Clare's POV
Eli had started growing distant. But why?
Was it something I did? Said?
Your crazy, you havent said more than 5 words to him in over a week.
I wasnt going to put up with this anyore. I was done with waiting around for Eli.
He needed to face reality, he wasnt dead and thats that.
But he needed to realize also, that I was still in his life.
I missed the way Eli and I use to be. Though crazy and intense, it was great!
I didnt want to be rude, but I had to.
Eli was in sleeping in my bed, new sheets finally.
I had to wake him up. I couldnt take it.
I ran in and slapped him in the face.
"Eli, get your ass up now!"
"Clare, what the fuck? Why did you slap me in the fucking face?"
"Eli, I cant fucking take this anymore! I want things back to the way they use to be!"
I was in tears, yelling as loud as I could.
"Calm down, and slow down. Now what the hell are you talking about?"
"I knew tihs would happen. I told you it would. And you promised it wouldnt."
"CLARE, WHAT THE FUCK! Whats happening?"
'Im losing you Eli. I know it. Your falling farther from me."
"Clare, your not losing me. Why would you think that?"
''Look at us Eli. You cant look at me and tell me you still want me."
Ohh boy, was I wrong. I should have shut my mouth.
If only I knew what was going to happen.
When Eli was pissed, he was PISSED.
But the way he showed it, OHH MYY!
After I had said all that, Eli gave me that look.
And with that one sexy smirk, I knew what I had gotten myself into.
Eli's POV
"CLARE, WHAT THE FUCK! Whats happening?"
'Im losing you Eli. I know it. Your falling farther from me."
"Clare, your not losing me. Why would you think that?"
''Look at us Eli. You cant look at me and tell me you still want me."
Why does she think shes losing em? Can she not see what shes doing to me?
Ive got to do something. I dont want her to think that.
I gave her that look, that makes her insatantly crumble to my feet.
She stoood there, and finally realized what was going to go down.
I was pissed, she knew that much. But I wasnt going to hurt her, not on purpose anyway.
I went to her, and with a slight tug..her clothes were off.
I threw her on the bed, and hearing her scream my name everytime I would thrust into her, sent chills down my spine.
If all the scars on my back were gone from before, they were back now.
Breathing heavy, and very much in the moment. I stopped.
Clare looked at me with that 'what the fuck' look.
I couldnt do it anymore. I couldnt breathe.
This was intense. More than ever before.
I wanted to keep going, but my body told me to stop.
She got up and threw my tshirt over her head, barely covering her body.
She walked downstairs to the kitchen. Why? I have no idea.
I waited a minute and followed her.
She stood there, questioning me.
Walking over to her, trying not to give in..was nearly impossible.
Was it the fact that she was in my shirt?
Or that she was running her hand up and down my shirtless body.
I had no idea, but giving in was my only choice.
And with that, in the kitchen or not, I gave it to her.
She was leaning over the table and screaming.
And there was the chills again.
She shoved me into a chair and sat on my lap.
There was no way I was stopping this time.
I wouldnt. I dont think I could even if I tried.
I couldnt even tell you how long all that went on.
The time found a way to slip my mind.
It didnt matter though.
Somehow we ended up laying in the kitchen floor.
And my shirt, that Clare had once been wearing was torn to shreds, much like her bed sheets.
She looked up at me. "Eli, im so sorry for doubting you."
"I told you I would never give up on you. Ive just had alot on my mind lately."
"I love you."
'I love you too. Now how about we just go watch a movie, and actually pay attention."
"Sounds like a plan."
-*thank you Kelsey for the kickass kitchen idea :)*-