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Chapter 7

CPOV

Life sucked. Period.

Well now I knew what Steven had been doing behind my back. I had walked in on my boyfriend and a long legged blonde in a very compromising position.

Now I knew that my mother was nothing but a dirty liar since my dad was alive when she said he had been dad for the last 15 years.

Now I knew I had a whole family I never knew about. A whole family I could have been a part of and loved by.

And now I knew I had trashed my car completely. I was sitting in a ditch in my car because I had lost control on these damn wet slippy roads, also the fact that I couldn't see for all the tears.

Yea Life sucked. And I still couldn't stop crying.

Why me? What did I do? Did I force Steven into cheating on me by being a crappy girlfriend? Was I a crappy daughter to my dad so that he let me go?

Did I bite Quil when I was younger or something to make him hate me and not want to talk to me?

I curled up in m seat content to never move again. That is until I felt something warm and firm around my waist and pull me towards a hard and hot surface.

"It's going to be okay Claire." He whispered into my hair.

I knew who that was. The hammering of my heart told me so.

"Quil" I sobbed.

He held me tighter and rubbed my back and hair soothing me and making me feel better. I knew that this wasn't the first time that he had comforted me.

I could only hope it wouldn't be the last. I didn't like that thought, not one little bit. He was probably married by now, maybe even had kids. It was more than likely considering he was perfection. But damn that didn't stop me from wanting him to always be there.

My sobs lessened slightly. "Claire what happened?" He asked in a soothing tone.

"St-Steven. He-he and my mum. Here. Ev-everything!" He soothed me again until every other word wasn't distorted by my mangled sobs.

He pulled back and looked me in the eye. I stared at his gentle brown eyes willing them to belong to me, to only ever belong to be and be mine.

I erased the thought again and realised I was clinging to him. "sorry" I mumbled as I made to move away.

"It's fine Claire." The way he said my name gave me more pleasure than it should have.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked. I did, I wanted to tell him everything. From tonight and finding my boyfriend cheating on me and a whole family I never knew. I wanted to tell him how I'd been miserable my whole life.

"It's been a long time coming." Was all I said. I gave him a weak and feeble half smile.

"What has?"

"My breakdown."

"What? Why?" The pain in his voice made my heart ache.

"I've been pretending my whole life Quil, pretending that I was happy or even content. Always pretending with everything. I don't even know why. I think I'm incapable of feeling complete happiness." I murmured looking out the windscreen

His response was to hold me tighter so that my head was against his chest as I looked out.

"I'm so sorry Claire."

"What are you sorry for Quil? It's not your fault. My problem doesn't even make sense!"

"But… I should have got you back, somehow. I, I shouldn't have let you go."

"That still doesn't mean it's your fault that my mother is a liar, my father is actually alive when I was led to believe otherwise and that my boyfriend, or ex is a nasty cheater."

"He what?" Quil stiffened. I looked back at him his eyes had hardened taken over by fury.

"Hmmm?"

"Your ex-boyfriend cheated on you?"

"Yea, this evening, probably even before that actually. Scumbag." I said calmly. I wasn't as upset that he had done it as I probably should have been.

"Why aren't I devastated Quil?" I asked him trying to understand. "Why do I only feel that he's betrayed my trust in our friendship and not in our relationship? Why couldn't I be in love with him and love him all at once?" I looked up at him he seemed surprised but he understood too. "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you Claire, nothing at all. He wasn't right for you; you knew that, you always have. He didn't ever deserve you to begin with." His sincerity was clearly shown in his eyes even if I hadn't detected it in his voice

"Thank you Quil. But that still doesn't explain why I'm so barren of emotion." The tears welled up and I despised myself for wallowing in self pity but I had never told anyone, never even voice this aloud. Quil looked at me to continue, so I did.

"Its just, ah, this won't make sense to you. At home, with my own mother, it wasn't enough. It isn't enough, something is missing, something of mine isn't there. I've lost something Quil, something I need."

"I know how you feel Claire because I feel the same way…" I knew there was something he wasn't telling me but I didn't mind. "Come on, let's get you home."

"Eh, how? How did you get here?"

I stared at him now calm, he was only wearing a pair of cut offs and had no car with him for I didn't see any headlights.

"I, err ran?" I stared at him "And we'll get this car out of the ditch for a start." He smiled. Before I knew it he was out of the car. He told me to start the engine while he pushed. I thought he was crazy to think that he could push the car away without any help but mere seconds later the car wasn't tilted anymore.

When he climbed back in I remained in the driver's seat. He didn't look very please at this but said nothing.

"So you want a lift to Emily's or do you want me to leave you home?" I asked him

"Aren't you coming with me?" Yes, to the ends of the world if you want.

"No." I said simply.

We had already touched the border of La Push and I only realised how that this was where I was heading coming from Stevens, not to the highway or even to a hotel.

"You have to Claire. You have to."

"Quil, it's not my place to impose on Emily and her family."

"You're family Claire. So you are not, and never could impose."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do I, Claire, your dad is there. He needs to see you."

"Why?"

"God, Claire! Why do you think? He needs to see his only child that he's missed for fifteen years."

We were outside Emily's now and I looked at him slightly confused.

"You think he didn't want you. Don't you?" It was more of a statement so I didn't bother answering. Denial was pointless even if I didn't completely believe what he said.


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