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KILLED BY AN ANGEL-CHAPTER 7
"If you share your pain you cut it in half, if you don't you double it."
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
"So, he put you in bed, cleaned you up and slept with his arms around you all night?" Alli asked, repeating what I just told her for the fifth time.
I smiled, my cheeks blushing from just remembering the memory and Alli said, "You should dump Fitz and go out with this guy Clare. I mean, yeah he might be a little off sometimes because of the whole thing he went through, but, besides that he sounds like a pretty nice guy."
"Alli, you know I can't break up with Fitz. What I'm thinking about, is just a fantasy..." I whispered, glancing up at her with teary eyes.
My coffee had turned cold since it had been sitting in front of me for nearly an hour as Alli protested, "Why the hell not Clare?"
"B-because Alli, Fitz is the only guy that will ever...care about me or actually love me," I whispered while flipping my bangs out of my eyes.
Alli laughed, sitting back in her seat across from my desk and said, "You're being ridiculous Clare. You have to let go of Fitz because you and I both know that you don't love him!"
"I-I do," I whispered, glaring down at my schedule book beneath my hands.
Alli slammed her hand on my desk and ordered, "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you truly love Fitz, with all your heart."
I gulped, my throat dried up and my head shot to the door when I heard a gentle knock.
"E-Eli, what are you doing here?" I asked, my tone alarmed because I couldn't recall if he had an appointment today since I was still in shock about how he drove me to my work this morning because my foot still hurt.
He smirked and stuttered, "I-I ugh, um, was wondering if you had time to fit in a quick appointment."
Alli glanced at me, grinned devilishly and before I could tell him anything, Alli interjected and said, "Of course Eli, have a seat."
Eli walked in slowly, holding the door open for Alli as she left and then he stood before my desk.
"You can sit down Eli," I told him and he smirked, "Thanks."
When he took a seat, we sat for a few minutes in silence until he spoke, "I had a bad dream last night...at your house."
I didn't need to say anything as Eli continued on his own, for the first time, "I was uh-um, in this room...in a room up in the tower. T-there was this lady and...she was with child."
A tear was forming in my eyes as he glared off at a pencil on my desk in order to keep himself concentrated, "There were flames between us. S-she was screaming at me, begging for me to help her. I tried Clare, I tried so hard..."
"Relax, take a deep breath," I told him, noticing his chest was rising up and down erratically as tear drops fell from his eyes.
After two minutes had passed, he took a deep breath and said, "The flames were so hot Clare...I couldn't..."
His heart must have skipped five beats because the amount of tears being shed and the way his chest was rising up and down too quickly for his body to handle he whimpered, "I have to go Clare. S-sorry I bothered you."
"Eli, wai-," When I went to grab his arm he turned around and gulped, "Let me go, please."
I nodded and I gently let his arm go as he whispered, "Thank you."
With that, he had vanished from my sight.
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
My mother stared at me as I stood, my teary eyes glaring at her cloudy green eyes.
"I thought you were going to Clare to talk to her, what happened?" Cece asked while handing me the white board and I shook my head, smiling and placing the board back on the table.
Back at Clare's office, I had a meltdown.
I lied to Clare, I lied and told her that nightmare happened at her apartment.
But, it didn't.
I only have those nightmares when I'm not around her and it scares me, not to be around her, because every time I shut my eyes without Clare near me, my heart races and my lungs tighten. Then, usually what follows, is a nice strong panic attack.
Cece glanced at me and I whispered plainly, "I'm in love with her mom."
Cece cleared her throat, tears streaming down her eyes knowing that her son had spoken to her for the first time in one year. She smiled, tears dripping in between her lips as she wiped the excess tears falling onto her jacket.
"Oh sweetie," I wrapped my arms around my mother and cried.
I cried knowing that Clare would never feel the same way that I feel about her, I cried because I was scared that no matter what I'll do...I could never convince her to love me back.
"She'll never love me back," I whispered in her ear as she rubbed my back and I gripped onto her body tighter.
I shook my head as Cece whispered, "If she doesn't, then she's missing out on a chance to be with the most amazing man in the world."
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
"So, you take me out to see a movie and now what...a carnival? A circus? An amusement park?" I asked Fitz as he wrapped his arm around me and I leaned my head on his shoulder, as we walked to his car.
"Anything you want to do Clare, it's your night," he said while opening the door for me as I leaned on Fitz's shoulder while lowering into the passenger seat.
I hissed lowly when my foot bent and I swear I could feel a tiny tear in the stitches as Fitz sat behind the steering wheel.
"So, it's your call. Where to buckaroo?" He asked, nudging my elbow playfully.
I smiled and asked, "How about we go out to eat somewhere?"
"Seriously Clare?" He asked pathetically, as if I was asking him to climb the fucking leaning tower of Pisa for me.
I nodded and said, "Please. I haven't eaten all day at the office and you didn't want to get popcorn, please. I can pay for it too; you don't have to pay a dime, as usual..."
"It's not about the money Clare," Fitz sighed, gripping the wheel aggravatingly.
"Then what is it about Fitz?" I asked him, tears threatening to stream down my eyes and I felt my throat tighten up from my heart that began to race erratically.
Fitz sighed, rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Let's just...go back to your place."
"No Fitz, you're not coming back to my apartment, I'm going back to my house and...I'm walking without you," I said opening the door as he gripped my hand forcefully, pulling me back inside his car.
"We can just go back to your house and then just have some time to ourselves," he said while kissing my hand as I tried to hold back the tears that had already been rolling down my cheeks.
"No Fitz, not this time," I whispered while trying to get out of his tight grip.
"Clare, you're going to go home with me right now. You have no say in this, you're coming with me!" he hissed as I threw my head back and laughed pathetically.
I shook my head and said, "No Fitz! I'm not going back home to suck your cock! I'm fucking done!"
His eyes shot open and I said, "Yeah! That's all you ever do with me! You say we're going to have this great night out and it never turns out great for me! I end up being forced to suck your dick and then you fuck me so hard I have bruises all over my fucking body! I can't take it anymore! My body and mind can't take you anymore! That's right, I'm speaking up and guess what? It feels fucking good!"
The next thing I didn't expect was a punch to the face and blood slowly streaming down from my busted lip. I whimpered from the pain, too in shock from the force of his fist against my cheek.
This was the first time that he actually...punched me.
"Clare, I-I'm sorry it's just-," I smiled and interrupted his pathetic excuse by saying "Save it Fitz."
When I got up out of the car Fitz said, "I'll be back tonight...have fun walking home."
I gulped as he sped away, tears streamed down my rosy cheeks and I glanced around my surroundings, not knowing where or who to go for help...
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
"Yeah mom, I'm fine, go out and have fun," I said as she gave me a hug and whispered, "I'll be back by midnight. I love you baby boy."
I nodded as Cece and Bullfrog happily exited the house of depression.
That's what I like to call it now...because, there is no such thing as the feeling of happiness inside these walls.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I heard the doorbell ring as I slowly got up, placing the remote on the T.V. stand. I dragged my feet to the door, knowing that the person behind this door was probably at the wrong house, knocking on the wrong door, as usual.
I sighed and asked lazily, "What do you wan-?"
My mouth stopped for me, mid sentence when I saw Clare, standing at my door as the rain poured on top of her soaked body.
Her dress clung to her skin, making her curves more noticeable and most importantly, showing off her true beauty.
But, I continued to watch her tears mix with the acid rain as if fell from the sky. I couldn't help but notice that her lip had been bleeding with a finger mark on the side of her cheek.
"Did he hit you?" I whispered, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as she slowly glanced up at me, not showing a head gesture or sharing a word with me.
I bit back my lip as she asked lowly, "Can I come in?"
"You can come in..." I moved away slowly, giving her some space to walk in and the second she stepped one foot inside my house, I interrupted and said, "On one condition."
She glanced up at me, her blue eyes were cloudy as she asked quietly, "What?"
"You tell me the truth. Did he hit you?" I asked, biting my lip and she smiled, "No..."
"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" I screamed at her as she jumped back from my tone of voice that had surprised her.
I gulped and whispered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you...it's just, this guy doesn't deserve to force you to have sex with him and hit you. It's not right Clare, it's just not the way a woman like you should be treated."
"He starves me," she whispered and I asked, "What? Speak up Clare, I can't hear you."
She glanced up at me and said clearly, "He starves me, he hits me, he forces me to have sex with him and he keeps me on a mental leash, pulling me back every time I get a chance to get away."
I smiled and placed my hand behind her neck, feeling her wet curls against my warm fingers.
"He doesn't deserve a girl like you Clare," I whispered, inching closer to her lips and said, "You're special Clare."
She giggled and said, "But, I don't deserve a special guy like you."
"You're special," she whimpered through heaving breaths.
When I inched closer to her face to kiss the painful tears away, she whimpered once again and backed away from me. It was as if my lips were going to attack her, hurt her, harm her, although all I wanted to do was make her feel better.
"If you're not comfortable with me kissing you, then at least let me heal your busted lip," I whispered while cupping her cheek and gently wiping the blood that dribbled down the corner of her lips.
I softly used my right index finger to wipe the tiny amount of blood from her face.
"Now, there is just one spot that I can't reach with my fingers..." I whispered as the rain continued to pour onto us and she asked, "Can you get it for me?"
Her warm breath hit me so hard that I couldn't bear to hold back as I softly pressed my lips against the corner of her bloody lip. I sucked the blood out of the tiny cut and smiled, pulling back from her lips with a flushed face.
"I-I uh, think you missed a spot," She said as I pushed her up against my door, being as gentle as I could when our lips crashed against each other's with full force.
Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, forcing me closer to invade her personal space. I felt the tension between us build as I kept my tongue in place, not wanting to move too quickly because I don't know how she likes to kiss or if she wants to lead or...
She pulled back, snapping me out of this "dream world" that I was placed in when our lips collided.
I breathed out; Clare's chest was rising up and down against mine as my hands gripped her waist gently. When I leaned in to kiss her again, I pulled back when I heard and felt the vibration of her stomach rumbling.
"Want me to take you out to eat?" I asked, as she shook her head, "I shouldn't eat anything..."
I smiled and said, "To The Dot it is."
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
I gripped the glass of water in front of me and sighed.
"Are you all hungered out, or do you want more?" Eli asked, noticing I had finished the whole cheese burger and fries that I had purchased but, Eli wouldn't let me pay for.
I nodded and said, "Thank you Eli...for everything."
"Anytime," he said as I couldn't help but notice he hasn't taken his eyes off my lips the whole time we were here.
My heart skipped a beat and I said, "About the kiss..."
"What about it?" Eli asked cluelessly as his eyebrows tightened together in enthusiasm, wanting to talk about it.
I gulped and said, "You know that...what happened back there was just a spur of the moment, right?"
He laughed pathetically and whispered, "Y-yeah, of course, I mean it meant nothing...I was just getting the blood off your lips. I'm sorry I even did that..."
Eli got up and I could almost feel his pain, it was like a stab to the heart.
"Don't be sorry, Eli. If it means anything to you...that was the best kiss that I've ever had," I whispered and pecked him on the cheek.
His cheeks began to flush and he said, "I know you don't want to be with me...but, the least you can do is break up with him."
"I'm sorry Eli, but I just can't," I whispered while getting up and walking out of The Dot.
As I was walking back to my apartment, the pain from my foot has increased and plus the punch to the face did not help me at all. The only thing that did help me, of some sort, was the kiss.
A HALF HOUR LATER
For the most, I was now walking around aimlessly.
I was thinking about my fucked up life, the way I messed with Eli's feelings and the way...the way I was messing with my own.
When I was chose a bench to sit on, I glanced at my stitched up foot and traced my hand over my scarred face. I whimpered from the feeling of pain and then I glanced down at my body.
I mentally apologized to my body for the abuse that I had been putting it through.
When I decided to speak up, I decided to apologize for all of the emotional pain that I am making Eli go through, apologizing for not being the sex machine girl that Fitz needs and apologize for not being...me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, low enough for no one to hear me.
"I forgive you," I heard someone say and I jolted, seeing Eli standing beside me.
I was about to say I accept, but before I could, I heard a horn honk and saw Fitz, strolling along the streets with a grin on his face. He smiled while waving off Eli and he asked, "Sup?"
Eli's lip twitched in aggravation and I mumbled, "Stop it Eli. Just go home."
My heart was broken in half at this point.
His eyebrows tightened in confusion as he said, "I'll go home...as long as you come with me."
I glanced between Fitz, who had a devilish grin creeping up on his face and then I took a glance at Eli, who had an innocent smirk on his face.
Who do I choose?
END OF CHAPTER 7
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