Ch. 26 Hoping for a Life to Live

(DREW)

I was sort of feeling better after a long shower; I also hoped that someone had heard something and Adam would have news when I went downstairs. When I start going down the stairs to the basement I can hear Owen talking, but he stops as soon as he hears me coming.

"What?! What is it? Do we know something about Clare?" I ask quickly. They remain silent and exchange a look with each other. "Someone tell me what it is?" I beg but there's anger in my voice because I know they're keeping something from me.

"Yeah we do but…" Adam's sentence trails off as he glances back at Owen.

"Adam just tell me because whatever it is can't be worse than what I'm thinking!" I demand.

"She called me, left a voicemail," Adam tells me.

"Well that's good news right? She's okay or alive at least, what did she say let me hear the voicemail." I request holding my hand out for my brother's phone.

"She told me to stop looking for her Drew, she said she's okay but to stop looking," Adam informs me.

"Let me hear it!" I insist in a firmer tone and Adam hands me his phone.

After punching in Adam's voicemail code her angelic but sad voice drifts through the phone. "It's me, listen I'm fine and you have to stop looking for me. Just tell everyone I'm okay, tell them to stop looking and that I'm okay p…" her beautiful voice is interrupted by a harsh dial tone before she meant to hang up, which means someone did it for her.

"Someone took the phone away what if she was forced to make that phone call?! Maybe she's being held somewhere by Fitz or someone else and they took the phone. We have to find her, trace the number find out whose phone that was!" I command Adam shoving the phone back at him.

"We already thought about that and we won't stop looking for her Drew but there's more." Adam informs me.

"I went by her house, her father was home and I pushed past him to go up to her room. Her father had changed it, there's red and black sheets on the bed, a bowl of condoms by the bed and handcuffs attached to her headboard. Her father outright told me that if she ever goes back to that house he's going to force her into prostitution. He even admitted to having clients already lined up. He doesn't care about her at all anymore except to make money off her." Owen informs me.

I feel my heart stop and then start to pound, my fists clench and there's a lump in my throat. I'm enraged, horrifyingly appalled and shocked all the same time. I don't know whether to throw up at this image in my head or punch something in lieu of her father's face! I knew he was an ass; that he drank and had a temper but the fact that he would use his own daughter as a way of making money. Not just sending out to get a job and help contribute to the house but keeping her in her room to let men fuck her and I don't think her dad cares at all what these men will do to her. This is the most terrible, the most sickening thing I have ever heard. How could a parent do that? All these images start rushing through my head, horribly nauseating images of Clare being handcuffed to her bed and forced into all manner of things. My stomach bubbles, churns and ties in knots, my fists clench so hard that I can feel my short nails digging into the flesh on my palms. My jaw is tight, a lump in my throat so big I feel like I can hardly breathe! Before I even realize what's happening I'm running toward the basement door, but Owen stops me before I make it out.

"Where are you going?" Owen asks with his hand firmly on my shoulder so that I can't get past him.

"To kill her father! I'm going to kick his ass and rip his head off! Castrate him and give him an ice pick lobotomy for…"

"Drew stop," Adam says firmly but there's a pleading edge to his voice.

I look at my brother and calm down just slightly. "Let me go he can't do that to her, we have to save her." I assert taking Owen's hand off my shoulder.

"She's not with her father and I already punched him out," Owen informs me.

"That's not enough, he needs to die," I respond.

"We'll deal with her father Drew and we won't ever let her go back there but we have to find her first. Flying off the handle and doing things out of anger isn't going to solve anything, and it's why she took off in the first place." Adam reminds me.

Just like that most of the anger I'm feeling turns to guilt, my fists unclench, the knots in my stomach untie as it sinks. I slump onto the sofa, my elbows on my knees, my head falls into my hands. Adam and Owen each sit on either side of me, Adam puts his arm around my upper back in a hug and Owen puts a hand on my back.

"It's not all your fault Drew, Fitz manipulated you, he knew how to get in your head and hers and I'm sure that the two of you played right into his hands." Owen reminds me and I nod a little. "We should probably go to the cops about her father," Owen says after a few minutes.

"We can try but I'm not sure that would work, he's fooled them before and as much of a bastard as he seems to be he's not dumb." Adam speaks up.

"Well we have to try, at least have an official record of going to the cops, because if we do find her and he goes to the court to get her back he could win." Owen points out.

"She is never going back to that house; I don't care what I have to do." I state picking my head up.

"Look she wouldn't have called me specifically if she didn't know we were looking. Everyone looking for her has been giving out my name for her to call but she could have called Jenna or Connor or even Sav or any number of other people. So maybe we should put up posters, we can put them around the neighborhood and she's bound to see them, or someone that's seen her. Clare might be mad at you but if she knows how worried we all are she'll get in contact." Adam suggests.

"Good idea, we can make some tonight and hang them before school tomorrow, at least around the school, ravine and Dot." Owen says.

"Yeah and we can make more at school tomorrow, after school because we should go to the cops at lunch." Adam remarks.

Adam gets up going to the closet and getting out poster board, paper, scissors, glue and markers. He lays them out on the coffee table and I sink down to the floor to start making posters. Adam runs upstairs while I pick up a marker and stare at a piece of blue poster board. Owen starts writing, across the top he writes: MISSING! Then he goes on to describe Clare. Adam comes back downstairs with some more paper, he sets them down and I see he used our printer to make color copies of some of his pictures of Clare.

"Here we can put these on the posters, I made some of just Clare and some of her with us and her other friends. I think we should make them personal too, address them specifically to Clare." Adam advises.

He takes a piece of purple poster board, in the center he puts a picture of him and Clare, it was taken at our house during our Christmas party a few months ago. He pastes it on and then at the top writes: CLARE COME HOME! Under that he writes: We Miss You and We Won't Stop Looking. Under the picture he writes a personal message to her saying he's her best friend and he's worried, that he misses her and he needs her. Following his example Owen and I start making similar posters, it's like a letter to Clare but I'm going to put it up in the neighborhood.

"What are you kids doing?" Mom asks coming downstairs.

"Making posters to get Clare to come home, I mean here home not her home because she is never going back to her house." I affirm.

"We're going to put them up around the neighborhood tomorrow before school." Adam speaks up.

"And I'm sleeping over it that's okay Mrs. Torres?" Owen asks.

"Sure that's fine Owen, I hope this works. Everyone in bed by midnight okay?" Mom tells us.

"Okay Mom," I nod.

By midnight the three of us have made about 20 posters. Adam gets tape and a staple gun putting that with the posters in a tub for us to take tomorrow morning. I get blankets and a pillow for Owen to sleep on the sofa then Adam and I go upstairs to get ready for bed. I don't sleep much that night and what little sleep I do get is disturbed by terrible dreams. All about her father holding her as a prostitute and letting men do whatever the hell they want with her. When my phone goes off at five on Tuesday morning I'm exhausted, but I hop right out of bed because I have to find Clare. Adam leaves his room just as I leave mine and we quickly get ready for school. Owen is ready when we get downstairs and we get in his car, he parks at the Dot and we start hanging the posters. I really hope this works, I hope she sees the posters and even if she still hates me that she calls Adam again so we can talk to her. I have to find her, I have to know she's okay and I have to tell her I'm sorry.

(FITZ)

Hearing the curtain get pulled back my eyes open to see the doc. Clare was sleeping soundly in my arms and I wanted to let her keep sleeping but I knew the doc was about to wake her up. The nurse had done it a couple of times already but since the doc was doing it I figured he was about to let us go home. I prop myself up a little and place my lips on hers, softly for a few seconds but when she didn't respond I added more pressure. I felt her lips begin to move and she exhales as her eyes flutter open.

"Alright Clare I'm going to examine you one last time and then we'll release you, I think you're ready to go home." Dr. McQuaid tells her.

She yawns and I let go of her so she can sit up, the doc looks in her eyes and looked at her head, then asked her a few questions and said we could go. He told us to come back if she got any really bad headaches, went unconscious again or got dizzy and nauseas in the next couple of days. We go out to the waiting room and I text Jason to come get us, Clare's still pretty sleepy, she curls up in the plastic chair laying her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her.

"I'm hungry," she yawns.

"We'll get some lunch when Jason picks us up," I assure her just as my phone beeps and I see it's a text from Jason.

Jason: Brendan and Tony said they saw posters of Clare up all over the neighborhood. They aren't by the hotel but they're all around the school, the Dot and the ravine.

Fitz: What like missing posters?

Jason: Yeah kind of only they said the posters are asking Clare to come home.

Fitz: I bet it's Adam and Drew and them. Come get us she's hungry but don't take us home. I'll take her to one of those motels by the highway. The Maple Tree is a good one.

Jason: Ok be there in five.

"Who were you texting?" Clare inquires sleepily.

"Just Jason he's on his way to get us and we'll go have lunch." I tell her.

I see Jason's car pull up a few minutes later and I pull Clare up. We get in the back and Jason starts driving.

"Where are we going?" Clare asks after we've been driving a few minutes.

"I thought you could use a quiet place to rest so we're going to a motel for a few days." I inform her.

"Okay," she says quietly.

"You want to stop for lunch first?" Jason asks.

"Hit a drive-thru would you? You got any cash?" I ask him.

"Fitz we don't have to stay at a motel," Clare argues.

I cup her chin and smash my lips to hers. "Yes we do, I want you to be able to rest and not worry. It'll be like a little vacation, I'll pay Jason back wand we'll get more money from my mom next time we're at the house." I insist.

"Yeah I think I got about $60 and I can get more and bring it tomorrow." Jason says.

"Thanks dude," I smile at him in the rearview.

We go to the nearest drive-thru, Clare and I order lunch and I pay then Jason keeps driving to the motel. We're about ten miles out of the DeGrassi neighborhood. We're in North Park and I doubt the posters will get this far out. I go into the office to get us a room while Clare stays in the car with Jason.

"Hey how much for a queen for three nights?" I ask the guy.

"Are you eighteen?" He questions.

"Yeah," I nod handing him my fake ID.

"$65.99 for three nights," he says.

"Fine three nights then and I'm paying cash," I tell him.

He types it up and gives me a room key, this place is old and cheap they don't have they key cards they have actual keys. I go back out to the car and Jason parks in front of our room.

"I'll come back in the morning you guys will need clothes and stuff anyway." Jason says handing me the money he has on him.

"Thanks, we'll be here about three nights. Bring the crate in my closet it's got my money and extra stuff in it. Sammy and Lola should still have the key to our lock." I remark.

Jason nods and leaves, I unlock our room. It's nothing special, one bed, a TV and two nightstands each with a lamp. One night stand has a remote chained to it, yeah I know it's seedy and not the best place to bring Clare but it's all I can afford. There's a closet and a small washroom in the back of the room and a small table by the window. It's clean or at least it appears to be clean but this place has hourly rates too so it probably isn't that clean. However unlike the hotel the washroom actually has running water and we can shower here. Clare goes in sitting on the bed and gets out her half eaten sandwich to finish it. I join her on the bed to finish my lunch too.

"I want to take a bath," she tells me when she's done eating.

"Okay take a bath then," I reply and kiss her gently.

She walks into the washroom and I get out my phone to call Jason.

"What's up?" Jason says when he answers.

"Hey see if you can get a picture of one of these posters and send it to me I want to know they're like." I request.

"Yeah sure," he says and hangs up.

I turn on the TV flipping channels until I find a movie to watch and finish my lunch. It takes a little while but I finally get a picture message from Jason. There's a poster on a telephone pole by the Dot, it's on bright yellow paper you know the big kind that you would use for a school project. In the middle is a picture of Clare with Adam and Drew, it was taken in a house, theirs I'm guessing and looks fairly recent. On the top of the poster it says: WE MISS YOU CLARE! Below that it says: Please Come Back. There's other writing under the picture but it's too small for me to read on the phone. I'm sure it's more of them begging her to come home. If she sees these she might actually go home, or at least to Adam's place and that would mean going to Drew, there's no way I'm letting that happen so I send a text to Jason.

Fitz: Take them down, as many as you can.

Jason: Dude are you sure?

Fitz: I don't want her to see them, it's a trick get them down.

Jason: Ok I'll get some of the others to help.

I put my phone back in my pocket and gather up our trash, since there's still some bits of food I decide it's probably better not to toss it in the room. So I take the key and go out to the dumpster in the parking lot.

"Fitz is that you?" Clare calls in a nervous frightened tone from the washroom when I go back in the room.

"Yeah it's just me what's wrong?" I question locking the door.

When I turn around I see she's dressed and standing near the bed. "Where were you? I came out and you weren't here." She says, her voice is scolding yet timid.

"Sorry Babe I was throwing out our trash, I thought you were still in the bath." I tell her.

"Don't do that again; at least tell me where you're going." She insists.

"I promise I won't leave you again without telling you," I assure her, wrapping her in my arms and overtaking her lips.

We lie on the bed, my arms around her, her head on my chest and watch the movie on TV. When that one ends a made for TV movie comes on about this teenage couple that runs away from their bad families. They go out to the woods and live in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

"I wish we could do that, although I'm not sure I'd want to live in a cabin so far from anything. At least at the hotel there's some running water and other people." Clare remarks after watching the movie for a while.

"Where would we run to then?" I ask tightening my grip on her a little.

"I don't know, a little town somewhere far away, like some little town in Quebec, I speak French fluently. We could get jobs, not great jobs but we could earn enough money to live off of and get a little apartment. We'd have running water and electricity that way. I wouldn't have to worry about ever seeing my dad again. Being forced to go back to that house and…" her sentence trails off as she bites her lip and tears come to her eyes.

I know what she's thinking and I tilt her chin up so her eyes meet with mine. "I will never let you go back to that house or your dad and I will never let him touch you again." I assure her.

She smiles and it lights her face, she presses her lips to mine in a feather soft kiss. "I know," she says in a soft whisper.

Her head goes back to my chest, her finger resting on my chest begin softly dragging over my shirt and playing with the material.

"If you really want to run away then we will, I'll take you anywhere you want to go but we'll need money. When we go back I can pick up some extra odd jobs and I can probably get some from my mom." I tell her.

"Oh your mom, you don't want to leave her we can't go far then." She says.

"I told you I'd take you anywhere you want to go and I meant it. My mom will be okay, I can still keep in touch with her. You start thinking about where you want to live, pick out anywhere and I promise you I'll get us there." I affirm.

She smiles again and kisses my chest, all this talk about running away with her, along with holding her in my arms and the fact that the couple in the movie are currently fucking like crazy rabbits has me turned on. One minor problem, we have no condoms here. Her fingers are still dragging over my shirt, playing with it and this isn't helping. I let go of her and sit her up just long enough to get my shirt off. Then I lay back and hold her again, now her nails are scratching over my chest softly, it tickles but feels good and it's making me hard very fast. The bulge in my jeans is very obvious and I know she's taken notice when her nails gently pinch my nipple and I emit a moan.

"Okay I'm going out to get condoms," I tell her hopping out of the bed to run to the nearest store.

"Mark," she calls when I'm nearly at the door and I stop to look back at her. "We don't need condoms; my period is due tomorrow you can't get me pregnant." She informs me.

Upon hearing this news I run back to the bed, leaping onto it on my knees and pinning her to the bed. She shrieks and giggles before I capture her lips for a heated kiss. My hand lets go of her wrist to feel my way up her shirt but her damn shirt is too tight so I stop kissing her to quickly take off her clothing. As soon as she's naked I divest myself of the rest of my clothing and shoes and then I pounce on her! Pinning her arms at her sides, I kiss every inch of her beautiful flesh. My cock is throbbing and hard, aching to be inside of her warm core. The head is tickling at her pussy lips, begging for entry, she reaches down spreading her pussy for me as her legs bend at the knees so I have better access. Going up on my knees a little I thrust all the way into her in one swift motion!

"Agghhmmm!" She shrieks biting her lip and wrenching her face in pain.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"It's okay," she smiles putting her hand at the back of my neck and crushing her lips to mine.

I adjust and pull out a little, putting one arm under her to arch her back and taking one of her nipples in my lips. She quivers in my arms as I begin to move again, pulling out slowly as I flick her nipple with my tongue and kiss the soft mound that is her breast. She sucks a breath in through her teeth when I'm out to just the head again. Her nails raking into my hair and scratching at the back of my head, I push back in a little faster and she squeaks with an exhaling breath. Her head falls back into the pillow as her back arches, I move my mouth to kiss her other breast as I pull out faster.

She bites her lip, a whimper coming from her perfect mouth, her eyes half lidded and lulled back with lust. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my back as her hips begin to buck. Her cries are such a mixture of pain and pleasure that I don't know if I should go faster or slower. She moans, moving her hips around but when I start moving faster she whimpers in pain so I slow down. However her eyes open and she looks at me almost pleadingly, licking her lips and moving her hips fast, this makes her supple breasts bounce and jiggle. Pain or pleasure I can't hold back much longer, I grab her breasts in each of my hands, go up on my knees a little and fuck her fast.

"Nnngngng oh god! Maaaaaaaark!" She cries out in a tone that's an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.

I would cringe and scold her for calling me my first name if I wasn't about to cum myself. My body tenses and I make a primal grunt from the back of my throat as I release into her. She's still trembling slightly, I begin quivering once I've cum and I pull out of her. She shakes harder, lurching a little and curling up. I lie next to her putting her in my arms and kissing her back while we breathe hard and recover from climaxing. When she can breathe again she gets up and puts on my shirt and her panties but leaves the rest of her clothes off. I put on my boxers but no other clothes and then put her in my arms again.

"I think we'll just do that for the next three days," I grin.

"Tomorrow I'll get my period and we'll need to get me tampons." She reminds me.

"I don't care, you can't get pregnant if you're on your period and we have a working washroom so I can wash off after." I shrug.

"Mark we can't ju…" she cuts herself off with a shriek when I let go of her and begin tickling her.

"If you are not in the middle of an orgasm then you can't call me by my first name." I assert.

She's shrieking and giggling, writhing and squirming, her breasts bouncing and she tries to fight me off. I stop after a minute, her body has completely turned, her head facing the foot of the bed and she's curled up a little. Her hands are still up in a defensive position, she continues to giggle and it's making her breathe hard so that her chest heaves. Watching her I'm starting to get turned on again but I doubt very much that she's ready to go again. I just watch her as she slowly stops giggling and regains her breath. She sits up putting her hand at the back of my neck and locks her eyes with mine.

"I should be allowed to call you whatever I want and I like to call you Mark." She comments.

Then she brings our lips together in a passionate heat. My eyes close, my hand going to her lower back and she's completely taken control. I never let anybody have control, not over me but she always seems to find a way to get it. She slips her tongue into my mouth deepening the kiss, then she pulls away licking across my bottom lip as she does.

"I'm hungry again," she says with her lips only centimeters from mine still.

"I'll order us some pizza to the room. And I guess you can call me Mark but only you, if anyone else starts calling me that there will be consequences." I assert.

She giggles again kissing me quickly before she leans back against the headboard. I find my jeans, pull out my phone and order us some pizza. She gets back in my arms and leans against me while we watch bad TV and wait for our dinner.

(OWEN)

After putting all of our posters up on the streets around the Dot and the school, we return to the Dot to get breakfast.

"Hey Adam what's with the posters?" Eli questions walking into the Dot with us.

"Clare called me last night; she knows we're looking for her." Adam informs him.

"She called you last night? Well what did she say? Where is she?" Eli asks quickly.

The four of us order and sit at a table together.

"She left a voicemail, she told me to stop looking for her. She insisted she was fine but told us to stop looking for her." Adam informs him.

"Yeah but the phone was hung up midsentence like someone grabbed it from her hand." I add.

"Well maybe if some doofus hadn't yelled at her and scared her off she wouldn't be missing." Eli barks Drew with venom in his tone.

"Hey at least I didn't crash my car!" Drew growls back with just as much venom in his voice.

"I did that to get her to come see me! At least I didn't drive her away!" Eli counters leaning over the table to get in Drew's face.

"No you just went crazy and that scared her even more!" Drew shoots back.

The two of them look more like a couple of feuding pit bulls than teenage boys right now. If we don't stop this it's going to come to blows.

"Will you two knock it off?! We all care about Clare or we wouldn't be here." Adam speaks up grabbing his coffee and Eli's jacket.

"Where are we going?" Eli asks still glaring at Drew.

"To school I'm not going to watch my best friend fight my brother." Adam responds.

With that comment they leave and Drew calms down, at least a little.

"I don't know what Clare ever saw in that guy," Drew says.

"Yeah well he's also your brother's best friend so I don't think you're getting rid of him any time soon." I respond.

"Well yeah but that relationship I get, he and Adam have a lot in common. Plus you know Eli accepted and supported Adam when he found out he was trans and didn't throw him into a door." Drew chides.

"Uh yeah well you know I think your brother's a cool guy now and…um…" I stumble over a response.

"Forget it dude we forgave you a long time ago. I still don't see what Clare ever saw in Eli. She'd been broken up with K.C. for a long time so she couldn't be rebounding." Drew comments.

"I could say the same thing about you and her; you two have got to have less in common than her and Eli." I point out.

"Yeah but I love her," he responds.

I put my hand on his shoulder and we finish breakfast before walking to the school. A lot of people see the posters, we get asked about them all day but it's good cause it means more people looking for Clare. Simpson even excused people from certain classes to make more posters, just Clare's friends though. Me, Bianca, Drew, Adam, Wes, Dave, K.C., Sav, Connor, Holly J. and Eli all spent our entire fourth period making posters. Adam and I had to spend most of our time keeping Drew and Eli from killing each other. K.C. had some wisecracks about them not being over Clare and getting trapped by those blue eyes of hers but I guess as her ex he would know. At lunch we went down to the station to tell the cops about her father. They said they'd look into it but as Clare didn't live there anymore there wasn't much they could do unless they could prove he was running brothel in his house. We left feeling they weren't going to do crap or her dad would talk his way out of it. Drew and I had practice after school but Adam and the others plus, Lucas, Spinner, Emma and Peter were spreading all around Toronto to hang posters and look for Clare.

"Where'd you guys go at lunch?" K.C. asks as we walk from the showers to our lockers after showering when practice is done.

"The cops to tell them that her father turned her room into a whore house if she ever goes back." I inform him.

"Huh?" K.C. questions.

"Her dad told me that if she goes back to that house he's going to imprison her and force her into prostitution. He's got handcuffs attached to her headboard and condoms by her bed. He even told me he has clients lined up." I inform K.C. and he gapes at me.

"There's no way, her father wouldn't…she's his daughter! She's sixteen!" K.C. exclaims under his breath as he tries to rationalize it.

"Yeah he would, he has every intention of doing it if she ever goes back to that house so we're not letting her." Drew states firmly and I nod.

"So what happens if the posters get her to call us or come home and she gets sent back to her dad's? Or someone sees the posters and calls the cops to turn her in as a missing person and the cops take her to her dad's house?" K.C. inquires.

"We have to do everything to make sure that doesn't happen." I reply.

We get dressed and leave the school for my car, I've got some posters in there and we're gonna hang them. K.C. has to go to work at Little Miss Steaks but he took a few posters to hang around the restaurant. Just as we're about to get in my car Bianca pulls up with Adam and Eli in her car.

"Hey some people took down a bunch of the posters and tossed them." Bianca informs us.

"What the fuck why would someone do that?" Drew roars angrily.

"It was probably Fitz or one of his buddies trying to keep us from finding her." Adam says.

"Good that means they're scared and we're close," I respond.

"I'll keep these two and re-hang the posters around here, you guys go farther out." Bianca tells us.

"Mom wants everyone back at the house in an hour for dinner," Adam informs us.

Drew and I nod and get in my car, knowing Fitz's old hang out's I take us over near the trestle bridge and salt silos. Aside from the ravine these are the two places where the dropouts, druggies and general juvenile delinquents hang out.

"Hey we've seen that girl," says a female voice behind us and we turn to look at her.

There's actually two girls, they look vaguely familiar I'm pretty sure they were the two drunkest girls at the ravine. I don't remember their names at all because even at my stupidest drunken times I avoided them.

"Where have you seen her?" I inquire.

"She live…" one girl starts to say but the other girl smacks her arm.

"You can't tell them where we live you'll break the code and we'll get booted out." Says the second girl.

"Fuck! Okay well she's always with Fitz, we don't know where they are now, Fitz took her away for a few days." Says the first girl.

"Gone?! Gone where?! Where did he take her?!" Drew questions in a sort of growl.

"We don't know but they'll be back. They go to his mom's house about twice a week to shower and do laundry you can find her there." They tell us.

"I know where his mom lives, we'll find her. C'mon let's hang the rest of these and go meet up with the others." I tell Drew and he nods.

We hang the last of the posters and go back to my car.

"Where in the hell has she been living if they have to go back to his mom's house to do laundry and shower?!" Drew exclaims when I start driving back to his house.

"I don't know dude but if we have to stake out his mom's house to find her then we will." I assure him.

I don't know where Fitz took her but when they get back we'll be there, we'll get her away from him and keep her from going home.

Update next Friday when Clare finds out about the posters