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Michael stayed silent the rest of the way home. I rubbed my neck raw by the time we pulled into the small driveway of the Glass House. I could smell Warner all over me, I hated it. Michael only asked if I wad okay when we got into the car after our encounter with Warner. He had wiped the blood from his forehead so he looked normal, except for he was wearing a sweatshirt and no shirt. I was wearing the shirt that was now drying, my jeans were damp and cold, my shoes were soaked through. All I wanted to do was for Shane to wrap his arms around me and go to sleep I wanted to feel safe. But I knew I wasn't. I knew Warner was still out there, I knew that he now has this new information to use against me. I know he will come back. I just wanted this to be over, I wrapped my arms around myself as I shivered from the cold wet clothing. Michael stopped driving and when I looked up I saw my home. I was about to get out when Michael began to talk.
"Are you sure you are okay?" He was not looking at me but at the large window in the from of the house. The lights were on which was crazy at this time at night but Eve and Shane were of course up waiting for us. Michael texted Shane that he found me when we started driving again.
"I'm fine." I avoided looking at him. The only thing that kept replaying in my mine was Warner saying Michael was in love with me and Warner confirming that I had had sex with him, multiple times. I wanted to cry, roll up in a ball and cry my eyes out. I wanted so many things to be done and over with. I felt my bottom lip quiver. I need to know if it was true.
"Are you in love with me, Michael?" I whispered in the deafening silence of the car. It was silent for a few moments after that.
"Yes." I shut my eyes. I couldn't bare his answer. I kept thinking, why would he do this? To me, to Shane, to Eve, his wife! I looked over at him finally, his head was bowed down.
"Michael..." I shook my head. Before I could say another word, his head shot up.
"Did he really force you to sleep with him?" Michael changed the subject. I closed my opened mouth. My stomach flipped upside down and my head started spinning and it wasn't from the blood loss. My mind went to all those times at his house, behind Shane's back. I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth to but no words came out. All I managed was a small nod.
"For how long?" Michael looked so sad but I knew it wasn't because of his feelings, it was because he knows I love Shane. This question sent tears rolling down my cheeks. My lips were trembling, my body was shaking. I hated that I slept with him.
"You can't tell Shane." I spoke up before I could even think what I was saying. I didn't want to answer how long I was sleeping with him, it was to horrible.
"What?" Michael was thrown off.
"Shane. You can't tell him I was sleeping with his brother."
"What? No! I have tell him. Claire, Warner was forcing you to sleep with him, you were under his compulsion, he was raping you! It wasn't consensual." Michael was shouting now in the confined space. The word he used scared me because...it was true.
"But it didn't feel that way! I was under his...compulsion." Tears fell from my eyes. "He told me to like it and I did and I didn't fight, I didn't scream for help, I loved it. It was as consensual as it can get and I hate myself because I liked it. It feels like I did like it and I can't throw that feeling away and I want to, I want to so bad. If Shane..." I was rambling now, sobbing. I needed to get myself together. I took a deep breath, trying to get myself to stop crying. "If Shane finds out, I don't know what will happen. I can even bare to imagine it."
"Claire, that isn't true." Michael whispered. I looked over at him from looking out the front of the car.
"It is. I slept with Warner almost everyday for months. I loved it. I slept with him tonight and I loved it." I shrugged as I let out a loud sob. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I buried my head in my hands and sobbed. I was quickly enveloped in arms. There were Michaels, I didn't care if they were Amelie's, I would have leaned into them, letting my emotions take over. I leaned against Michael for a while until I got a hold of myself. I looked up at Michael, he placed his hand on my cheek. His thumb moved across my skin getting rid of all my tears finishing with putting my hair behind my ear.
"If you don't tell Shane about Warner I won't tell him or Eve about you loving me." Now I was bargaining. That's how much I wanted to keep it a secret. After what Michael saw of me tonight all he did was nod. No arguments. I didn't waste any time getting out of the car. I practically ran to the door even though I was in so much pain. I wanted to see him. I bursted through the front door, Michael not to far behind me.
"Claire?" I heard running footsteps making their way from upstairs. I heard more than one pair of footsteps bounding down the stairs. There he was. Shane. I was quickly enveloped in more arms. I hugged him back with all my energy.
"Are you okay? Oh god what did he do to you?" His hands were on my cheeks, his eyes running up and down my arms, legs, face. He looked so worried.
"Nothing...I'm fine." I nodded, Shane's eyes met mine. He matched my nod.
"Claire?" I heard Eve behind Shane. Shane moved away from me and I saw Eve. She looked smaller than usual, and scared. Her mascara was running in black lines down her cheeks. She had been crying. I limped over to her and wrapped my arms around her. I don't know why but I felt guilty for doing it because of what I know of her husband. I felt her small arms wrapped around my waist, resting on my side where I fell. I winced and she stepped away. Shane's hand was on my back in seconds to hold me up. I suddenly felt dizzy. I took hold of Shane's hand.
"You should get some rest." Shane and Eve agreed. I heard more footsteps and Michael appeared at the door. Eve left our little group and jumped up onto Michael. He repaid her with a kiss on the cheek. He was whispering something to her and she was nodded. I turned my eyes away as Shane helped me up the stairs. Once I showered, I looked over my wounds. There was a huge bruise on my hip, some cuts on my arms but there was nothing on my neck no wound that would look like to small puncture wounds about an two inches apart. There was nothing. I slipped on my pajamas and joined Shane in my room. He was pacing my room but stopped when I walked in.
"Hey.." He says. He takes a step towards me and that's all he has to take to wrap his arms around me. He runs his hand down my wet long hair.
"Claire, I'm so sorry this happened. I should have been paying attention to you and not to Michael. I'm sorry." Shane whispered in my ear. I looked up at him, he looked so upset with himself. He looked tired also.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you too." He kissed my forehead before pulling me closer again. He rested his cheek against my temple and I closed my eyes. This is what I needed, this is what I wanted after everything that had happened this is what made me feel safe. I start crying against his chest.
"Claire?" I can't answer him. The tears just keep coming. He leads me over to my bed and sits me down. He sits down holding me, watching me. He doesn't ask any more questions. We end up laying down and eventually falling asleep.
I don't know what time it was but it was early in the morning, probably around three a.m when I got up. I was in need of a drink so I slowly crept out of bed, afraid of waking Shane who was in a dead sleep. I closed my bedroom door when I left the room and walked down to the kitchen. The moon was enough light to get a glass of water so I didn't bother turning on the lights. I got a glass and went over to the sink.
"Claire." I heard my name from behind me. I gasped at the sudden noise, dropping my glass of water in the sink and spinning around only to find Michael standing by the door.
"Michael! You scared the crap out of me. I thought..." I thought he was Warner. Michael was just standing there, staring at me. He was acting strange.
"Michael?" I walked over to him. His eyes followed mine. "Are you okay?" He seemed distracted by something. In seconds I was being slammed back into the counter. Michael moved so fast, his hands were squeezing my arms. I gasped in pain. The counter was digging in the small of my back.
"Michael! What are you doing?" I tried to push him off me but he was to strong.
"I want you, now." Michael sounded hungry. I gasped again, thinking of fangs and biting and blood but I knew that's not what he meant. His lips were suddenly on mine. He tasted like sugar and mint. It was delicious but I knew this was wrong.
"Michael stop." I managed to push him away enough to breath. My lips felt swollen but I could taste the lingering mint.
"You know you want me to, you and I both know it." His lips met mine again. I was with Shane, I couldn't be making out with Michael right underneath him let alone making out with him at all. But without even thinking about the repercussions of my actions, as if I was having an out of body experience, I opened my mouth a little letting Michael have what he wanted. I felt Michael's hand slide down off my arms and onto my waist. I was really not thinking now. I tangled my fingers in Michael's curly blonde hair and he took that as an okay at what was happening because after that Michael was grabbing my hips, picking me up and placing me down on the table, laying me flat. He leaned over me as he stood between my legs. His kisses grew deeper, harder, my legs were around his waist, my hands working their way under his shirt so I can push it up over his head. His lips were off my lips and were now on my neck. I leaned my hand back letting out a low moan that came from the back of my neck. I threw his shirt to the ground and in no time my shirt was also off. My hands landed on the hem of his pants. The kissing stopped so I opened my eyes to see Michael.
But it wasn't Michael.
It was Warner.
Shirtless, leaning over me.
Smirking at me, showing a hint of fang.
I screamed as I tried to push him off me but he go hold of my wrists and slammed them down on the table. His black hair was a mess as if fingers had been through it, his eyes were full of hunger. Then he was biting me. I screamed louder.
I jolted out of bed, gasping for air. My room was dark, quiet. Shane was next to me sleeping. He moved around a little twisting the covers around him. He was barely covered anyway, his boxers and bare torso showing.
"You okay?" He mumbled into the pillow.
"Yeah. Go back to bed." I whispered. He turned over and laid his arm over my lap. I patted it once but stared out in my bedroom. I just had a nightmare, no it wasn't a nightmare nor a dream I thought. It felt so real, my lips still felt so swollen, my neck still throbbing in pain. It was as if I had a hallucination. I hallucinated about Michael, or Warner, or both. I didn't go back to sleep for the rest of the night.