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THE JUNKIE-CHAPTER 21
FITZ'S PROSPECTIVE
I sat in the ravine alone.
My heart was pumping at an erratic pace, my mind was racing, and my chest was heaving from the pain in my ribs.
My whole body was aching at different levels.
I held my head in my hands as I cried in one of the corner's of the ravine.
I couldn't take it anymore; I can't stay in that house.
But, I don't have anywhere to go.
I cried and cried knowing the physical and mental damage my older brother was doing to me.
My thoughts were broken when I felt someone shake me.
"Fitz! Fitz! Are you okay?" I heard a voice ask.
I was beaten so hard, I could barely see what's going on.
I was surprised if where I was, was even the Ravine.
"Fitz!" I heard a shriek.
"Clare? Is that you?" I asked to what felt like the open air.
"Fitz look at me, look at me," she ordered.
I kept my head buried in my knees not wanting her to see my face.
She squeezed her hands in the spaces between my elbows and face and forced me to look at her.
She shrieked and asked, "Fitz what happened?"
I shook my head and smiled as the blood dripped to my lips, "My brother's girlfriend broke up with him. So, I guess I had to pay for it…"
I laughed feeling the pain that had never been as bad as this.
"Fitz, you need to go to a hospital, I need to take you to-." I cut her off by gripping her arm tightly and forcing her to look into my eyes.
"Please. Do not take me there, Clare please. I'll never get out. They'll take me away and I can't live without my brother."
Clare sighed and I can hear her sniffling.
I closed my eyes tight and tried to open them to argue with her...
CLARE'S PROSPECTIVE
"Fitz, Fitz, Fitz!" I repeated his name feeling one thing I didn't want to feel, scared.
"Fitz…come on," I told him as he closed his eyes.
I slapped him repeatedly as I tried to wake him.
His face had a tiny gash on the side of his cheek and his chest was heaving up and down as if he was fighting to breathe.
Fitz placed his hand behind my head and pulled me close to his ear and forced these two words out of his mouth, "Save me."
I looked around and didn't know what to do.
Should I just bring him back to my house? Or, the hospital.
No, if I took him to the hospital they would take him away.
I looked around and didn't know what else to do but take him back to my house.
But, how was I going to get him there? I can't carry him.
I stood up and looked down at Fitz who had shoved himself in the corner of the Ravine with blood caressing his face and a look I couldn't stop staring at.
The tears fell from my face as I remembered feeling exactly how Fitz feels right now and no one could save me.
But, I was here, I could save him.
I looked nervously around making sure no one was around.
"Fitz, you're going to have to at least drag yourself," I told him grabbing his arms as he shakily got on his feet.
I wrapped his left arm around my head so it could lean on my shoulder and tried to drag him as best as I could.
"Ugh, Fitz why do you have to be so fucking heavy…" I whined as I dragged him out of the ravine and walked the longest blocks to my house in my life.
Once I reached my house Fitz leaned on the fence groaning in pain.
"Come on Fitz," I wrapped his right arm around my neck and he clung to me like glue as I opened up my door and helped him onto my couch.
I sat him down and he sighed.
"I can't see Clare…"he whispered that I could barely hear him.
The blood was over his eye lids and were starting to dry up.
I closed my door, locking it behind me, and grabbed four water bottles, alcohol, paper towels, ice, and Band-Aids.
Fitz lay with his back on the couch and I took the water and poured it on his face.
He immediately shot up with a feeling of alert.
"It's okay Fitz…it's okay you're safe." I told him taking the paper towel and gently wiping the blood off his face.
"Clare, how did I get here?"
He didn't remember, he was beaten so hard he could barely remember.
I rubbed his arm soothingly and said, "Fitz, I brought you here, back to my house. Your brother beat you again…"
Fitz nodded, "I know, I can feel it."
He laughed and I asked, "Can I at least help you clean the cuts on your face before you leave?"
Fitz held out a hand I helped him up.
He un buttoned his shirt slowly and I asked, "Fitz, what are you-?"
I stopped my sentence when he opened his shirt and I saw huge gashes on his stomach so bad he could need stitches.
I covered my mouth when I saw blood dripping from his pants.
"Fitz, you need a hospital, I'm calling the police."
When I tried to make my way past him Fitz grabbed my arm and stared me in the eyes.
"Clare, if you call nine one-one then I am going to make my way out of that door faster than you can imagine. I just need someone to just help me back on my feet. Clare, you're the only one I trust with my body. Can I trust you with my life right now?"
The tears streamed down my face and I nodded, "Come upstairs to my room. My mom might be home soon."
He limped up the steps behind me and I put a towel on my bed preventing the blood from getting all over.
"You can sleep on my bed tonight," I told him patting the open spot on the bed.
"I can't Clare, I think I'm just going to go…home," he told me starting to walk back.
"No, Fitz. You're staying here tonight, are you crazy? I'm not letting you go back there," I told him.
"I'll take the floor," he said.
I shook my head and said, "I got the floor, you take the bed."
Fitz smiled and said," I know it's strange, but I don't have a bed, so I'm used to sleeping on the floor…"
I mouthed an "oh," and asked, "Fitz, are you sure? You're all cut up, I think it'd be better to just sleep in my bed."
He asked, "Are you sure you don't mind Clare? I really feel bad intruding on you, I should just be home."
I smiled and asked, "We victims have to stick together right?"
He grinned and nodded, "Yeah, we do."
Fitz slowly made his way to my bed and sat down over the towel.
"I think my mom's boyfriend leaves his clothes here, you can borrow them if you want to. I think you should change out of those clothes."
He said, "This is fine."
Fitz was tense, nervous, scared, he was all worked up.
"Fitz, you can borrow new clothes and I'll wash those. It's not a problem, at all," I told him and I said, "Bathrooms down the hall."
I went into my mom's room and sure enough found a pair of boxers and a loose shirt and a sweater.
I handed it to Fitz and he asked, "You don't have pants?"
I shook my head, "This is all I found."
He nodded and said, "Great."
He limped his way down the hallway and slowly shut the door behind him.
I waited around ten minutes for him to come out, but he didn't.
I walked up to the door and gently knocked on it.
"Fitz, are you okay?" He cleared his throat and opened the door.
"You look better," I told him.
His face was cleaner, and he looked like he could walk.
We walked back into my room and he sat down on my bed and said, "Thank you Clare. Like, I'm serious you saved me tonight."
I nodded and smiled, "It was…no problem at all."
It was already ten o' clock and I texted Eli good night.
"If you're going to sext all night, I can leave if you want," Fitz said.
I shut the light and lay on the floor snuggling up with my blanket.
"I promise we'll stop in an hour."
He laughed and said, "Oh Clare, you have no idea what you did to that kid. He went from a hardcore junkie to a teddy bear."
I grinned knowing I had changed Eli, for the better.
"I know, I just hope his plan will work with Jason tomorrow because, I really can't take him anymore."
Fitz turned over and I saw his brown eyes through the darkness.
"Clare, all you have to do is wear the recorder on you and go along with whatever he says and then we give the police the tape and then they arrest him and he's gone. It'll work, if you make it work."
I nodded and said, "I am really nervous."
He smiled and said, "Me too Clare. But, I know you're strong, you can take him on."
I laughed and turned over so my back faced him. "Good night Clare," I heard him whisper.
"Good night Fitz," I told him closing my eyes.
AW (; I'M SORRY, I JUST HAD TO DO THAT…CLARE AND FITZ WON'T BE TOGETHER IN THIS STORY, BUT MIGHT BE A FEW BUMPS IN THE ROAD. LOL, OKAY PREVIEW TIME!
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I smirked until I saw that Clare stomped out of her house, crying. She was fine. What could have happened in five minutes? She opened the passenger seat of the car and sat down sighing in relief. "You alright?" I asked her. She just curled up in her seat and faced the passenger window. "Clare, what happened?" I asked. "Just drive Eli. You want to make this a peaceful ride to school, just drive," she told me. I nodded one moody girlfriend to go, thanks god.
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