Ch. 10 Try to Run, Nowhere to Hide
(DREW)
I yawned stretching in the bed, it was late Sunday morning and I knew my parents would be gone already at Sunday brunch as they always did on Sunday. Gently removing my arms from Clare I sat up in the bed to go use the washroom when I felt stirring in the bed and looked over to see Clare opening her bloodshot eyes.
"Drew?" She asked softly.
"Just going to the washroom," I tell her.
She nods, yawns and closes her eyes again and I go to the washroom. I check the clock in the kitchen before returning to the bedroom. It's almost noon, my parents will be home soon I better get Clare up and see how bad her hangover is.
"Clare wake up," I insist shaking her gently.
"Ugh!" She groans pulling the blanket up.
"Come on my parents will be home soon, they're not going to want to see you still in bed, and they can't find me in here still in boxers." I inform her. She groans again but sits up; she doesn't look like she feels good. "I'm gonna go get dressed and then I'll make you some coffee. Meet me in the kitchen when you're ready," I tell her brushing some hair behind her ear and kissing her nose.
She gives me a small smile, I leave the room going up to my room to get dressed then do my hair and all that, it's about this time I realize Adam isn't in his room. I figure he's probably in the basement but I'll text him when I get my phone from downstairs. Clare's in the washroom when I get downstairs, so I grab my phone from the guestroom and go to the kitchen to start some coffee for Clare before texting my brother.
Drew: Hey where are you?
Adam: Spent the night at Eli's, be home before dinner and I'll get a ride. How's Clare?
Drew: Hungover but otherwise okay.
Adam: She was drinking last night?!
Drew: Yeah but I kept an eye on her and so did Owen and Bianca.
Adam: I knew she was in good hands with you.
I smile as I hear Clare come out of the washroom and I set down my phone. She comes out of the hallway, dressed and hair brushed, she sits at the table looking up at me.
"I look terrible," she sighs putting her head down.
"You look beautiful Cupcake," I reply getting a mug down for her coffee.
"That's sweet but completely biased because you're my boyfriend and probably think you'll get in trouble if you don't say that." She counters as I pour her some coffee. "And since when am I cupcake?" She inquires.
"Since right now," I respond with a grin sitting down next to her.
"Cupcake?" She questions taking a sip of the coffee.
"I was looking at cupcake frosting," I shrug.
She twists her mouth at me after taking another small sip of coffee. "This isn't helping I need aspirin and a time machine." Clare gripes rubbing her forehead.
"I don't really know how to get rid of a hangover, never had one but I bet Owen and Bianca do." I say grabbing my phone off the counter.
"Where's Adam?" Clare asks, her hungover brain finally realizing Adam wasn't there.
"Spent the night at Eli's, he said he'll be home this evening and he'll get a ride so don't worry." I assure her as I call Owen.
"Hey how bad is her hangover?" Owen asks.
"I really have no scale to judge but she's not happy, how do I make it better?" I question.
"Uh greasy food sometimes works, coffee, aspirin, a hot bath or shower, lots of water, sports drinks, sleep, exercise. Sex is always good," Owen tells me.
"We're talking about Clare not Bianca," I remind him.
"Right well maybe you can still get some sexy time, she'll forget all about her hangover if you finger her to orgasm." Owen snickers slightly.
"I'll get her some aspirin and start with that," I reply as Clare is giving me a look.
"Cool call me if you need something I'm just hanging at home today." Owen tells me, I thank him and hang up.
"What did Owen say?" Clare asks me.
"He said aspirin and coffee was a good start if that doesn't work he gave me a bunch of other ideas." I tell her.
She continues sipping at her coffee while I get up going to the washroom for some aspirin. She takes three aspirin and doesn't even wait for me to get her water just takes them with her coffee. I hear the front door open and Mom and Dad come in walking over to the table.
"Nice to see you two up, Drew why didn't you sleep in your own bed last night? You know you are not allowed to sleep in the guest room with Clare." Mom says in a scolding voice with disapproving eyes.
"I know Mom but…" I start when Clare interrupts me.
"It was my fault Audra; I had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. I asked Drew to sit with me until I could sleep but he fell asleep in my bed. Nothing happened I promise you, Drew just slept and I lay awake because I couldn't sleep." Clare lies.
"Well that would explain the coffee and the blood shot eyes, I'm sorry you couldn't sleep Clare. You should probably just rest today; you're looking kind of sick." Mom says looking at Clare closely and then looks at me. "Make sure that she rests today Drew, your father and I have some errands to run so we'll be leaving again in half an hour or so." Mom says.
"I'll make sure she rests, I think we'll go down and watch some TV." I tell Mom taking Clare's hand and pulling her up from the table.
Before we go down to the basement I grab a couple bottles of water for Clare to drink. We sit on the long part of the sofa, her cradled into me and I turn on the TV. My parents call that they're leaving half an hour later and Clare gets up to use the washroom.
"I'm feeling a little better but I think I'd like a shower," she tells me when she comes out of the washroom.
"Okay, you can use mine and Adam's washroom." I reply turning off the TV and standing up.
We go upstairs and I take her into our washroom getting her a towel from the linen closet.
"Thanks but you have to get out of the room now." She insists pushing me out the door.
"I'll just be in my room if you need me." I tell her.
She smiles kisses my cheek and closes the washroom door. I go into my room leaving the door open and lying on my bed to read the latest copy of sports illustrated. I read for a short time and then her Clare scream and crashing sounds. Tossing the magazine and leaping out of bed I run to the washroom opening the door. The shower curtain has been torn off and Clare's making pained breaths. I move the curtain to find her partially tangled up in it, clutching her side and crying.
"What happened?" I question in a worried tone as I turn off the water and untangle her from the shower curtain.
She tries to cover herself with her arms and the shower curtain again before answering.
"I slipped, grabbed the shower curtain out of instinct and it ripped off, I'm sorry." She apologizes before sucking in a painful breath.
"I'm not worried about the curtain, what happened to you? Why are you clutching your side?" I ask her finally getting the last of the shower curtain untangled and grabbing her towel.
"I came down on the side of the tub," she tells me while I help her to stand looking in her eyes so she won't be so self conscious.
"Great just what you need another bruise," I remark sarcastically as I pick her up and carry her into my room. I lay her on my bed and she grips the towel a little more tightly around her. "Let me see," I insist trying to remove the towel but she has a tight grip on it.
"No I'm not wearing anything and I'm okay it's just a bruise." She tries to convince me.
"Yeah and you already have a bunch of other ones besides you look like you're in pain. I promise not to look at anything but the bruise just let me see." I assert.
She releases her grip on the towel just a little and lets me open it. Okay I know I said I'd only look at the bruise but my girlfriend is lying naked before me how can I not admire her and stare.
"Drew you're not looking where I hit the side of the tub," she scolds covering the cut Fitz gave her with her arms.
"Sorry but you're all sexy and stuff," I reply looking at her body hungrily. She bites her lip and blushes and I finally force myself to look at her side. There's a large darkening red spot on the left side of her ribs. "Maybe we should take you into the doctor you might have cracked some ribs." I tell her getting a little worried.
"No I didn't hit the tub that hard and I've already had some aspirin, I probably just need some ice." She says.
"Okay I'll get you some ice but stay here and lay down." I instruct her.
I cover her up with my Toronto Raptors throw blanket and run downstairs to the kitchen. Grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and a kitchen towel I go back up to my room. I lift the blanket up a little to put the ice pack on the red spot. Clare shivers slightly and I put the blanket down again. Lying next to her, propping my head on my hand I catch her lips, my other hand starts caressing her arm, then up to her shoulder, along her collar bone and then my hand slips under the blanket grazing her breast. Her breathing hitches, she squirms a little and bats my hand away breaking from the kiss.
"Drew…"she says nervously.
"Last night you wanted to have sex," I remind her lightly I don't want to pressure her into anything but she's all naked and I'm kind of not thinking with the right head at the moment.
"Last night I was drunk," she replies.
"I'll be gentle and go slow, you can stop me anytime. You'll feel good and it'll help take your mind off your hangover and new bruise." I entice her.
She bites her lip and looks somewhere between thoughtful and unsure. While she's thinking I pull the blanket down and bring my lips to hers again. She lets go of her lip and begins kissing me back, I wait until she's melted into the kiss and my hand goes under the blanket grazing down her belly. Her muscles tighten, she sucks in her breath a little, her knees go up as I find her pussy lips. She moans a little as my finger slips between her lips and her back arches a bit. After probing her for a few minutes without her protesting I stop kissing her, swiftly move under the blanket and get between her legs.
"Drew what are y…"
Her words get lost in her own gasp when my tongue probes its way into her. She grips the blanket tightly as my hands slide under her lower back. She begins to moan as I swirl my tongue inside of her, she has a light sweet taste like vanilla and honeysuckle. Clare's hips start to buck, my tongue flicks around a little faster and she moans a little louder. Her heels dig into the bed, her hips moving faster, I grip her hips tightly. Moving my tongue side to side and twisting around, her body begins to tremble, her breathing becoming almost frantic and I know she's about to climax.
"Ahhhmmm Drewwww!" She exhales at the end of the moan.
A few more licks and I remove my tongue, lying next to her and taking her in my arms as her orgasm slowly dissipates.
"So feel better?" I ask her with a grin.
"Yes," she nods cuddling up to me.
"Good I'll be right back," I tell her intending to go to the washroom and take care of the fact that I'm so horny on my own.
I start to get out of the bed but she stops me, grabbing my shirt and pulling me back down.
"No stay let me help." She says still a little breathless.
"You don't have to your hurt," I reply knowing she's never done anything at all before.
"Not that bad besides the ice has been on me long enough," she tells me rolling her on her side.
She tugs at the zipper on my jeans and I latch my lips to hers. My hand tunnels into her hair as she gets my zipper down. Next her nimble fingers open the button, her hand working its way into my jeans, brushing over my boxers. She sits up taking her lips from mine but giving me a view of her wonderful breasts. She grips my jeans and pulls them down a little and then my boxers, I watch her face as she sees me for the first time and she bites her lip, her eyes sparkling a little. Her fingers grip the shaft gently, her soft fingers send a tingle through me, she places her lips on mine again as she begins stroking. One of my hands goes behind her head gripping into her hair as the other finds her breasts and pinches her nipple lightly. Her hand pumps harder; I moan into the kiss and feel her smile against my lips. Given how horny I was already it isn't very long before I'm ready to cum. I kiss her harder with more fervor, squeezing her breasts gently and toying with her nipples.
"Ohh Claaare!" I breathe into the kiss as I climax.
She takes her hand away and pulls away from the kiss, my body jerking a little as I recover.
"I think I need another shower," she remarks getting out of the bed and wrapping the towel around her once more.
She goes back into the washroom and I fix my jeans and boxers. It takes her several minutes but she finally comes out of the washroom fully dressed. We spend the rest of the day in the basement watching movies and TV. She doesn't eat anything all day telling me she's not hungry but I make her drink lots of sports drinks so she gets some nutrients. Adam returns just before dinner, Clare does eat some dinner and Mom says she looks better. Mom and Dad don't even ask if she's going to spend the night again they just remind the three of us to pack lunches before we go to bed. The three of us watch movies for a while and pack our lunches right before bed. Clare goes to bed in the guestroom but comes into my room after she has a nightmare and spends the rest of the night in my arms. Mom sees us both come out of my room the next morning and doesn't say anything but she does give me her 'we're going to talk later' look. Mom drives the three of us to school once we're ready.
"We shouldn't walk in together, probably not even me and Adam, I should walk in alone." Clare says with an anxious tone.
"We're not letting you walk in alone Clare," Adam tells her.
"If Fitz finds out we're back together or never broke up then he'll be angry and he could hurt you or Adam or…" she's rambling a bit and looking around the school nervously.
"Clare stop I don't care about Fitz, we're not going to let him push us around okay?" I insist brushing some of her hair back. "I won't let him hurt you or Adam," I tell her.
"Don't worry Clare me and Owen can handle Fitz," Bianca assures her as she comes up behind us and puts an arm around Adam's and Clare's shoulders.
"Forget about Fitz Clare, he's not even here." Owen says coming to the other side of me.
Clare still looks a little nervous but we walk into school to her and Adam's lockers. Adam leaves us once he has his books and Clare walks with me to my locker. Owen and Bianca's lockers are near mine and the three of us walk Clare to MI. Then me, Owen and Bianca head to homeroom. When the bell rings we leave Social Studies, I wave to Bianca then Owen and I start heading to Science.
"Shoot my science book is in my locker," I say remembering seeing it in there when I stashed my books earlier.
"I'll see you in class," Owen waves.
On the way to my locker I see Fitz mopping the floor in the caf. I forget about getting my book and have only one thought keep him away from Clare, Adam and everyone else. I drop my book bag and walk into the caf kicking over his mopping bucket.
"What the fuck!" Fitz exclaims turning to see me and he smirks. "Oh it's you Torres pissed that Clare broke up with you? Guess she wanted a real man."
"Yeah she did, me we never broke up." I inform him then put my foot behind his and trip him, knocking him to the ground. I sit on his chest and press my forearm across his throat. "You stay away from Clare, from Adam and all of us. You got me?" I question him.
He doesn't respond but he does give me a maniacal look, he looks like he might be about to punch me but before he can Mr. Fernandez, one of the janitors appears and I hear the bell ring meaning classes have started.
"What is going on here?" He demands pulling me off of Fitz.
"He went crazy Mr. Fernandez and attacked me, kicked over my bucket and I was almost done." Fitz says doing his best to sound innocent and pathetic.
"Fitz get this cleaned up Mr. Torres you come with me to talk to Principal Simpson." The janitor says gripping my shirt.
I grab my back book bag on our way out of the caf; he tells me to sit outside of Simpson's office while he goes in and talks to Simpson. A couple minutes later Mr. Fernandez comes out and Simpson motions for me to come into his office.
"Fighting Drew, again? With Fitz no less I know he gave Adam trouble last semester and he and his friends trashed the school but that's no excuse to bully the bully. I'm very disappointed in you Drew." Simpson scolds.
"He threatened Clare sir," I inform him.
"What do you mean he threatened Clare?" Simpson asks me.
"He shoved her into some lockers and told her he would make sure Adam was put in the hospital if she didn't break up with me. He still likes her and he'll do anything to get her." I tell him.
"You and Clare are dating?" Simpson asks me and I nod. "Wow Connor never tells us anything. You're sure about this, his threats to Clare?" Simpson questions.
"Yes sir you saw what he wrote about her across the entrance," I respond.
"Okay I'll check it out, three days detention for fighting but I won't call your mom this time. Get a hall pass from Mrs. Baker and get to class, I know you have basketball after school so you can serve your detention at lunch." Simpson says.
"Thank you Sir," I smile leaving his office for the secretary's desk to get my hall pass.
(CLARE)
After showering and changing out of my gym clothes I went to meet Drew for morning break.
"Hey Cupcake," Drew smiles when I approach him at his locker.
"Cupcake?" Owen and Bianca snicker together.
"What she's sweet and she tastes like vanilla." Drew grins.
"Drew!" I exclaim slapping his arm as my cheeks turn red.
Owen and Bianca snicker again, Drew puts his arm around my shoulders and the four of us walk to the memorial garden.
"I had a talk with Fitz he won't bother us," Drew informs me as we sit down.
"You did what?! Drew are you crazy?" I question him.
"I got three days detention that I'm serving at lunch since I have basketball after school." He shrugs like it's no big deal.
"Drew! He's going to be mad, he's going to do something and now I can't spend lunch with you for three days." I scold him.
"Just three days and Simpson's not even calling my mom and I'm pretty sure Fitz won't be working at the school anymore." Drew says.
"You still shouldn't have Drew I don't want you or anyone else to get hurt." I sigh.
"We can handle Fitz don't worry about it Clare we'll keep you and Adam safe." Owen affirms.
I want to believe him but Fitz has friends too and Fitz might not be smart but he is crafty. I don't argue though, I can't spend lunch with Drew and I don't want to spend morning break arguing with him. The three of them walk me to Math class, Drew kisses me at the door, I go to my desk and sit down wincing in pain as it hurts the bruise on my ribs Wes sits next to me and gives me a look.
"I slipped in the bath yesterday," I explain and I'm actually not lying this time.
Connor starts talking to me about washroom safety until Armstrong comes in and starts class. We only get about five minutes into class before Mrs. Baker the school secretary comes in and whispers something to Armstrong.
"Miss Edwards please gather your things and go with Mrs. Baker," Mr. Armstrong instructs.
"Okay," I reply slowly gathering my books as the entire class looks at me.
I leave the class and follow the secretary to Simpson's office, his door is open and I go in. My heart sinks, there's a lump in my throat and tears flood to my eyes when I see that my father's in Principal Simpson's office as well.
"Please have a seat Clare," Simpson says and I hesitantly sit down. "Drew has made some accusations on your behalf and I need to know if they're true." Simpson tells me.
I feel like there's a weight in my stomach, I swallow hard to keep from crying. I'm sure the only thing Drew told him was the truth and I just need to confirm they're true. Something I would do easily if my father wasn't sitting in the room. My father's face is placid and calm but I see malice in his eyes, an underlying ire and I know no matter what I say I'll be paying for it later.
"What kind of accusations?" I ask in a small voice.
"That Fitz threatened to hurt Adam if you and Drew didn't break up and that he pushed you against some lockers." Simpson informs me.
I move my eyes to look at my father expecting him to lose it, to start yelling like he does at home but he doesn't do anything at all. Just sits there looking at me waiting for me to answer the problem is I don't know how, any answer I give is a double edged sword. If I tell Simpson the truth Fitz will no doubt be mad, of course he's probably already seething. If I deny it Drew could get in trouble and I definitely don't want that. Either way my father knows I have a boyfriend and I'm sure that I'm in trouble.
"Yes sir what Drew said is correct, Fitz wanted me to break up with Drew so I would go out with him." I affirm and avoid looking at my father.
"Fitz is working off his community service here we'll have to get him reassigned." Simpson remarks while my father remains silent and it's the silence that scares me. "Why didn't you come to me when it happened Clare?" Simpson asks.
"I…it's just…" I stumble over a response because I have no idea what to say.
"Principal Simpson my daughter is obviously in distress. The last few months have been hard on her and now she's being threatened at the school. I'd like to take her home now and keep her out of school for the next few days." My father says and I look at him.
He sounds caring, concerned, like he's doing it for my own good and as much as I'd like to believe he is I can tell by the look in his eyes he isn't. I'm nearly a hundred percent certain that he wants to take me out of school to yell and punish me. I should be saying something to Principal Simpson begging to stay in school and not be sent home with my father yet no words come from my throat. I'm too afraid and I'm also pretty sure Simpson won't believe me, my father, especially right now seems like a quiet, unassuming, concerned parent. To look at him you'd never know the rages he can break into, you'd never know that he throws things and yells turning into this monster.
"Sure Mr. Edwards take her home, we'll get Fitz reassigned so he won't bother her any longer. I'll inform your teachers that you'll be off the rest of the day and tomorrow as well." Mr. Simpson says.
"Come along Clare let's get you home," Dad instructs. I stand up grab my backpack and walk out of school with my father as much as I don't want to. I'm terrified what's going to happen when we get home especially because he told Simpson I wouldn't be at school tomorrow. "Give me your cell phone Clare," Dad demands when we're out in the parking lot.
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"Your cell phone Clare give it to me now," Dad commands in a low but austere tone.
I get in the car and take my phone from my backpack handing it to him. He puts it in the cup holder and pulls out of the parking lot not even waiting for me to buckle up. He drives home fast but silently, he parks in the driveway and we get out of the car. I notice that he grabs my cell phone as he gets out. When we're inside with the front door locked he throws my phone at me, it hits my arm and falls to the floor, Dad picks it up and looks at me his eyes lit with a fire of animosity and ire.
"You've been lying to me Clare, where have you been the last couple of nights? At your boyfriends house? You shouldn't have a boyfriend Clare; I won't let you turn into a whore like your mother and sister." Dad remarks with such venom in his tone I feel sick.
He hasn't yelled yet but I'm sure he'll start soon, he puts my phone on the chopping block takes the meat mallet out of the drawer and brings it down on the phone with such force that it breaks! I gasp, jump back a little as my chest gets tight with fear and tears flood the corners of my eyes. My father bashes the phone until it's nothing but smashed plastic, wires and chips. I start slowly backing up toward the stairs but dad looks up at me, throwing the mallet at me, it hits my knee cap I whimper and falter, sinking to the floor as a sharp pain shoots through my leg.
"HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW EMBARRASSING IT WAS TO GET CALLED OUT OF WORK TO COME DOWN TO THE SCHOOL FOR A MEETING WITH THE PRINCIPAL?! YOU'RE A DISAPPOINTMENT CLARE! I HAVE NOTHING TO BE PROUD OF WITH YOU!" Dad yells and his eyes malicious, his features hard and thin.
He's nothing like man sitting in Simpson's office a short time ago, now he's the monster again. I get up and start for the stairs, my knee is throbbing and burning, hurts terribly and I can't walk very well but I start limping up the stairs trying to get to my room. My father follows me up the stairs, I want to run but my knee is in too much pain.
"I WILL NOT LET YOU TURN INTO A SLUT! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING CLARE? WHY DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND? WHY IS THERE ANOTHER GUY TRYING TO GO OUT WITH YOU? YOU'RE UGLY AND FAT AND NO GUY COULD EVER FIND YOU ATTRACTIVE SO YOU MUST BE WHORING YOURSELF OUT FOR ATTENTION!"
My father's words hurt worse than my knee, hot painful tears fall in waterfalls and I can hardly breathe I'm sobbing so hard. My father goes ahead of me, shoving me out of the way to do so and I fall on the stairs hitting my already hurt knee. Crying out in pain and choking on a sobbing breath I grip the handrail and pull myself up wishing to find solace by locking the door to my room. However Dad is blocking my doorway and I can't get in so I turn rushing into my washroom and ignoring the pain in my knee, slamming the washroom door and locking it.
"YOU ARE A HORRIBLE DAUGHTER CLARE! YOU WERE A MISTAKE AND YOU STILL ARE! BUT YOU ARE THE ONLY DAUGHTER I HAVE LEFT AND I WILL NOT HAVE YOU PROSTITUTING YOURSELF AROUND TOWN TO ANY GUY THAT SMILES AT YOU!" He yells.
I lean against the counter, sobbing and shaking, my head hurts from crying my knee hurts so badly it's making me nauseas and sending a sharp pain up and down my leg. My father's been frightening before, maniacal and malign the way he is now but usually he's drunk. However he came straight from work and he's perfectly sober which makes it scarier than any other time and I've never been more afraid of him. I hear some noises in the hall like something heavy is being dragged across the floor and then something bumps the washroom door.
"I have to get back to work you will stay in there until and think about what an ugly, fat, disappointing, fucking whore you are." My father is no longer yelling but his words still cut deep.
I limp to the door trying the handle but the door won't open. "Dad what did you do? DAD!" I scream hearing him go down the stairs.
He doesn't respond and a few seconds later I hear the front door open and close again. I fall against the door and sink down to the floor, my hurt leg out straight, my other one bent with my head resting on it. My face soaked by salty tears and they begin falling to the tiled floor. I'm locked in my washroom with no way out and no way to contact to anyone and the worst part is I have no idea how long my father plans to keep me in here. I'm sure that Drew and Adam will come looking for me but I have no way of telling them I'm in the washroom. I left school a little after ten and my father won't be home again until nearly six and all I can do is hope that he isn't as mad when he gets home.
(OWEN)
Drew and I left gym class and walked to Mr. Bettankamp's science class so he could see his girl before he had to go to detention. When we got to the science class we saw Adam and a few of his friends but no Clare, Adam saw us and came over.
"Connor and Wes said Clare got pulled out of math class last period by Mrs. Baker." Adam tells us.
"She probably got called in by Mr. Simpson to talk about what happened with Fitz. So where is she? I have to report to Mr. Perino for detention?" Drew asks.
"I don't know she wasn't in class and they said she never came back to math class." Adam informs us.
"Has anyone seen Fitz? If he's hurt her…" Drew says clenching his fist as his sentence trails off.
"Don't worry dude we'll find her, you report to detention before you get into anymore trouble." I tell him.
"Yeah thanks," he nods and walks off.
"I'll go ask Simpson if he's talked to her," I comment.
"Yeah I'll come with you," Adam nods.
When we get to the office Miss Jenkins the home ec teacher is the only one there. She's looking through some papers so I walk past her to Principal Simpson's office but the door is locked.
"Where's Principal S?" I ask.
"He left and said he wasn't sure when he'd be back. Mrs. Baker is on her lunch she'll be back in about an hour." Miss Jenkins replies.
"You get in trouble again Owen?" Bianca jokes as she joins us.
"You seen Clare?" I question her.
"Not since morning break why?" B inquires.
Adam tells her about Clare getting pulled out of math and not being in science class as we start walking the halls. No one has seen Clare since math class and I know this can't be good. Adam texts Eli but he hasn't seen Clare either. The three of us eat lunch on the steps but none of us eat much.
"You don't think Fitz has her?" B queries as we walk back inside near the end of lunch to find Drew.
"Thought about that not sure how we get in touch with him his cell number changed." I reply.
"We'll look for her after school, we can split up." Adam suggests.
"You guys find Clare?" Drew asks hopefully as he joins us.
"No and no one's seen her since math class," Adam tells her.
"We'll split up after school and find her, I can skip hockey practice." I say.
"I'll skip basketball but if Fitz has her she could be dead by then." Drew argues.
"No way Fitz doesn't want to kill her, he wants to have her. We'll find her Drew; I'll check the ravine and the places I know Fitz used to hang out." Bianca assures him.
"I'll go to her house and you two can check the Dot and your place, if something went down she most likely went to your place." I comment.
Drew nods and we split up to go to our individual classes. When school lets out Drew looks almost sick he's so worried. We promise him to check in at every place we look, Drew and Adam start walking home and I go to my car driving to Clare's. There's no cars in the driveway and when I ring the bell no one answers the door. I go around to the back and look in but other than a slightly messy living room nothing looks out of place. Climbing up the trellis I look in her bedroom window but Clare isn't in there and her bedroom door is open. I wait a few minutes but I don't see her or hear anything so I climb down and pull out my phone to call Drew and tell him she's not here. I'm starting to get worried now and I really hope Drew and Adam found her at their place.
Update soon but will Clare be rescued?