Author's Note from TurboWiz70- You guys are the best! Seriously, thank you for all the feedback you guys have given Cliffy and I! Thank you guys SOOOO much! Now, here's the next chapter . . . read, review, enjoy!
Author's Note from The Cliffhanger Girl- Thank you guys so much for all of your feedback! It means the world to us! Please keep it up! :)
Twitter: TheCliffyG and TurboWiz70
Will Be Updated Every- Saturday
Trespasser
Chapter Ten: Save Me
FITZ
"She might have the nicest rack I've ever touched, but she is the dumbest broad I've ever got to know," I told Owen about Clare, as he sighed, "Man, no one ever said banging your probably soon to be sister would be easy. Just give her space, she'll come back."
"They always do," I lit up a cigarette, breathing in the sweet nicotine.
"What about that freak, though? Didn't you say he tried to rape her or something?" Owen asked, and I glanced out my window, in search of Clare coming back to her house, "Yeah dude, I walked into Clare's house, he was on top of her and everything. He clocked her in the cheek too; I had to hold ice on her face while she cried in my arms. It was ridiculous really, but it was worth it. When I get the chance, I should thank him for the pity blow job I got from Clare."
"Comfort them for a half hour and you get everything handed to you on a plate."
I smirked, lighting up my bong and deciding to take this outside. Since my dad was out with Helen, I decided to get a little high before they came back. That's the only way I can get through my day, smoking or sniffing, either one gets me far.
"So, she ran away? Where do you think she'd be?" I sat on my porch, lighting the flame beneath my bong, "I don't know man, she's annoyingly complicated. It's not like she'll survive on her own; she'll be back. Maybe she'll get mugged or some shit. I'd pay fifty bucks to see her come back crying to her mom. Meanwhile, in all honesty, her mom is a cunt; she never pays attention to her. I kind of feel bad a little…oh wait, no, no I don't."
"Well, this phone call was useless," Owen sighed, obviously bored from me talking, "Alright, let's make it interesting. My dad's sleeping over Clare's house, so why don't you come over? Bring over two girls, who did you have your eye on?"
"I've got Marisol under my arm and Jenna."
I sighed, "Not Jenna…don't bring her; she had like twelve kids."
"She had one, man," he mumbled, "I don't want some girl who's all used up and saggy."
"I'll bring over a surprise girl. Are we playing threesome grenade or foursome all the way?" I inhaled the smoke, before replying, "If this surprise girl is hot as fuck…I'm in for a foursome. If not, threesome grenade and we dispose of the other one. Hell, don't bring Marisol; I'll pitch in for a prostitute."
Owen snorted, "Man, it's like two hundred bucks for the one we slept with last week."
"I'll pay half," I muttered, "Come on man, please…I'm sexually frustrated and Clare's not back yet. Please, please, please."
"Sorry, no can do brotha'. Maybe next weekend," I groaned, "Alright, I'm gunna' sit on the porch, finish up my bong and then jack off. I'll see you tomorrow, around seven, this way we can light up before school."
"Alrightie."
I threw my phone back in the house, before plopping my ass down on the porch, letting my vision become slightly blurred and my mind begin to clear…
"This is going to be a good night."
CLARE
"Hey! Give it! Give it back!" I tugged at my bag, an intense game of tug of war happening between me and this stranger, who decided it was a nice night to mug a teenager girl. I growled, my hands beginning to slip, "Stop! It's my stuff!"
"Give it you stupid bitch!" he growled, and I gasped, my grip loosening to its full extent. Before he could fully run away with my stuff, the only thing I could grab onto in time was my Stalker Angel Volume. I glanced down at it shakily, my hands trembling as I sunk back onto the park bench.
I was minding my own business, not bothering anybody, which probably made me a perfect target for thieves.
"It's not like I needed anything else anyways," I gripped onto my Stalker Angel book, clutching it to my chest as I noticed the man didn't even bother taking my school book bag. Of course, not even a thief would steal school books.
"And then there was two," I mumbled, lying down on the cold, desolate bench.
Tears streamed down my face as I stared out into the oblivion, the stars not even shining bright enough tonight. The park was empty; everything was just so…empty. My body felt hallow as I remembered how my mother wouldn't believe me about Fitz. I just wish I had someone…anybody.
It's so hard to make one friend, and I thought Eli would be a possibility. I scoffed, sniffling and rubbing my hands between my thighs to try and create warmth from friction. But, not even that worked because my fingers were going numb.
Curse this cold Canadian weather.
"As long as I don't go back there, I'd rather freeze to death," I groaned, facing the bench, clutching onto my Stalker Angel book for dear life.
People can take all they want from me, but this book, they would have to rip out of my cold, dead fucking hands.
"Clare?"
ELI
"Why'd you leave me all alone? Huh? Why?" I screamed, breaking everything in my way. I smashed vintage vases, ripping up papers and letting myself destroy anything I could get my hands on.
My heart was racing, hands shaking, as I shouted, pointing at the picture, "Did you have to fuck me up this badly? You fucked me up, and then you left me! How do you live with yourself?"
"And you! You didn't even try! You didn't try at all!" My blood was boiling, my throat becoming sore from my unnecessary outburst, "You left me like this…ARE YOU HAPPY? ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY?"
I could hear their laughs fill my head as I screamed, dropping to my knees and ripping the mask that was suffocating me off my face. My chest heaved as I stared down at the mask, and traced over the scars on my face, wiping away my tears.
"W-Why'd you have to leave me? I h-hate it…I hate being alone."
Between my life and my Stalker Angel note being lost, I didn't know what triggered it, but I'm assuming around those two topics made me sink into a depression outburst. Everything was just cornering me and I couldn't breathe.
My past, my present, and my future, all a lost cause.
I should just kill myself…
But, then there's Clare.
She'd be devastated; just the thought of me killing myself had her in tears on the roof today. I sniffled, my cheeks burning as the darkness continued to do its job and suffocate me. I let out a breath of relief, before my breathing hitched; hearing a loud screech echo through the house, "SAVE ME ELI! SAVE ME! I'M BURNING! SAVE ME! THE FLAMES, IT'S BURNING ME! I CAN'T BREATHE, I SEE YOU ELI! STOP STARING AND SAVE ME! SAVE ME IF YOU LOVE ME!"
I seethed, biting back my bottom lip.
The voices only stopped when Clare was here; I had to find her, and I had to bring her back. I couldn't take it anymore; these voices needed to be silenced, and if she was the antidote, then so be it.
"I'll save you," I whispered, before placing my mask over my face, and rushing out the door, slipping into my leather jacket.
My smirk went lopsided, confusion taking over me when I noticed Clare wasn't in her bed. Her room was empty, eerily empty. Her drawers were opened, loose clothes hanging out of them, and her laptop gone, along with the Stalker Angel book she always held close to her chest. Tears threatened to fall, but I shook my head…
I'm determined to find her, even if it takes all fucking night.
"Perhaps a walk will clear my head. And who knows, maybe I'll find Clare…"
Reviews? ;D
We know we know...for the next few chapters they were written too long, resulting in us splitting the chapter in half. *dodges bullets*
Love you guys,
Cliffhanger Girl and TurboWiz70
3