I'm just gonna update when I can. I explained it in my update to my other story Maybe I Was Wrong.

I had to speed it up by 2 weeks because I just didn't really know what to do.

Here you go :3

2 Weeks Later

"I just don't get it." Jeremy said taking a long drag from the cancer stick placed carelessly on his lips.

"I work my ass off to put some damn food on the table and she still ain't happy with me. Doesn't 40 plus hours at my shitty job, full time student, and being a daddy to a 4-year-old mean anything? I ain't even got time to get some damn sleep." I bit my lip listening to him, nodding my head to what he was saying.

"I completely understand that." I said, as he looked over at me. "Well I've never truly experienced that but you have a valid argument." Jeremy pursed his lips absorbing my words. Although there wasn't much to say about this, but there was strong truth behind my words. Jeremy and his girlfriend Rochelle had dated in their Junior and Senior year. A few months before their graduation she got pregnant. Jeremy was a smart student, getting mostly A's, but this set him back.

They both ended up having a daughter, Macy. Jeremy told me a lot about her and her love for sports, I'd love to meet this little tom boy some day. Altogether Jeremy seems like a dedicated father and boyfriend. Not so sure about how he is as a student, but his back pack is always filled with books. Plus he doesn't seem to talk about his current studies that much. All I know is he's studying mechanical engineering.

"You're smart little miss Clare. Tell me what I can do. Help me fix my life." He said with a a playfulness to his tone. I leaned back against the wall, flicking my cigarette a bit.

"Like I'd actually be able to help you. I can't even get my damn life together." I muttered the last part. Jeremy's eyes grew concerned.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." He laughed stuffing his cigarette carton into his back pack and standing up.

"Yeah I do." He extended his hand out to me, I gratefully took it lifting myself up. He dusted himself off and checked his watch.

"This was a nice talk Clare, we should do it again sometime. See ya around." He said winking at me as he walked off into the parking lot and into his car driving off.

Since Jeremy and I met we've talked a lot, always meeting up at the spot where we first met. We're both just lost people trying to find our way out of our cluttered life. Although he doesn't know the full story of what I'm going through, real shocker there.

Eli and I stopped texting each other and progressed to talking on the phone a lot. He had finally dropped asking why I hadn't been going to school. I think he finally realized it's my life and my decisions. He seems to be silently protesting my actions but who knows. I get this happy feeling when we talk, like my world is finally at ease for just those few hours we talk.

Honestly a lot has changed. A few days my mom and I had-yet another-sit down chats about my living situation. We've both come to the conclusion that it would be best if I left my dorm and stayed full time at her house. I obviously asked about Glen and she simply brushed him off telling me "Not to worry".

My mom still doesn't know about me not attending my classes like I had promised or about the smoking. She'll find out at the end of this term when they send a follow up letter on whether or not I'm allowed to continue as a student here.

So really my only purpose for coming onto campus and actually doing something was to tell Bianca the news and fill her in on what had been going on. I'm not sure how she'll take the news. We've been roommates for a long time so it'll be weird for me to officially move out. I'll eventually be replaced by someone that I hope Bianca will get along with.

I strolled over to my dorm complex for hopefully one of the last times. I swung the door open accidentally running into Katelyn, our dorm manager. I suspected she'd be questioning my whereabouts, seeing as I haven't been here in maybe a month.

"Look who finally decided to show up." I scrunched my eyebrows at her. Lately my temper's been just awful, so she chose the wrong person to bitch at.

"I'm just here to get my stuff." I said pushing past her. "If you'd actually been doing your job right-which you know you don't then you'd know that I notified the school that I was leaving on campus housing."

She stood slightly, as did a few of the other students around us. Yeah, that's right bitch. Clare Edwards grew a pair. I walked up the stairs with this sense of accomplishment. And a hint of guilt. Whatever. That needed to be said, regardless if some of it isn't true..

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"So that's it? You're leaving?" Bianca said with tears in her eyes. I sat next to her, keeping a respective distance, and playing my hands that were carelessly folded in my lap.

"I guess." I said shrugging slightly. "My mom and I just talked things over and I may actually get a chance to have my mom back."

"But that makes no sense. You hated her, you said nothing could ever bring you to her." I stayed quiet.

"Clare what the hell is going on!" She cried. I closed my eyes, trying to block her out.

"You just leave and then you push me out of your life? I'm 100% honest with you, I'm your best friend. I care about you! Talk to me!" She sobbed while straining her voice at the end. "Please tell me!" She shouted at me. My blood boiled as I clenched my fists, my eyes still closed shut. I couldn't hold back, my anger getting the best of me, as it had earlier.

"I was raped okay! Are you happy?!" I screamed back at her. I instantly covered my mouth. Tears came streaming down my face at my unintended confession. My emotions ran wild. I paced for a few feet, having a war with my emotions.

No one was supposed to know!

You've ruined everything, you sick disgusting creature

Worthless!

My internal voice screamed vial things at me. The voice was right.

"Clare?" Bianca questioned. My eyes flickered up to her, tears blurring my vision. I tugged at my hair, ready for another break down. I felt her arms wrap around me as I thrashed around wanting to get away as I sobbed, unable to control myself.

"Let go of me please!" Bianca brought me to the ground holding on to me, rocking us both back and forth as I cried.

"Please!" I strained out. She pulled back from me tears of her own falling as she smoothed the hair from my eyes, wiping my tears away.

"Clare, please. It'll be okay." She whispered to me. I shook my head furiously like a small child. "It won't." I whispered to her. She wiped her eyes and sniffled a bit. "When did this happen?"

Once again I whispered my answer to her, finding it hard to muster up my voice. "At the party."

Bianca pulled me closer to her and held me tightly as she began to cry. "I'm so sorry Clare. This is all my fault! I shouldn't have made you go. I knew something was wrong with you afterwards but I never-I never decided to help! I'm so sorry."

I pulled back to face Bianca a bit shaking my head. "It's not your fault." The last thing I truly wanted was for Bianca to blame herself. I may have changed quite a bit because of all of this but my head is screwed on enough to know that she played no part in this. She couldn't have possibly known.

"Have you told anyone?" I shook my head.

"Clare you have to tell someone! This is serious!" She pleaded with me.

"No! How the hell are they going to find out who did this to me? Hm? Tell me Bianca! I don't remember a damn thing." I removed myself from her, wrapping my legs around my chest. Bianca inched as close as she could to me before proceeding to pepper me with painful questions.

"Maybe there were other victims, you have to report this. You may not be the only one. He could be doing this to other people!" I curled myself up tighter covering my ears with my hands rocking myself back and forth making a small humming noise to block this world out.

In my mind this sounded really close to Darcy's rape confession...In some ways at least.

Part 2 is coming soon. I just wanted someone finding out about her rape and it being some what drawn out, I mean it is an emotional experience telling someone something like this.

Anyway, reviews mean a lot :3