Well I am sick. So what else to do other than lie in bed. Work on fanfics and videos! So that's all I've been doing lately, kinda sad. I hate being sick. But with everything that is going on right now, it's the only time I actually me "Eli time" so here you go! Again, updates will be sporatic. But who knows. I just love that you are all still reading. Also, everyone asking me questions for spoilers and etc. You will just have to be patient a see. Keep reading and you will know what happens with Clare, Eli, Alli, etc. Well this chapter is called "Family Portrait" by P!nk. So READ, REVIEW, and ENJOY!

Clare pulled Morty up to the curb by her house. She put him in park as she turned on the light. Eli was chuckling in the passenger seat. "What? Was I that bad?"

"No. Today was just fun. It was a new experience giving driving lessons." Eli replied, he looked around. "We ditched before first. That was like what, eight in the morning? We've been out for like thirteen hours."

She giggled, "Well like they say, 'try something new every day.' Plus, I guess I'm just that entertaining." He chuckled again, "hey, I thought we decided on that I am the smug one?" They leaned in and pecked a kiss on each other's lips.

She pulled away with a confused look. "What?" Eli asked. She stared at her dark house, "The lights are out. And just my father's car is here."

"Okay? Is that bad?" Eli asked.

"My dad's usually not home until really late and my mom didn't work today so she should be home." Clare's voice shook with concern.

"Maybe, your dad got off early and your mom went out." Eli suggested to calm her. He stole her attention back as she nodded, "yeah. You're probably right. Well thanks for the driving lesson." She grabbed her bag from the passenger side's floor, before exiting the hearse.

She watched him drive off home while she watched from the porch. She entered her house, flicking on the light switch to the living room. "Dad?"-No answer-"Mom?" There was a dark figure in the kitchen. "She's not here Clarebear!" an angered Randall screamed from the kitchen.

"What are you talking about?" Clare asked nervously.

He stumbled out into the lit room. "She's gone. Left. Not coming back." He collapsed on the couch. "Dad? You're drunk. What do you mean she's not coming back?" She sat on the coffee table to be by her father.

"Helen left us! Packed her bags and left. Gone Forever!" Randall answered taking another swig from the whiskey bottle.

Clare took a moment to let everything sink in before she snatched the bottle away from his lips, "Mom left? This is all your fault dad! I hate you!"

He stood up, "Don't you dare use that tone with me!"

"I…Hate…YOU! You're drinking because you drove mom away! You don't drink!" She screamed looking up at him, and chucked the bottle behind her. "I know you were hitting mom! I saw you guys when you were fighting! You were a horrible husband! No wonder she lef—" Her sentence stopped when his fist came in contact with her cheekbone, knocking her to the ground. Tears spilled over her eyelids, as she grappled back on her feet; racing up the stairs with her bag.

She locked her door behind her when she entered her room. The tears ran faster and she fell to the floor. Burying her face into her hands, she heard her father yelling from downstairs. "Clare Diane! Get your ass back down here!" She was scared. So she pulled a large duffle bag out of her closet and started to shove her clothes into it. Then extras into her school bag such as: her laptop, pictures, books, etc. Her father's footsteps grew louder. "Shit! Where is it?" She yelled to herself throwing her drawers on the floor, hitting everything off her shelves. She flipped over her mattress to see an envelope on top of her diary. She grabbed both of them, about to open the letter. But stopped once the handle on her door started to shake.

"Clarebear! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Randall screamed from outside the door. She froze for a second, before grabbing the rest of her stuff and zipping up her bags. She opened her balcony door and threw her duffle bag down on the grass, and readjusted her other bag so she could make it down the trellis safely. "CLARE!" She heard while she was making her way down. Followed by a door slamming open and hitting a wall. She dropped the last couple feet; falling in a crouch.

She grasped her duffle bag and started to race down the street toward the park. "CLARE! GET BACK HERE!" Her father's voice screamed from the balcony.

She found a bench in the park, where she dropped everything and collapsed; struggling to catch her breath. She pulled out the letter that was on her diary and started to read it:

Dear Clare,

I want you to know I love you very much.

I don't mean to hurt anybody, I just couldn't

be around your father anymore. I'll be back to get you

as soon as I find a place to settle down at. But for now,

Lay low with your father and try not to get him angry.

I love Clare. I'll be back as soon as possible.

Love, Mom

She crumpled as she began to cry again, and laid down and stared up at the stars. When her phone started to ring. She glimpsed at the caller ID through her blurry eyes to see it said "Home". "Pft… I have no home anymore." And she threw it toward a nearby tree.

So what do you think? Leave me some comments in the reviews! You know I love 'em! Well I hope this cold passes, but then also then if it goes then not as much time for Eclare vids and fanfics. Well Love you all! :*(^_^) ~Eli