Disclaimer: Degrassi is something I don't own, sadly… I do own Eli's five year old cousin though, Maureen.
A/N: Hm, I'm so close to reaching 800 reviews! Oh man, I'm so excited! Let's make that happen shall we? :) This chapter is for everybody who reviewed and has stuck with me in this story and never left because of how dark it is! *cries* I love you guys! Anyway *clears throat* there will be alternating POV's in this chapter, but most of it will be centered on Eli. I love writing in his POV, makes me all giggly on the inside X3
It's hard to believe that this story is coming to an end pretty soon D; I'm going to try and post longer chapters so I can get more into the story, I'm not going to have over 35 chapters for this story, so yeah. Oh and the two-shot side story should be posted sometime this week, keep a look out for it! Okay, so, I'm not going to keep you waiting, here's chapter 25!
Oh, before I go I would like to answer a question; the side story The Brightside will only be centered on Eli and Jenna's relationship, like what happened between them and such. Anyway, haha I hope I answered your question, enjoy!
Warnings: More sexiness; as you can see, Clare and Eli are getting close ;) so, yeah. No hate.
Alibis
Summary: Waiting for change to lead him down a more innocent path, death obsessed Elijah Goldsworthy finds it in a blue eyed beauty, but perhaps with an even darker past than his own.
CHAPTER 25
After Clare left last night, I hadn't spoken to anybody since. When my parents would come in and have a conversation with me, I would remain silent. When the nurses asked if I needed anything, no answer; when my therapist came in to have a session, I didn't say anything to him, not a single word. I never thought that I would feel so lost without Clare, it's like, as cliché as it sounds, I feel like she's the only one who knows me better than my own family.
I sighed and leaned back on my hospital. The doctor came in earlier and said I should be able to go home today, but I wasn't going to leave until I saw Clare. My attention was focused outside the window where I watched the cars pull in to the parking lot and drive away from the hospital.
"So, you just can't keep yourself out of the hospital, huh?"
My eyes shot to the door and I frowned.
"What are you doing here?" I snarled.
"Dude, you're my best friend, I can't just not check up on you." Adam said as he walked closer to the bed and sat down in the chair. I glared at him and turned away. Adam chuckled. He stated, "So, are you really going to be this way?" I looked at Adam from the corner of my eye and frowned. He placed his hand over mine and I snatched it back. Adam frowned.
"Okay, what did I do?"
"You know damn well what you did… you lied to my parents about the dog incident and then I had to fucking listen to two people who are more corrupted than I am!" I snapped. Adam flinched and he looked down in shame. I crossed my arms across my chest and stared out the window. I could hear Adam shifting uncomfortably in his seat and he sighed long and hard.
"Did you do this, because of me, Eli? Did you put yourself in the hospital because I didn't tell them the entire story about you and the dog?" Adam asked. I frowned, suddenly remembering why I ended up in the hospital in the first place. Clare… I shook my head and turned to Adam. He gave me a look and I sighed shakily. I said, "No, it wasn't you… something happened between me and Clare yesterday and I kind of over reacted." Adam narrowed his eyes and I shrugged my shoulders. He continued to glare at me, and I knew that he wanted the full story. It's not like I had any other choice, so I rested my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes for a moment.
"I told her about… when I killed her dog—
"You told her!" Adam shouted.
"Shut up, and let me finish," He nodded; "After I told her, I said that I didn't know he was hers… and she left me. I thought she didn't love me anymore… or didn't want me anymore so I grabbed my anxiety pills and downed almost the entire bottle, when I woke up, I was here." I explained. Adam blinked a few times and slowly shook his head at me. I expected him to slap me across the face, or punch my arm, but he remained quiet.
After five long minutes, Adam finally spoke.
"So you tried to kill yourself, because of some stupid assumption that Clare left you?" Adam said monotone. I flinched at his words and swallowed hard. He laughed a short laugh and got up from the chair. What Adam said next really made my whole body just break down. It was harsh, and I wasn't expecting it to be honest. I felt tears stinging at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back.
"You're pathetic, Eli, always have been and probably always will be."
I watched Adam get up, and storm out of the room. This had given me the chance to let the tears I blinked back to stream down my cheeks. I wasn't sobbing, but crying silently, and staring at my legs buried underneath my blanket. I clenched my fists and let out shaky breaths as I attempted in refraining myself from breaking down.
I bit my bottom lip, hard, and felt the skin break, enough to have blood slowly spill down my chin. I didn't bother in wiping it. A nurse walked in as well as my mom but I ignored them.
"Eli, sweetheart your lip is bleeding." Mom said.
"No shit…" I muttered. The nurse did the "honors" in cleaning the blood from my chin and she checked everything, making sure the machine was working and if I needed anything. Once the nurse left, my mom spoke, "Adam looked upset when he left, did something happen between you two?" Of course something happened. He practically ditched me! Obviously, she didn't even catch a glimpse of me crying, surprise, surprise.
"Eli, what happened?" Mom asked.
"Adam was just… being Adam." I muttered, while my fists continued to clench and unclench beside my legs. Mom frowned and she placed a hand over mine, the one that didn't have the IV needle sticking out of it. I glanced at her and she smiled softly at me. I didn't trust myself to speak at all, because I knew that I would've probably had incoherent words spilling from my lips. I just let my tears fall, and my mom got up to sit on the bed. I leaned forward and buried my head into her shoulder.
"He just… he said that I'm pathetic… that I always have been and probably always will be…" I whimpered. My mom didn't say anything, only rubbed my back in a slow circle. I sniffled and my mom whispered, "Eli, you are not pathetic, you're odd, I'll give you that, but Adam is wrong, and he's going to come back and see the mistake that he's made and apologize to you. You guys are best friends." I tried to believe her, but… Adam normally wouldn't say something so horrid, and actually mean it. I sighed, and pulled away. Mom wiped my tears with her thumb.
"Your father went home to get you some clothes, and saw Clare. He said to tell you, that Clare said she should be coming to check on you in an hour or so." Mom said.
I nodded and smiled.
Just the mentioning of Clare made me feel so much better. Mom got up and said that she was going to get me something to eat from the cafeteria and soon walked out of my room. I sighed shakily and grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, and flipped lazily through the channels. Since it was still early, there was nothing interesting to watch, except for cartoons.
While sighing heavily and placing the remote next to me, I glanced out the window, waiting to see if I could see Clare walking inside. My mom walked into the room and she placed a tray of food in my lap. It looked so disgusting, I swear it was alive. I grimaced, "Mom can't I just wait until I get home to eat? This looks like somebody already ate it." Mom sighed and reached up to rub the back of her head.
"Eli, you haven't eaten in the past two days, you have to eat something, please." She practically begged. I pressed my lips to a thin line and looked down at my food. I picked up the fork and moved the eggs around, and then the grits on the side. I started to eat, just to make my mom happy. Each time I would swallow, I try to hide the face I would make, because it tasted just so horrible. I don't know how people could make patients eat something that tastes so disgusting.
I soon finished forcing myself to eat and pushed my half eaten food away.
Mom smiled warmly at me.
"How was it?"
"Honestly, it was the worst thing I've ever eaten." I responded nonchalantly.
"I'm sorry honey, but I wasn't going to let you go without eating something." She tried to reason with me. I rolled my eyes and she grabbed the tray and finished what I didn't eat. I don't know how she could eat it without making a face. Ugh, just watching her made me sick to my stomach. I grabbed my sheets and covered myself, and turned to my side so I was facing the window.
As minutes went by, I had completely convinced myself that Clare wasn't going to come in. Mom didn't leave the room though. She stayed sitting next to me, rubbing my back and scratching my head every now and then. I found this to be quite relaxing, so I closed my eyes for a brief moment. It wasn't until moments later when I heard that angelic voice that made my heart flutter abnormally.
"Is he sleeping?"
"Oh, hi Clare, haha, no, I don't think he's asleep, try poke his side, he's very ticklish."
I clenched my jaw and mentally cursed at my mother. I wasn't that ticklish, it's just a certain spot under my arm that makes me jump. Clare's finger poked my side but I didn't budge. She continued poking me, until I heard her sigh in frustration. I smirked and was about to turn around and face her, but she had grabbed my under arm and made me let out the biggest girlish squeak ever.
Clare giggled and I turned to face her, glaring at her playfully. I smiled and she leaned down and kissed my forehead and said, "Sorry I was late, had to go out of town for a few hours. How are you feeling?" I shrugged my shoulders in response and sat up. I gave my mom a look and said, "Mom would you um, you know… leave so I can talk to Clare?" She smiled a little and nodded. Mom kissed the top of my head and ruffled my hair before walking out of the room, and closing the door in the process.
I glanced over at Clare and smiled softly at her. She smiled in return. It was quiet between us, and I was starting to get a little nervous.
"So, um… Clare," I started. She looked up at me with a curious expression; "Um, does this mean since you're here and all… does this mean that you forgive me, a-about killing your dog?" I stole a glance from her and watched her sigh just a little. I frowned and looked away. Clare took my hand in hers and she pressed her lips into a line.
"Eli, I'm um… a little upset that you killed my dog, but… after thinking about it last night… you said you didn't know, and I understand that. But, it's just, you know… kind of hard to get over the fact that your boyfriend tells you he killed your dog, and you go off and help her look for a dog that's already dead." Clare responded. I nodded, understanding completely, and I lowered my gaze, feeling ashamed. Clare continued; "But that doesn't mean I don't love you anymore." I looked up at her and smiled. Clare leaned forward and she kissed the corner of my mouth.
"Um, I get out of here today; do you want to maybe… do something with me?" I asked.
"I'd love to do something with you." Clare responded.
"What would you like to do?" I crossed my arms across my chest and watched Clare bit on her lower lip as she thought. I found that to be damn cute and she finally responded after a few minutes, "Let's go to the park!" I smiled and nodded. Clare squeaked and she got up to wrap her arms around my neck. I hugged her back and she pulled away.
Clare was all smiles today, and I was starting to think something may be wrong. I reached over and grabbed her hand and asked, just to be cautious, "Clare, is something wrong?"
She blinked a few times and shook her head. "No, I'm fine… really, why do you ask?" She questioned. I shrugged.
"No reason." I responded after a short pause.
Clare nodded curtly and looked around the room. I watched her intently, even though she said nothing was wrong. I could just tell by her body movement, the way she would fidget, the way she would hesitate in smiling. I think something happened last night when she got home. I didn't want to pester her, I was going to let it go for now; maybe she'll tell me later.
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Eli's House
2 Hours after Leaving the Hospital
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"So, do you have everything that you need?" Clare asked.
"Clare, we're just going to the park, and I'm going to read you a book, I'm sure I have everything." I chuckled. Clare nodded and smiled softly. She got up from my bed and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I sighed and kissed her back, my arms moving around her waist. The book I had in my hand was dropped to the floor, as I pulled her body much closer to mine. Clare pulled away and I kissed her forehead.
She pulled away and grabbed my hand saying, "Let's go now." I nodded and I grabbed the book from the floor and the blanket she picked out so we could lay on it, and she led me out of my house. We ended up taking my mom's car, since Morty was acting up again. Clare fastened her seatbelt and she glanced out the window as I pulled out of the driveway, and headed to the park. We were both silent on the way there, aside from the soft music playing on the radio. When we arrived, Clare quickly grabbed the blanket that Clare had chosen we lay on. She climbed out, as well as I and I followed her as she looked around for a spot.
She chose a place under a tree, and I watched her lay the blanket out over the bright green grass, and she soon sat with her legs tucked under her. I sat down against the tree, and Clare frowned. She crawled up and sat in between my legs. I shifted around trying to get comfortable, but it was hard, since I was leaning against a tree.
After finding a comfortable position, I opened the book to the first page and started reading. It was one of my favorite short stories by Edgar Allen Poe – The Pit and the Pendulum. Clare had never read it so she insisted I read it to her. Clare rested her head on my shoulder and I glanced down at her for a few moments before I continued reading.
"Hey Eli…"
"Yes?" I asked as I marked the page, and closed the book.
"Remember my ex-boyfriend."
I tensed up at the mention of him, but nodded gently. Clare turned so she was facing me, her shoulder against my chest. She looked sad. I cupped her face and brushed my thumb across her soft lips, and then her cheekbone. Clare sighed shakily and closed her eyes. She licked her bottom lip and looked down. She whispered, "Well he's in town… or is coming to town… to see your ex." I blinked a few times and looked down at the ground.
"What?" I whispered.
"KC is coming to see Jenna. Alli sent me a text before I went to the hospital, and she told me that KC started talking to Jenna online a few weeks ago, and is coming here to meet her." Clare explained. I licked my lips and swallowed hard. KC, her ex, is coming to meet my ex? God, I didn't even know people still did the online dating thing. I felt Clare tense up against me and I held her, close.
"Eli, KC is a dangerous person."
"Clare, he won't come near you, I promise." I responded, and I meant it. If KC ever comes near Clare, I swear on my life, I'll fucking murder him.
"Clare aren't you worried about what might happen to Jenna?"
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Of course I don't care. Jenna deserves whatever happens to her. Clare frowned when I didn't respond to her. After a short pause, I said, "Clare… I really don't care what Jenna does anymore, and if she wants to date KC, that's her problem, not mine, and not yours." Clare nodded and chewed on her bottom lip.
"I guess you're right." Clare responded.
The look on her face didn't change and I felt kind of bad for what I said. From what Clare has told me about KC, he's abusive. No matter what Jenna has done to me in the past, not one girl deserves to get hit for some stupid reason. But, I really didn't care. Clare is my girlfriend, and that's all that matters, and I won't ever lay a finger on her.
"Can you continue reading?" She asked. I nodded and she got back into the position she was in, laying her head on my shoulder and her back against my chest. I opened the book to the marked page, and cleared my throat before I started to read. Every now and then I would glance down at her as I read, and she would look up at me and smile. After about ten minutes, Clare had grabbed the book from my hands and marked the page I was on. She turned around so she was facing me.
"Clare what's wrong—
She closed the gap between us, and crushed her lips over mine. I was taken aback from the sudden action, and I gasped. Clare's hand rested on my hip and I felt her hand clench the hem of my loose black t-shirt. Our tongues stroked each other's while her fingers touched my hip bone, and across my stomach. I pulled away and shuddered as he fingers massaged my stomach, and the place against my ribs. Clare smiled at the reactions she was getting from me.
Her fingers moved up to the middle of my chest and she whispered, "Your heart is racing, are you okay?" I nodded and closed my eyes; my breath was coming out in short pants as her fingers continued to dance along my flesh.
I didn't even know just the simplest touch can make me react this way… I guess it's because Clare is doing it, I'm not sure. She moved her hand down around my back and traced my spine, from between my shoulder blades, and down to the lining of my skinny jeans. Her lips traced my jawline, towards the side of my neck where the vein was pulsing rapidly behind my skin.
"Are you okay?" She asked softly.
"Yes." I breathed.
Clare nodded and her hand found a place on the back of my neck while she moved around so she was straddling me. I glanced around, making sure there was nobody around and sighed shakily as her lips teased my neck. I clenched her hips when she nibbled on my skin, and tried my hardest not to moan.
"W-we should go and get something to eat." I whispered.
"Okay." Clare responded and I felt her lips curl up into a smile against my flesh. I shuddered again and Clare moved off my lap and held her hand out. I took it and she helped me up. Clare picked up the book and I grabbed the blanket it and folded it as best as I could, and we both started walking to the car. Clare climbed into the passenger seat as I climbed into the driver's side, and turned the ignition on. I pulled away from the park and headed towards the Dot. Clare had decided she wanted to get something to go and go back to my place.
But, I didn't feel that to be necessary. The food would get cold, and I really don't like cold food, unless it's meant to be of course.
We arrived outside the Dot, and I quickly turned the car off and we both climbed out. Clare took my hand in hers and we both walked inside the café, and took a seat in one of the empty booths, instead of sitting across from each other, she sat down next to me. Peter had walked over to us, and asked me how've I've been, because he somehow found out that I was in the hospital for a night and a half. I guess Darcy told him. I wouldn't be surprised; she didn't know how to keep her mouth shut. Dumb bitch…
"Well, what would you guys like to have?" Peter asked as he pulled his notepad out and got ready to take orders.
"Ladies first." I smirked.
Clare smiled. "I'll have the um, grilled chicken wrap and a small lemon Ice-T." Clare said as she placed her menu down in front of her. I just ordered water and a small plate of fries. Clare reached over the table and she interlaced our fingers. I smiled and brought her hand up to my lips and I kissed the back of it gently. Clare blushed and turned away, hiding the cute blush that adorned her cheeks.
"You shouldn't make me blush so much." She whispered.
"Why not? I think it's cute." I purred.
Clare blushed again and she bowed her head, her curly hair covering her face like a curtain. I reached up and cupped her cheek, causing her head to tilt up. Clare smiled sheepishly at me and I leaned forward to kiss her.
"Clare?"
She pulled away from me, craning her neck to the source of the noise. I felt her hand tense up in mine and I turned to look at where she had focused her attention. Some tall guy about six feet one walked up to mine and Clare's booth and stood next to it. Clare scooted much closer to me, which had her back against my side, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"God you haven't changed a bit."
"What are—you doing here, KC?" She asked.
KC had switched glances at me, and then at Clare. He arched his eyebrow at me and then turned his attention back to Clare.
"I'm here to see my date, Jenna. She should've arrived about an hour ago, but she hasn't."
"Probably out fucking some other guy." I muttered.
"Excuse me?" KC asked.
I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. Clare turned away from KC and looked down blankly at the table. KC was talking to her, asking who I was and how's she been. She was ignoring him. From the corner of my eye, I could see KC practically glaring at her, his eyes piercing into her skin, which caused Clare to shudder and shake softly next to me.
"Will you look at me when I'm talking to you!" KC growled.
"KC, just go away." Clare demanded.
He muttered something inaudible, but turned around and walked off nonetheless. Clare sighed shakily and covered her face with her hands. I pinned my eyebrows together and started to panic when I heard her let out a pained, choked sob.
"Clare what's wrong, why are you crying?" I asked her quickly. She only turned to me and buried her face into my neck and clenched my shirt in her hands. I held her close to me and rubbed her back soothingly before reaching up to run my fingers through her soft hair. She whimpered, "KC scares me… he always scares me, I was afraid he was going t-to do something while you were here." I frowned and sighed softly.
"I'm sorry, you must think I'm weird for always crying…" Clare sniffled and wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her blue blazer. I shook my head and cupped her face in my hands. I leaned forward and kissed her softly. I whispered softly against her lips, "I would never think you're weird Clare, I love you… and I understand why you cry. At least you don't cry over stupid stuff, like the drop of a hat or something." I managed to get Clare to smile and laugh. I kissed her cheek and she scooted away so she was sitting up right.
Our food was given to us moments later and we ate in silence. It surprised me how hungry I was, because I ate the plate of fries in less than ten minutes, and chugged the water down. Clare had pushed away her meal and I noticed that it was half eaten.
"Clare? Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm just, I'll be right back okay?" Clare got up and walked to the bathroom, leaving me alone. I waited patiently for Clare to get back, and was soon accompanied by someone else. That person being none other than KC. I glanced at him, which soon turned into a glare.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Who are you?"
I arched my eyebrow at him and folded my hands over the table. Was it his business to know who I am? No, god, this KC character is really annoying. I leaned back in my seat and glanced at few times at the girl's bathroom door, waiting for Clare to come out. I hope she's okay.
"Who do you think I am?" I asked.
"Are you Clare's new boyfriend?" KC asked.
"Yes I am."
"I'm surprised she even has one, good luck. She's not who you think she is." KC said. I snorted and rolled my eyes. Of course her ex-boyfriend would come up to me and try and talk crap to me about Clare. Sure he may have dated her, but he doesn't know her, not anymore at least. Clare is a gentle person, a broken person; part of the fault of her family, and KC. Just staring at him makes me want to jump across this table and beat the ever living shit out of him. But, I kept my guard up and just listened to what trash he had to say.
Clare had walked out of the bathroom momentarily, and she looked paler than ever. I frowned and she motioned for me to come to her. I nodded, placed a few bills on the table and got up. KC got up as well and he placed a hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Be careful with her, the bitch is full of lies."
I clenched my fist and resisted the urge to turn around and punch him square in the face. KC walked off and I walked over to Clare and we both headed out of the café. She and I walked to my mom's car in silence. When we climbed in, I turned to Clare and asked if she was okay, because she looked really sick.
"Oh, the salad… made me um… sick." She muttered.
I blinked a few times and nodded. "So, do you want me to take you home?" Clare nodded her head, and I frowned, but she added that she wanted me to meet her parents, because since things are going well with them and her, she wanted them to have a chance to meet her boyfriend, and leave out the fighting. I nodded, and looked down at my clothes. I wore a pair of faded blue skinny jeans and an old t-shirt. Clare giggled.
"Eli, you look fine." She said.
"I know but—
"No buts, you look fine Elijah." Clare smiled. I nodded and turned the ignition on, and drove over to Clare's house. To be honest, I was a little freaked out. I mean, I did talk to Mr. Edwards on the phone when Clare was at the hospital, and he seemed okay, but it's just facing him that gives me the chills.
I had parked my mother's car in the driveway and Clare took my hand and led me across the road and to her house. I let out a shaky breath as she opened the front door, and I followed her inside, her parents were sitting in the living room, watching TV, and Darcy was curled up on the couch. When the door closed, their head shot towards us and I instantly felt the tension grow in the room. Her father got up and I squeezed Clare's hand, hard, causing her to whimper and rub my arm, telling me that it's going to be okay.
He walked up to us, and gave us both a look over.
"Nice to see you again, Elijah, how are you feeling?" He asked.
I cringed at how he said my name. "I'm good, um, what about you?"
"Never been better, how's my little Clare-bear doing?" He wrapped his arm around her and she smiled and hugged him back. The scene made my stomach churn. Even though Clare tells me that things between her and her dad are getting better, I'm still not going to get over the fact of what he does to her. I don't know how Clare can stand there and pretend that nothing goes on. She pulled away from him and turned to me, smiling wide. I smiled weakly at her and shoved my hands into my pockets.
"Daddy, can Eli and I go upstairs to my room, and watch TV?" Clare asked.
I watched the hesitation on his face, but he just smiled a little and nodded. Clare got up on her tiptoes and she kissed his cheek. I was caught up in my own little world that I hadn't realized she was tugging on my arm and yanking me up the stairs. That's when I come to realize that this would be the first time I'd be in Clare's room. When we finally made it up the stairs and down the end of the hallway, I had started to glance around her room. Clare's bed had light purple and blue pillows, and a thick light blue comforter while the bed sheets were light purple. Her room was painted an off white color, and her dresser was white with gold knobs and handles. Her TV was on top of her dresser, and her computer desk was across the other side of the room. On the middle of her room was one of those fluffy rugs, and instead of it being purple or blue, it was lime green.
She had a normal teenage girl bedroom, and I had to laugh at it.
"What? Do you not like it?" Clare asked, frowning softly.
"No, no, it's great, a typical teenage girl's room." I said. Clare smiled and nodded curtly. She climbed onto her bed and sat directly in the middle, and pats the empty spot next to me. I kicked off my worn out black converse and climbed onto the bed next to hers. It didn't surprise me at how comfortable it was. I practically sank into it. Clare grabbed the remote that lay on the nightstand and she turned the TV on.
As she lazily flipped through the channels, I was drumming my fingers over my knees after I sat cross legged on her bed. Clare had soon settled for The Exorcist: The Beginning and I tried my hardest not to grimace. I wasn't too fond of this movie, sure the gore and all that other stuff was awesome, but I don't know, it never really interested me. But, I wasn't going to stop Clare if she wanted to watch it. She snuggled against me and I smiled and wrapped my arm around her.
Clare and I were leaning against her headboard and she had her head on my chest and her arm draped across my stomach. I sighed and looked down at the top of Clare's head, and reached up to run my fingers through her soft hair.
"Eli, we should take a picture together." Clare said. She sat up and glanced up at me. I frowned. I wasn't entirely fond of having my picture taken, most of the time my old friends would sneak one, and I was okay with that, it's just when it's up front, I didn't like it much. Clare pouted and I sighed and nodded in defeat. Clare squeaked in excitement and I smiled a little. She was such a little girl sometimes. I watched her grab her laptop and she set it down in front of her. After setting it up so it would take a picture. I began to pout.
"Come one Eli, no pouting, just one." Clare pinched my arm playfully. I rolled my eyes and before the picture was taken, I had stolen a kiss from her. Clare gasped and I pulled back. Clare licked her bottom lip and stared at her computer screen, and blushed ten different shades of red. I smirked and said, "There's your picture."
She smiled and looked at the picture. I did too and smiled. It was a pretty good picture, I had to admit. After enhancing it, Clare had set it as her desktop background and I smiled at her, and kissed her cheek.
Clare smiled at me and she leaned forward and grazed her lips across mine. I leaned forward, to kiss her, but she leaned back. I see what she's doing. I arched my eyebrow at her and moved towards her, she leaned back, and continued leaning back so my body was slightly hovering over hers. Clare stared blankly up at me. When I shifted and actually had my body on top of hers, Clare shuddered and she instantly placed her hands on my shoulders. I stared down at her face and watched as her lips quivered and her eyes squeezed shut when I leaned down to kiss her.
Clare whimpered and turned her head away.
"Clare?"
"E-Eli, g-get off me, please." She stammered.
I blinked a few times and slowly crawled off her. Clare sat up as I took a seat next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you okay, did I do something?" I asked.
"Remember when… remember when I said that I would have a reaction it's just… when you—got on top of me—
Clare didn't even finish her sentence before she had started to shake uncontrollably. I felt really horrible. "You didn't… have a reaction yesterday when I was… when I did that to you…" I whispered. Clare chewed on her bottom lip and she looked away. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes.
"I-I guess because you assured me that it was going to be you." She whispered. I nodded and looked away. I swallowed the lump in my throat and chewed on my bottom lip before I traced my tongue across it. Clare and I were awkwardly silent and I sighed shakily.
"Do you want me to leave?" I whispered.
"What? No, please don't go." She quickly said. I nodded and Clare scooted closer to me. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and pressed her forehead against mine. Clare kissed me slow and soft at first, but it grew deeper and a little desperate. She snaked her tongue into my mouth and she sighed softly as our tongues moved slowly against each other's. Clare had her hands wrapped around my neck and I could swear I saw stars when she raked her fingers in the hair on the back of my neck, and tugged gently at the roots.
I pulled away, gasping for air and my eyes slowly fluttered close as her nails massaged my scalp.
Her fingertips had moved over the scar I had on the back of my head and I moaned a little.
"Did that hurt?" She asked cautiously.
"No." I whispered while shaking my head. She nodded and continued to massage my scalp while she placed small butterfly kisses on my cheek. Clare moved her lips down to the place just below my jaw bone and I clenched my jaw when she kissed a spot there. Clare seemed to take a hint from my reaction, because she moved her lips down to my neck and she placed a small lingering kiss there.
Clare doesn't know that my neck is my weak spot, so when she softly nibbled on my skin, I let out an uncontrollable moan and clenched her waist. Clare pulled away and she whispered, "Are you okay?"
Clare smiled wide after when I quickly nodded my head. She reached up and removed the hair that covered my face and leaned her head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and sighed shakily.
"God, Clare, the things you do to me…" I breathed.
She giggled and she leaned nuzzled my neck
I closed my eyes and smiled.
"I love you." I whispered. Clare turned my face to hers and she responded, "I love you too, Eli."
The movie had been forgotten long ago, and when Clare leaned back against the bed, she pulled me to her, and crushed her lips over mine. I felt her body tensing, but when I pulled my lips away, I whispered soothing words in her ear. Clare would still shake and I kissed her cheek, her forehead, her nose, her eyelids and her lips lastly. She soon was calm, and moments later, I ended up on top of her…
And I was kissing her roughly, our hands were exploring, and I instantly pulled my mouth back the second I felt her hand move closer to the front of my faded pants. I blushed and so did she. Clare's teeth bit down on her bottom lip and she continued to look in my eyes. My eyes were slowly starting to glaze over, as her palm moved back and forth over the zipper of my pants.
"Clare, we shouldn't…" I whispered.
She silenced me with a kiss, but I pulled her hand away and leaned back, disconnecting our lips.
"Not here Clare, please." I whispered when she gave me a confused look. Clare nodded and I lay down next to her. She reached over and started to flip through the channels. I couldn't help but feel an awkward tension between us, but I didn't say anything to her. I wasn't planning on to, not yet at least. Clare turned to me after shutting the TV off and I stared over at her, giving her a confused look.
"Um, did you not… you know… like it? Or something?" She asked hesitantly.
Oh Clare…
"It's not that I didn't like it, it's just… we're in your house, and I don't want your parents walking in on you stroking me through my jeans." I blushed. Clare blinked a few times. And, she leaned forward and whispered softly, "You mean like this?" Her hand replaced itself in between my legs and she gave a gentle squeeze. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut. Why is she… acting this way…?
"Clare, you don't have to—Clare stop." I whispered.
"Okay…" She pouted.
I opened my eyes and stared at the pouty look on her face. I sighed shakily and licked my lips.
"It's just… if you start, I won't be able to control myself, and I don't want to force you… we've only been together a couple of weeks Clare." I explained. She nodded and smirked lightly. She was messing with me, I swear she is. Before she could say anything, her parents had announced that dinner was ready. I guess I was staying over. Clare got up from the bed, and I did as well. I fixed the front of my pants and tried to think of something horrific to remove the problem I had growing down there.
"Don't laugh Edwards, this is your fault." I groaned.
"Well, I'll let you make it up to me." Clare purred.
She walked out of the room first and I stood there, wondering if what she said was true. I shook my head from the random perverted thoughts running around in my mind and soon walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen, taking a seat next to Clare. I wasn't entirely hungry, but I did eat in respect to her parents. We were all very silent, until her father broke the silence.
"So, Eli… how are things at home?" He asked.
"Good, okay I guess." I responded nonchalantly.
"That's good, how are you treating Clare? With respect, I presume?" His eyes bore into mine and I swallowed nervously.
"Of course." I said, blinking a few times.
"That's good, because if you ever hurt my Clare, you're in for the worst, young man."
"Randal!" Helen hissed.
"You're one to talk." I muttered.
"Excuse me?" He growled.
I pushed my plate away and stared intently at him. Clare placed a hand over mine and gave me a pleading look, and I sighed and bowed my head. I wasn't going to get into an argument, not with her parents, not again. I glanced up and pressed my lips to a line.
"Nothing sir." I said silently.
"It better be nothing, or if you continue to talk to me in a disrespectful tone, Clare won't be allowed to see you, ever." Randal said.
I felt my heart instantly drop and I looked over and Clare and she squeezed my hand.
"I understand."
The rest of the dinner was silent, except for the few times where Helen would ask me a few questions, most of them were okay, ones that I was comfortable with answering, while Randal decided to ask me questions about the faded scars on my arms, and why is it I always end up in the hospital. I had to refrain myself from jumping across the table and stabbing him repeatedly in the eye with my fork.
"So, Eli, have you ever tried to commit suicide?"
"God, will you just shut the fuck up!" I screamed.
The room fell deathly silent, if you dropped a pin, you would hear it from a few feet away. I swallowed hard and started to clench and unclench my hands. Clare placed her hand over mine and she whispered, "Calm down, Eli, please." I ignored her and clenched my jaw, hard. I was a little surprised that my teeth didn't shatter, but I could hear them grinding against each other, giving my jaw a dull aching pain.
"Excuse me." I muttered.
I got up, the chair scratching against the floor as I pushed it back with the back of my knees. I walked out of the house, but I didn't realize that Clare was following close behind me. When I walked out of the house, I leaned against the wall next to the door, and Clare had soon stepped in front of me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and one reached up to cup my cheek.
"Shh, Eli it's okay, just calm down okay?" Clare whispered pleadingly.
"How can I calm down… your father pushed me to my limit Clare." I growled.
"I know but… you can—
"Clare, just leave me alone… I'm going home; I'll call you or whatever…" I pushed passed her and walked across her lawn and to my house. I didn't even bother in looking back to her. When I bolted through the front door, I walked to the bathroom in the hallway and slammed the door shut. While breathing heavily and unevenly, I searched through the drawers, trying to find something sharp. When I felt it graze my fingertips; I pulled it out from under the other inanimate objects and stared at the small scissors in my hands. I sat down against the counter after I locked the door.
"Eli, honey are you okay?" My mom said from across the door.
"I—I'm fine, I'll be out in a little bit." I lied.
"Okay." Mom responded. She soon left and I looked down at my scarred wrist, and place the blade of the scissors against the juncture where my forearm meets my bicep, and placed so much pressure on it, that when I pulled back hard, I could practically hear the skin ripping, and blood poured quickly from the cut, dripping onto my pants. I sighed as my nerves soon calmed down. It felt so good… so fucking good. It felt as if drugs were coursing through my veins and giving me some kind of fucked up high.
I dropped the scissors and just sat there, on the floor of the bathroom, bleeding.
I felt like I was leaking, having so much blood pouring from my cut and dribbling down my forearm, and dripping at my elbow. I lazily reached up to grab the towel hanging on the towel rack and placed it over my cut. I turned the shower on so I could fool my parents into thinking I was showering, and then sat back down on the floor, and moved to lie on my side, in the middle of the bathroom.
It wasn't until moments later where I suddenly felt extremely exhausted, so I closed my eyes with a fear clouding my thoughts…
The fear of never waking up, because the cut on my arm, continued to bleed, seeping through the white towel, creating a large splotchy blood stain…
End of Chapter 25
That chapter, was SO damn long! I hope you guys liked it :) The next chapter will be um, well, let's just say that um Randal, won't be speaking to Eli in that way again, and there will be some um, bad things happening. A lot of bad things. So, if you want it, review! I'm only a few reviews away from reaching eight hundred, thirty three to be exact, so let's make it happen? Maybe, more than thirty three reviews ;)
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