Even with all the drama happening, I had some feeling the Sam was thinking about something else. This was confirmed when Quil and I were sitting on the couch a few minutes after he had returned; and Sam walked up to us wit his arms folded.
"Do you mind explaining what happened?" he asked, and his entire glare and body was directed towards Quil. "Why was Claire out there during all of this?"
"Can't we talk about it elsewhere, Sam? Claire really needs to go to bed," Quil looked over at me worryingly. I groaned when I remembered that tomorrow was another day of school.
He almost broke in to an angry face, but then Sam picked me up and carried down the hallway quicker than I could protest. I thanked him and asked him to not be so hard on Quil.
"Sure, sure," he muttered, almost unintelligibly.
Again I woke up to the sweet, harmonic sound of my Aunt Emily.
"Honey," she cooed while sweeping some hair out of my face. "Uncle Sam said you should stay home if you're not feeling well."
I yawned and wanted so much to nod and then sleep. But, then I remembered that I did have a history test fourth hour. Ugh, I so didn't feel like it.
"No," I muttered and threw the sheets off of myself. "I've got an important test today. But, thanks for the concern, Auntie," I smiled at her and she forced one too.
She grabbed me a pair of jeans, some socks, and a sweatshirt and placed them on my bed before leaving.
I waited until I heard her car out of the driveway before I even attempted to get up.
Slowly I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I sighed, somehow I wished the cast could disappear overnight.
I grabbed my crutches and walked over the window to see Quil sitting in his truck, of course. I smiled and waved my hand towards me as if to say "Come in!"
He smiled and got in my room quicker than I could sit down again. But, he helped me, of course.
"Are you sure you're up for school today, Claire bear?" He asked me, rubbing my arm.
"Trust me, I wish I could stay home. But, I've really got to take this test and it's not going to kill me to go to school," I heaved myself up and Quil was at my aid.
"I've got to get dressed," I told him as I walked over to the other side of my bed to retrieve my clothes.
"All right, I'll get a nice bowl of cereal ready for you when you're done," and surprisingly he walked up to me and kissed my cheek. I flushed a thousand shades of red and my stomach did a flip.
Once he was out and has the door closed I threw on my sweatshirt, socks, and jeans and threw my hair up in a ponytail. Same old, same old.
I went out to the kitchen and met up with a huge bowl of Trix and an even huger glass of milk. Once I finished (with Quil's help) we headed out and off to school. I tried to look alive as possible as I thought about the long day ahead of me.
First hour was a little fun, I mean, English definitely one of my hardest subjects. Then, I sighed as I hobbled over to Spanish. The most boring class in the world. Third hour Geometry was the same.
I groaned as I got into my fourth class; history. I opened my book as soon as I sat down and studied for a few minutes.
My teacher glared at me during attendance and finally got around and gave me another glare as he handed the test over. What was up with him today?
The test took all hour and I barely finished. It was all on the Chinese culture from 1500-1800 which was probably the hardest section in the book from my perspective.
But, to top of my oh-so wonderful day, now it was gym class.
I walked in the front door of the locker room, expecting to get a worksheet to fill out while the rest of the class did gym.
"Claire!" practically screamed, "Your leg still broken, huh?"
I looked up at her, afraid, "Well, it's only been two days."
She laughed, "I really don't care. If you think you can skip out more than a day for gym for having a broken leg, you're mistaken. Unless you're dead or in a coma, you're going to participate today."
My jaw dropped, "But I can't run! I can't play badminton either because I have to hold on to my crutches!
She snorted out a laugh again, "So, when you run you'll just be exercising your arms. Nothing wrong with that, scrawny. As for badminton, I'm sure you could manage something. Be creative." She walked away and a couple girls turned to stare at me.
I tried to fight a few tears and I got to my gym locker and awkwardly changed into shorts and a t-shirt. This really sucked.
I laughed when I remembered I could just have Sam call the school and claw them out for making me do this.
Luckily, one of my quieter friends, Luna, helped me out and ran with me during warm up run. Though, I felt bad for her as we lost match after match of badminton because of my disability.
Afterwords I thanked her at least three times for putting up with me.
She only shook her head, "Don't even worry, Claire, anytime."
I went to the bathroom before I went to change and struggled in such a little, green stall. I waited until most people were out before I came out and washed my hands. I always felt better if I changed by myself, and Mrs. Long was still in the gym, helping guys who lifted weights after school.
So I took my sweet time as I sat on the wooden bench and pulled off my shirt and jeans.
"Mmm..." A soft voice said from behind me. I grabbed my shirt and clutched it to my chest immediately, falling on the floor while doing so. "So young, so fresh, so spring," I hardly heard over the noise of my heart thumping loudly.
A man approached from behind the locker area; the man I hated; Zachary.
"Go away," I hissed, trying to sound very serious.
He laughed and got in front of me on his knees, "Don't think so, kitten." He leaned forward and pulled on the strap of my bra.
On a sudden instant, my hand reached out and slapped him. But, it didn't affect him in any way; I should have know. And, god, did my hand hurt.
"I thought you broke enough bones by now to remember that I'm indestructible," he laughed his evil laugh and gave me a hard pat on my head.
"Now, you're going to listen to me," he said, as if trying to lure me in.
I shook my head.
"You're going to listen to me or after I hurt you, I'm going to hurt all you love."
I didn't hesitate to nod.
"Now, you're going to be completely submissive as I remove your clothes. Then, you're not going to scream or cry as I have fun with you. Then, when you're finally happy with my decision--"
I snorted out of instinct.
"Oh, you'll be happy, trust me... then, you're going to write your wolf boy a letter, saying how scared you are and what I did to you. Then, you'll die a painful death." He stopped to smile. "Fun, huh?"
I gulped, "He'll kill you. When he's seen what you have done he won't stop to do whatever he can to hurt you worse."
He shrugged, "I doubt it. Now..." he pulled on my bra string again and pulled it down to my shoulder. I cringed at his icy touch.
I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. I tried so hard.
Before he could actually remove any of my close there was a big thump and he wasn't touching me anymore. I opened my eyes in shock and gasped at what I saw.
Feet in front of me stood, of all people, Edward Cullen. He was facing away from me and was holding Zachary up to the wall by his neck, talking very softly but sternly.
I looked to my side and saw another vampire; Alice Cullen. She was grabbing a towel from a nearby bench and had me up and wrapped in seconds.
"Alice, get Claire out! Now! He's too strong!" he yelled quietly in pain.
"Come on, sweetie," she grabbed my crutches and grabbed my jeans and sweatshirt, thank god.
I finally let myself sob as she carried me out through the building, somehow without anyone seeing me and in to the woods.
"Quil!" she said calmly, "Stay away just a few seconds. Let her get dressed!"
She set me down and threw on my clothes faster than I knew was possible.
"She's good," she said in the same voice again.
I saw my wolf appear not to far away and reached out my arms to him, sobbing.
He came up to me and laid down to put his head by me so I could wrap my arms around his huge mane.
"I'm sorry this happened Quil!" I cried, "It was so horrible!"
He pulled back to look me in the eyes. I could tell that he felt much more worse than I.
"Sorry to interfere," Alice leaned down and put her hand on my shoulder, "But, I've got to go back and help Edward," she then looked at Quil, "Well, unless you were planning to--"
He nodded and I reached my arms around him again. "Please, no! Stay with me, please!" And I knew I sounded whiny, and I knew I sounded like a desperate little girl. But I knew it was the only way he would stay and not risk his life.
He looked at Alice and shook his head.
"All right, then take her to our house. Carlisle can check her up to make sure she's not injured and when I left Jacob told me he wanted to see you as soon as possible," she looked at me to share her worry and then ran off towards the school.
Quil slung me on to his back without hurting my leg, he picked up my crutches in his gigantic mouth and off he trotted to the Cullen house. Again.
