O0 Oh Wow, I hope the last chapter didn't tick a lot of people off. I warned y'all. So, where did I leave off? Oh yes, Claire and her marriage. Quil and stuff…..
Disclaimer: I didn't do one of these for any of the other chapters or in the beginning. I do not own the Twilight Characters. They belong to the wonderful Stephanie Meyer.
Claire P.O.V.
I'm…I'm getting married. I'm getting married at 21 years-old. I'm getting married. I'm getting married in six months. I'm getting married and no one, other then my family and friends in California, know about Greg. I'm getting married to Greg. I'm getting married to Greg.
Why does that sentence sound so incorrect? I said it over and over each night for the past week. I don't get it. Grammatically it is correct. It is logical. It is a conclusion. Then why does it stick to my tongue like peanut butter gone bad? How come I feel so…angry? All these question swirl in my mind like a whirlpool. I see images of Greg and I, a family, life in California as a Pediatrician. It is wonderful. However, it isn't right. Something about the picture seems out of place.
The toast was burning. "Damn," I cut the stove off roughly.
A little hot grease popped on my hand. "Damn," I said again as I turned on the cold water. It started to sting. A memory flooded back to me.
Flashback: 15 years ago, Claire's P.O.V.
I had to be no more then five or six. I could see my mother's face bending over me, about to give me a kiss. The bed around me seemed too large, but I greedily took up the space with my stuffed animals.
"G'Night Sweetheart," my mother kissed my cheeks.
"G'Night Baby," my father did the same.
"I love you Mommy and Daddy. Tell Quil I love him." I closed my eyes.
I could hear the door to my room lock. Now that I think about it, this must have been Emily's house. Yeah, now I remember. We had come here for my 6th Birthday party instead of Disneyland.
I couldn't sleep. Though I tossed this way and tossed that way I couldn't find my way to dream land. Opening my eyes, I stared at the night light. My stuffed animals looked at the ceiling happily. "You never have to sleep," I said angrily.
My thoughts went to Quil. He always talked to me and had good stories to tell about pale people. Maybe he could tell me one and put me to sleep. With my plan in my mind, I tossed the covers off of me. There was no sound so I knew the adults had to be asleep. They wouldn't miss me. Plus, Quil would bring me back before they even noticed I was gone.
Opening my door quietly, I peaked into the hallway. No one. Yes. Like a bandit, I slipped out the front door. I'm glad Mommy packed some long sleeve P.J.s because it was really cold outside. "Cold," I whispered into the air.
The rest is a little hazy. But I do recall I got lost. This place wasn't like California. Houses weren't next to each other.
"Mommy," I cried as I continued into the forest. Time past slowly. I didn't know how long I had been out here. "Quil," I cried harder. That is when I fell and scraped my knee. I cried out. It hurt badly though it wasn't bleeding too much. Again I cried out in vain. No one was there. No one was going to save me. I would be lost in the woods forever. No Mommy. No Daddy. No Aunt Emily. No Uncle Sam. No La Push Gang. No…Quil. The tears streamed down my cold cheeks like rivers.
Then, like a dark shadow, a giant dog appeared. Frightened, I backed up.
"I want to go home!" I screamed.
The dog lowered himself to the ground. I sniffled and wiped my nose on the sleeve of my shirt. "Doggy," I reached out to pet him. He allowed me, shuddering slightly under my touch.
He was so warm. Now, knowing he wasn't going to hurt me, I lay next to him. I wrapped my tiny arms around his neck, or a section of his neck. The heat felt wonderful, like I was back in bed. My eyes closed……
Present: Claire's P.O.V.
"Quil," I barely whispered. It was Quil who saved me that day.
All these years I've known. Subconsciously I knew Quil was extraordinary. His warmth, his grace, his demeanor, his whole being. Now, look at me! I'm here, engaged to a man I care for but don't love; I hurt my other half; I've being lying to myself. Ha!
Despite myself, I laughed. I laughed until my abs ached.
When Greg came home I was sitting at the table, my bags next to me. His smile was wiped clean as he looked at me. "Sit," I said quietly.
"Claire," I cut him off.
"Greg, I love you. Three years we have been together. And you know I wouldn't trade those years for nothing in this world or the next world. They were wonderful to say the least." I looked up into his green eyes.
"What are you saying?" His voice was controlled. He was trying to hold back.
"I'm sorry. I can't marry you. It wouldn't be right. The lies have to stop now or they will never end." I began to stand. His hand grabbed my arm.
His eyes were watery. "Claire, don't go. I love you."
"I love you too." I kissed him on the cheek. "Bye, Greg."
So, I'm now at my parent's house. They were, of course, surprised by my story. That was until I explained the whole thing to them. I mean, the whole thing. My mom almost fainted. My dad, however, smiled and brought me in a warm hug. I didn't get his reaction, but I was happy nonetheless.
So, in three days I leave for La Push. A whole year has past. No contact between me and the La Push Gang—Pack—for all this time. Will they hate me? I don't know. What about Quil? I will have to find out. I love him. That is all. We are meant to be together. I just hope I'm not the only one to think that now.
Quil's P.O.V.
I got a dog. Jacob gave him to me a week ago. He is a black, gray and white Malamute. Jake even gave him a name: Mr. Cuddles. Yep, good old Jacob.
Actually, I'm glad to have company when I'm at home doing summer homework. In nineteen year, I still don't know have to do Quadratic. Mr. Cuddles and I sat in Emily's living room. Sam had the flu and Emily needed the help.
"Oh that is great!" I heard Emily exclaim. The clink of the phone told me she had hung up.
She rushed into the room all excited. "Quil! Quil!"
Mr. Cuddles barked happily. "Down," I petted his head. "What is it Emily?"
"Claire."
My head shot up. Claire. That name hadn't been said out loud to me this whole year. No one wanted to bring me back to that place. That shell I had hid in for months. "What about her?" I could hardly breathe. Claire was scared of me. I didn't blame her. I'm a monster right? I'm something out of the nightmares of children and adults alike.
"She is coming back."
I hope I didn't scare a lot of you with the last chapter.
Thank you for the reviews. Even the suggestions. I appreciate them.
A few more chapters and then I can end the story of Quil and Claire.
Or can I?...OO
