at the word rape.

"No, but that bastard still-" I placed my hands on both side of his face until he looked at me.

"Then I'm ok." I interrupted, he everted his eyes away from me. "Eli look at me, I'm fine. See no harm done, Saint Clare is ok." I say uncurling his fists and intertwining our fingers. "I'm not hurt, I'm still a virgin, everything is fine."

He looked up at me, his eyes full of anger and pain. Eventually he gave me a smile and kissed me gently on the forehead. "Would you mind terribly if I went to take a shower?" I asked, feeling gross because I was still in the clother from last night.

"Of corse not. That is if I'm allowed to join you." his smirk told me he was alright again, giving me the ok to leave him for a little bit. It's a good thing I've been helping Eli clean up his room, otherwise I wouldn't be able to hurry up and grab a towel before his parents saw me. Don't get me wrong his parents are great and they let me in there house at any time day or night, I just didn't want them getting the wrong idea.

Just as I walked up to the bathroom door Eli's mom was walking out of it. "Clare." she said in a surprised yet happy tone. "I didn't know you were here."

"Uh, yeah something happened at the party last night and I couldn't really go home." I don't know why I just said that.

"Oh. Well you know you're always welcome here." she laughed. I was very greatful she didn't ask for details about what happened. About half way during my shower images of what happened last night came flowing into my head against my will and the next thing I knew i was sitting on the floor of the shower crying.

Eli's POV

As soon as Clare left the room my smirk was wiped clean off my face. I'm not stupid I know Clare only composed herself because she didn't want me freaking out. Wow you're making her be the one who has to be strong in the relationsihp. You may be angry because of what happened to her, but it actually happened to her. And weather or not she remembers, she still needs to be able to talk about it without you freaking out. the little voice said. Which I knew the voice was right but I still couldn't help the fact that I still wanted to kill that guy for what he did you Clare.

I heard my mom talking to Clare outside the bathroom. Thank God my parents aren't usually ones for asking questions. After what seemed like an eternity Clare came rushing back into my room in nothing but a towel, locking the door behind her. "Clare you okay?" I ask raising my eye brows.

"Yeah." she says, letting out a breath I wasn't sure she knew she was holding.

"Then why did you burst into my bed room like mission impossible?" I ask standing up, trying not to notice my half naked girlfriend standing in my room.

"Because compared to the bathroom I just left, it's really cold in the rest of your house." she running her hand through her wet hair. I wish I could be the one running my fingers through her hair. Feeling her soft skin against mine- "Would it be alright if I barrowed some of your clothes?" she asked interrupting my thoughts.

"What?" I asked like a complete idiot.

"I asked if I could barrow some of your clothes. I don't really wanna go home in the same clothes I left in." she said smiling.

I took me a second but I was finally able to get back to reality. "Yeah, sure. Of corse." I said shaking my head. I handed her a pair black and grey pajama pants, a black long sleeved shirt, and a black hoodie. Wow, way to make her look goth. When I handed them to her I noticed something. "Clare. Why are your eyes red?"

"Because I'm me and got soap in my eyes." she laughed.

I didn't believe her but didn't feel like starting an argument, so I simply began walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" she asked as I reached for the door knob.

"Just into the hallway." I'm trying to do the right thing and not give into temptation.

"Why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So you can get dressed." I reminded her, gesturing towards the clothes on the bed.

She just rolled her eyes and slipped the pants on under the towel, turned around so her back was facing me and took removed the towel completely. Although I couldn't see anything but her bare back, I still couldn't help but stare as she slipped my long sleeve shirt on without her bra. I was barely able to compose myself as she pulled the hoodie over her head.

"What?" she giggled after she turned around. It turns out I wasn't as composed as I thought I was. I won't lie though, I did like seeing her in my clothes. It made me feel like she was mine forever.

"Well for starters I think you look absolutely adorable in black." I laughed, walking over to her and wrapping my arms around her waist. "And I also just wanted to say very daring blue eyes. Very daring."

"If that's daring then wait until I do a little something else." she says as she turns around to face me

"What are you planning Edwards?" I ask suspicously.

As I'm going over different options in my head she get's a very seductive look on her face. "Just this." she whispers just before crashing her lips into mine. I took me a second to kiss back because, well in all honesty I wasn't expecting that much intensity that quickly from her. When I pulled back ever so slightly to breath she takes that oppertunity to stick her toung in my mouth. Seeing as I'm usual the one who make the first move when it comes to involvement of our toungs this all but knocked me on my ass with shock.

And as if to send me into cardiac arrest, she started to move me over towards the bed and had me laying down. She slid her hands under my shirt to feel my chest, almost making a moan escape me, but lucky me I stopped it just before it came out. I couldn't help myself from running my hands down the back of her thighs. I felt her smirk and couldn't stop from smirking along with her.

Well that is until I found out why she was smirking. With a giggle Clare backed away, "I'm gonna call Ali so she knows I'm okay." she giggled walking over to my dresser so she could grab my phone. When she finished making her phone call, I was still sitting on the bed with my mouth hanging open like an idiot. "What?" she sitting on the bed next to me. "I told you I'd be daring."

Okay what is wrong with your girlfriend?