Chapter 14 A dark motive
Clare's POV I was feeling the worst hurt in the world. Declan's dad killed my father,but why? Eli held me. I know he had no idea what to say,no snarky comments could make this better. He walked me out of the street to a bench. "I don't want to go home tonight. I figured reporters were going to be at my door. I didn't want to go to school tomorow,everyone was going to know. "Then lets take off." Those words made me feel something,just not better. All I wanted to do was cry. I layed my head on his shoulder.
"It's official I'm messed up." I said,while wiping my tears with my jean jacket.
Eli caressed my shoulders saying 'yah well welcome to the club." Eli fell asleep on the bench,his arm still around me. I slowly jerked away,and got up. That of course woke him. "Where are you going?" he said with a yawn.
'anywhere,somewhere,nowhere.' He just looked at me. "Glad to see that your thinking straight." he said sarcastically. This was not the time for sarcasm,but he was insensitive. We got off the park bench. It started to rain. He covered me with his jacket,as we ran across the street to his house.
Eli's POV I had no idea how to make Clare feel better. She was broken. I didn't even know where to look for all the pieces. "I'm scared Eli." she whispered in my ear. "Edwards,if we can get through a breakdown,a drunken intervention,arms full of scars,and 2 knives. I think we can get through this." She seemed to feel better. "I should call my mom,and let her know where I'm." She wiped her tears once again. She dialed her phone,and put the phone on speaker. It was the answering machine. "Eli drive me over there?" I grabbed my keys. I was going to get at her for not using proper manners in that sentence,but I figured now was not the time. We drove over to Clare's house. When we got there the door was wide open. She ran in there to find the place ransacked. "Clare went to Grandma's be back Wednesday. Emergency numbers are on the fridge." "So she just left the entire house open?" I asked.. "Something did not seem right.
"Eli I have a bad feeling about this." She raced up the stairs. She picked up her mother's purse. "She would not leave without her purse." Clare raced to the dresser. "She would not leave without her clothes Eli." "Calm down Clare,she maybe just wanted to get away." She stopped me. "without her wallet,her id? Her credit cards?" Clare ran down the stairs to a phone. "Grandma is mother there?" Clare looked frightened. "Okay you let me know if you see her." She hung up the phone,shaking her head. "There is something wrong." It was starting to look a lot like an episode of CSI,so I did start to get a little worried.
"Grab your stuff,your staying with me." If something horrible just happened... I did not want Clare in that house alone. She raced upstairs to get her pajamas and then she screamed. I flew up those stairs to her room. I stopped silent when I saw blood on the mirrior. "This has to be some kind of sick joke." I said. "I don't think so Eli." She looked terrified. She took a step back when she heard ratteling in her closet. Slowly we approached the door. I picked up Clare's labtop. "Your going to hit the burglar with a labtop?" she whispered,sounding like I was insane. We slowly opened the door together. "mmm mmm" "Declan!" There was Declan tied up in Clare's closet.
We both untied him. "What the hell happened?" Clare asked. Her hand flew over her mouth. "One of my dad's goons,locked me in here." "You ran down the street,I went in the house to talk to your mom,and then this guy came to the door saying he was with some kind of department. I wasn't buying it. Next thing I know I'm locked in a closet,and your mom is gone." "Seriously?" Clare said faintly. Clare fell backwards. She passed out right there. Declan helped me get her up. He then phoned the police. They got there in a matter in minutes. He told them all he knew. Clare layed passed out on the couch. We put an ice pack on her head, a few minutes later. she woke up. "Whoa easy,you fainted. How are you feeling?" I asked.
"hungry" she sighed. I ran into the kitchen,came back with a bottle of water and a cupcake. "Miss do you remember anything?" Clare looked at the officer. "Blood on the mirrior,the closet,my dad dying." Her voice sounded forced. She rubbed her eyes with her finger tips,and sat up. "Were going to do our very best to bring your mom home safe and sound,do you have a place to stay tonight?" Clare blinked. "I can stay at my boyfriends house." The officer nodded,and then a team came in to check for fingerprints. Declan was interviewed the most,specially since he ran away from new york. "Why would someone kidnap my mother?" Clare asked. She didn't understand. "I don't know." I said,holding her. Then she started crying again.
Clare's POV
This was too much. My life had become a soap opera. I had no idea,how I was going to sleep tonight. One minute Eli and I are on a bench talking about skipping school. Then we were being interviewed by police. If I had these many issues,was he really going to stick around? I walked over to the officer. "My mom called me earlier today,telling me to turn on the news." "Did she say anything else...?" "Just Clare I need you to turn on the news." So I did. "That's when they said Coyne said my dad's death was no accident." I shook my head,glancing at the floor.
"Believe me we don't believe that's a coincidence." The officer walked away from me. "Okay well were going to finish up here,collect your personal belongings." I ran upstairs to find 2 officers taking photo's of the mirrior,and searching for fingerprints. I grabbed my night sack,some pajamas,random clothes,a hair brush,a tooth brush...my razor. My jewelry box,my purse,and whatever else I thought I'd need. I picked up my journal,and stuck it in the bag too. Then I ran down the stairs. Eli was waiting for me. What else could I put him through tonight?
Sorry I asked,God. "We have a call." These men walked in with recording equiptment. They motioned to me to pick up the call. "Hello." I said. "Clare you have to turn on the news." My mom crying. "Mom." I said. She was saying the same thing she did before. It was a recording. Whoever it was,was trying to throw us off.
The officer motioned to give him the phone. I did. He set it down,trying to get a location. This phone call is coming from down the street. They sent two officers to a near by pay phone. He returned with a tape recorder,the one that Dad kept is the droor of his office.
too be continued...I know your mad at me for that =]