Sorry if its too much cursing. I couldn't avoid it in the chapter. Marie Beau, you left an extremely long, intense review. Okay, so first I incredibly apologize if you feel offended at all by how gentle I took the topic. But then again, its all fiction, so it obviously is not real and Im sure people get that and its not portrayed to be real. And I might do a sequel on her whole process and include facts just because of your review. But again, Im sorry if you felt offended and if I do the sequel, I will look into that. And liz-luvs-munro4ever, your review made me laugh so shoutout to you. Anyway, Enjoy guys!
Eli immediately tried to shut the door in his face but Randall was too quick. He got in the house and slammed Eli against the wall, practically choking him, closing the door with his foot.
"Where's Clare?"
"She's not here." He choked out.
He shoved his harder again the wall, "You damn liar, where is she?"
"She went out." Randall stopped talking to see if he heard anyone and he didn't and knew Clare wasn't really there.
Randall dragged Eli in the living room and began punching him. He was soon lying on the floor, as Randall continued punching and kicking him in his stomach, on his stitches. Eli was getting dizzy, about to black out. The door opened and it was Clare. Her eyes widened at the site of her dad.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She yelled as she ran over to Eli.
"I was waiting for you." Randall explained.
She just glared at him and turned back to Eli. His eyes were slowly closing, losing consciousness.
"Eli, what's wrong? Where did he hurt you?" Eli couldn't make out words and continue to slowly fade out.
"Do you want the pills?" she asked. Eli's head fell back to the floor and he blacked out. Clare was trying to figure out what to do, she wanted to give him the pills but knowing he couldn't swallow them if he was unconscious.
She got and walked over to Randall, furious.
"What the hell did you do to him?"
"Nothing."
"You damn liar." Randall moved away from Clare and towards Eli, and pulled a gun out of his side.
"Get away from him." She yelled.
"I don't think so."
Clare ran over to Eli, hovering over him so he couldn't shoot him.
"I don't wanna shoot you Clare, just move."
"No, leave him alone." She teared.
"Just fucking move." Randall yelled getting aggravated.
She cried and looked at Randall. She got off of Eli, and pulled him by his arm away from her dad. Once she got him further away, she went over to Randall.
"What did he do to you that makes you want to kill him? You don't even know him."
"He has you." Randall said bluntly.
"Excuse me?" She questioned.
"Clare, I want you back."
She looked at questioning his sanity, trying to figure out who in their right mind possess someone to say that to their daughter.
"Your freaking sick and you need to leave." Clare heard a faint voice behind her.
"Clare…"
She turned around to see Eli still lying on the floor, his eyes fluttering open. She ran over to get the pills and a bottle of water and gave them to him.
Randall made his way to Eli, standing right above him as Eli crawled back.
"Hey kiddo." Randall said in a mocking voice. Eli glared in response.
Clare didn't know what to do and was panicking. Instantly, she kicked Randall in the leg making the gun fall from his hand. Clare quickly picked it up.
"Clare, shoot him." Eli said. She looked at Eli sympathetically and started crying and back at her dad who held his hands up in defense.
"Clare, don't do this." Randall said.
"Like I'm actually going to listen to you when you tell me to stop. You never listened to me."
"Clare, kill him already. Please." Eli yelled still lying on the floor.
"I can't do it." She cried.
"He's gonna kill me if you don't. Clare, please."
She held up the gun to her dad, her hands shaking.
"Clare, you don't want to do this. You're sinning." Randall said trying to make her feel guilty.
"No, you raping me for the past years was sinning."
"Clare, please don't do this." He whined.
"Shut the hell up." She yelled still crying.
"Babe, kill him already."Eli yelled.
Clare turned her head, crying even more, her hands unsteady and pulled on the trigger twice.
Clifffy indeed! It's mainly a cliffy because I don't know if the rest you guys would like and Im scared you wont so you have to tell me what you want. So either Randall dies and Im gonna do a sequel on Clare's rape process and stuff to follow MarieBeau's suggestion and include life after Randall or Randall ends up in the hospital and then in jail. I really am lost on where to take it. If I don't get suggestions, I'll just do what I had in mind. Hoped you enjoyed it, review!