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Warning: INTENSE. Grab your tissues for those who are easy criers...Oh and a majorly OOC Drew D;
If you want, listen to "No Love" By Simple Plan while reading this chapter, it created the mood for me to write this.
You Found Me
No Love
ELI
She's hurt
That was my very first thought that came to mind when I heard Zig, a young teenage boy from The Dot tell me that Clare had been taken. I gulped, my throat dry, hands shaking.
I didn't know what to do.
My arms weren't strong enough to fight off Drew physically, so I did the only thing I could do and call the three trusty, strong employees from the shop, "Owen, Fitz, Adam, I need all three of you! All of you meet me at 1512 Hunter Lane! It's Clare, D-Drew took her from The Dot, please! I-I d-don't know what I'm going to do and I need you guys with me!"
All three of them were hooked up to the same phone line on my cellphone as I heard them all say at the same time, "We'll do anything for you Eli, and if it means beating the shit out of this abusive fuck, then so be it."
I got a boost of adrenaline as I raced into my car, sliding behind the steering wheel as I prayed, prayed to God that Clare was still okay. That, that I'll make it there before he does anything to harm her.
I made her a promise, a promise that I intended on keeping.
"I'm not going anywhere."
CLARE
"Cook me dinner, now! I'm starving! Do you not hear me? Did Eli clog your fucking ears up with his sperm? I'm ordering you to cook me a good, hot fucking meal!"
Twenty minutes ago, I jumped for him, grabbing any type of food he had in his kitchen, cooking everything that I could get my hands on.
"You've lost your fucking touch! Did he tell you that you shouldn't cook anymore? He's filling your head with unnecessary bull shit because you're with me forever! Til' death do us apart, remember? REMEMBER?"
Drew stood up, slamming his utensils and fists on the table. My heart raced as he roughly pushed me against the living room wall, pictures crashing from the walls onto the floor. He glared at me, before punching our wedding photo with his fist, the glass piercing the side of my face as I screamed, the pain coursing through my veins.
"Here's your ring back, my lovely wife," He gripped my hand tightly, and I could swear I heard a bone crack, causing a hiss to escape my parted, panting lips, "It belongs here forever, and this is where it shall remain."
My wedding ring that I had given back to him awhile ago, was forced back onto my shaking ring finger.
"M-my hand, I-I think it's broken," I whimpered, tears streaming down my face, and when one of my tears accidently clashed onto Drew's hand, the veins in his head pulsed out in anger, "IF YOU SHED ONE MORE TEAR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU CAN'T SEE THROUGH THOSE UGLY, DIRT BLUE FUCKING EYES ANYMORE!"
I clenched my eyes tightly, preventing tears from falling, as I glanced down at my left hand, an obvious bone poking through the skin. I didn't know what was worse, my hand, or the gash on the right side of my head.
"Get on your knees," Drew seethed through his gritted teeth as I pleaded, "Please Drew, n-no, n-not this."
"Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees," My heart raced as he placed his rough, crack-skinned hands that had some of my blood on them from my face onto my shoulders, forcing me down onto my knees.
My head hung low, my tears falling on the cold, wooden floor as Drew grumbled, "This is how you'll make up your shitty dinner, undo the zipper Clare."
When I didn't, because I obviously couldn't, he screamed, "UNDO THE FUCKING ZIPPER! YOU OWE ME!"
"I-I can't Drew, m-my hand is b-broken, I-I can't do it! I CAN'T FUCKING DO IT!" I frantically screamed at him, not caring what he does to me because at this point, I just wanted to be in a grave, buried six feet beneath the ground. Yeah, that would end all of this, all of this burden, all of the pain! I wanted him to beat me until I'm dead, I didn't want to live anymore. I wanted to make him angrier, so angry that he'll get out a knife from the kitchen drawer and slit my throat.
"I can't do it! What are you going to do huh? What are you going to do?" I spat on his shoe, as he giggled, kneeling down to my eye level, gripping my chin roughly, squeezing my jaw, "I'll break all of the bones in your body Clare, I don't care. You ran away from me Clare, and you know what happens when you run, you always end up back in daddy's arms."
"Kill me," I whimpered, grasping my hand tightly, trying to stop the pain, as I felt the blood from the side of my face drip onto my clothes, "Please."
"I can't kill you Clare, I didn't get my reward from not being with you for so long. I thought your effort was cute, playing hard to get. I let you get your time away from me, but tonight, this is it Clare, this is as good as your life is going to get. Embrace it Clare, embrace it!" Drew screamed at me, wrapping his right hand around my throat, his fingers applying immense pressure to my veins, trying to cut off the circulation.
I clenched my eyes shut, choking, blood coming out of my mouth as he only gripped my throat tighter, "T-There we go, that's the Torres wife I love to see...red in the face, flustered as hell, and horny as fuck."
My vision was becoming blurred as my feet weren't touching the floor anymore, simply hanging above it as Drew strangled me.
So this was it, this was going to be the end of everything. I smiled through the pain, just like Zig said..."Just remember to keep smiling Clare, even if it hurts." I smiled through the torterous pain, embracing my death.
I wanted it so badly, I wanted to die so badly!
The anticipation only made me want this to be quicker, to join heaven, or hell, wherever I'm destined to go in the afterlife, because I'm sure it's a hell of a lot better than being here.
My mind wandered to it's abilities, the blood from my gash drenching my chapped, panting lips. I felt my hand punch Drew's chest out of instinct, trying to get him to stop choking me, but it was no use, death was coming, whether I liked it or not.
"What the fuck?" Drew gasped, as I was soon let go, only to hit my head against the edge of a table, and from there on in, everything was dark...
Eerily dark.
ELI
The scene will forever be engraved in my mind, mocking me.
Clare was being held above the floor, her face beat red, blood dripping out of her mouth as Drew continued to smile through her struggling motions. Her left hand had the ring on it, but a bone had punctured her hand.
I didn't move, too shocked.
"Call an ambulance! Call the cops!" I heard Adam yell at me as he was assisting Clare, trying to get her to become conscious again. Owen and Fitz held each of Drew's arms in the living room, keeping him in their tight grasp.
"Call the cops man! Call an ambulance! She's dying Eli!" My hand shakily took out my phone, as everything seemed to be moving in slow motion when I choked out, "T-There's a woman, broken hand, gash on the right side of her face, strangled until unconscious. Please hurry, 1512 Hunter Lane!"
My knees hit the floor, not being able to pay attention to the operator on the phone as I gripped Clare's right hand tightly in my hand, stroking my fingers through her slightly blood-soaked hair. Adam picked up the phone, talking to the 911-operator as I whimpered, tears clashing with Clare's blood which was now all over my hands, drenching my clothes.
I didn't care.
"D-Don't leave me," I chocked out next to Clare's ear, kissing her temple, "P-Please, I-I can't lose you! I just got you! I can't lose you Clare! I can't lose you! I can't! I can't lose you!"
My hands shook violently as she didn't respond, her body motionless as the sound of grunts escaping Drew's lips filled the air. I glanced up at him to watch as he tried to escape Fitz and Owen's tight grip.
I stood to my feet shakily, before kissing Clare's broken hand.
My glare was hard, as tears streamed down my cheeks, "We made a deal man! We made a fucking deal! You didn't hold up your part! You promised her...man you promised her you wouldn't come back! You sick fuck!"
I couldn't help my physical intentions as I threw my hand back, my fist crashing into his nose as I felt his bones crush beneath my fist. Soon, blood started trickling down his face, and I smirked, "You pathetic fuck...beating a woman! She was scared of you! She feared your presence! You did this to her! You said you loved her! People who love don't do this!"
My knee jerked up, slamming him in the groin as he trembled, spitting blood on the floor as I continued to scream at him. It wasn't fair that Clare was slipping away and he'd be able to live, it needs to be even...it has to be even.
"Dude! Dude he's had enough!" I heard Adam yell, as the paramedics began to rush in through the doors, running to Clare's side.
I shook my head as I went to hit him again, but Adam snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me away from Drew. I struggled, pain, anger, and depression escaping through my tears as I screeched, "Let me go Adam! J-Just one more hit! He deserves it! I need to get even for Clare! FOR CLARE! IT'S FOR CLARE! PLEASE!"
"Clare wouldn't want you to do this Eli, she wouldn't want you to do this," Adam repeated into my ear, as the cops barged in through the door. Owen and Fitz handed Drew off to them, as he flashed me a bloody smirk.
"Come here Eli, it's okay, she's going to be okay," Adam mummered as he swiftly turned me around, and I buried my face in his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, holding onto him tightly as I sobbed, "I-I can't lose her man...she's all I've got! She's all I've got! I can't! I can't go through that again! I can't handle it! I need to kill myself, I need to go with Clare! If she goes, I go too!"
I didn't even know what I was saying, but Adam only held me tighter, "Just breathe Eli...she's going to be alright, she's going to be alright. Say it Eli! Keep saying it, repeat it, over and over again!"
"She's going to be alright," I repeated as Adam ordered me, but my tears only rushed down my face when Owen and Fitz joined our pathetic hug. I sobbed violently, and my heart raced even faster, feeling all my best friends' chests rising up and down frantically, signaling they were crying as well.
"It's going to be alright man, she'll be okay," Owen mumbled, as Fitz choked out, "S-She's a strong woman Eli, she'll fight...and fight!"
"Excuse me," We heard someone say, breaking us away from our embrace as the paramedic said, "If any of you would like to join Clare Edwards in the ambulance, you need to come now."
I felt six hands push me in front, as the paramedic ordered, "Come quick, let's go! She doesn't have all day!"
My heart dropped into my stomach, as I grabbed Adam by the hand, pulling him with me because I knew that when it came down to it, Owen and Fitz had families to take care of. I needed someone that would understand my pain, so Adam followed me into the ambulance...
CLARE
"We need a pulse people, we need a pulse!"
I heard a faint voice call out, as I struggled to open my eyes, but instead, the darkness became heavier. The darkness was thick, musky, intoxicating, and smoke was surrounding me. I felt as if I was standing up, and yet, I heard another voice call out, "You have to save her! Please!"
Eli.
"Clare Edwards, welcome," I heard a gentle voice say, but this voice was closer, less distant the others.
My eyes shot open as I glanced around me, searching for the person who belonged to this kind voice. The dark smoke disappeared, a light, vibrant white shine taking over as a woman appeared, holding onto the hand of a little girl.
"W-Where am I?" I asked, as the little girl tugged on the women's jeans. The little girl had long brown hair, and her eyes were piercing green as she whispered something into the women's ear.
"Oh sweetheart no. I'm sorry, excuse my daughter for her rudeness, I tried teaching her not to be, but she gets that little part from her father," The women giggled, as my heart nearly stopped beating when I recognized who she was.
Imogen.
It was Imogen...and Bella, Eli's wife and child.
"You're in Limbo silly," I heard Imogen say, breaking my thoughts as she smiled, "My daughter and I were ordered down here to guide you. We weren't doing much in heaven anyways, weren't we sweetie?"
I saw Bella giggle, blushing furiously due to shyness as I asked, "W-What happened to me?"
"It's a nice night for a walk, don't you think?" Imogen asked me, her monotone voice making my hands shake with fear. I didn't respond at first, wondering where she would take me if we left this spot.
"Let's go for a walk together, shall we?" Imogen and Bella held out their hands, grins on both of their faces as I glanced around, hearing Eli say faintly, "Come on Clare, fight the urge to slip away! Fight it! You're a fighter! Fight for me! FIGHT FOR ME!"
I didn't know what Eli meant, so I took their hands, separating them, now in between them as the light became unbearably bright...until, we reached a house, and I knew this house well, it was Drew's.
Why would they bring me here?
ELI
I was forced to stay outside in the waiting room, under Police surveillance.
My mind was racing as I stared down at my shaking hands. I whimpered to myself, gripping onto the rosary beads that Adam let me borrow. I didn't care if I didn't believe in God, it had to do something, because Clare believed in the big man in the sky.
I dropped to my knees from my chair, all eyes on me, even the two policeman as I whimpered, the rosary beads shaking in my blood stained hands, "I-I've n-never p-p-prayed before, b-but uh, I thought that now it might be worth a shot. S-She b-believes in you, so please...please give her a second chance! I just got her b-back! S-She's everything to me God! I-I know you don't want me to be happy, I know that! But take me instead! I don't matter in t-this world, s-she does! She deserves a chance God! Please! PLEASE!"
"Mr. Goldsworthy please stop causing undivided attention," One of the officers demanded, touching my bicep as I lifted my head, tears blurring my vision as I saw the unfamiliar faces, staring at me with sympathetic looks.
When I didn't move, shock taking over me, shock of life taking over me...I cried.
I gasped, feeling a stranger embrace me, a woman, she looked old, wrinkly even. She must've been around eighty years old, at least. I whimpered in her shoulder, as she rubbed my back, "There there sweetheart...relax, relax."
I glanced up, seeing Adam, crying as well. He wrapped his arms around himself, unsure of what to do.
My arms snaked around the old woman's waist, gripping her tightly as I felt her fragile, limp hand stroke her fingers through my hair, "My husbands in the emergency room, he has a bad heart...this might be the end, but you, your wife has a fighting chance. P-Please, don't give up hope son."
Why was this stranger comforting me, and a better question, why was my veins coursing hope to my heart?
I gasped when I saw the doctor walk through the ER doors, blood all over his white coat, glancing at me, flashing me a shaky, defeated expression. I buried my head into the elderly woman's shoulder, too afraid to face the truth about Clare.
"Mr. Goldsworthy, can I have please a word with you? It's about Clare, she's..."
END OF CHAPTER 11
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