I really shouldn't give you guys an estimate for when I'm going to update. I never really uphold it haha. School is busy, and I'm not really motivated. Let's hope it doesn't show in this chapter!
Clare's POV
Ouch. I finally got the feeling back in my body parts, I didn't expect there to be pain. I guess I had bruises from when KC… I can't think about it. I wasn't really sure of where I was; I just knew I was in my house. I cautiously opened my eyes and saw my room, phew. I was however startled by seeing Eli hovering over me, watching me like a hawk. I recalled bits and pieces of what happened earlier, come to mention it what freaking time is it. All I really knew was that KC was my attacker; I had no idea where he took me, or what he did to me. But I knew I wasn't raped. That I was 100% certain about. But just because I wasn't raped doesn't mean I'm still not completely distraught that whatever happened did happen.
"Geez Eli, I'm not going anywhere. You can stop hovering."
He contemplated what to say next, I'm guessing he wasn't sure what to say in this kind of situation. Him speaking would be nice, saying anything.
"Okay, um, do you want to be alone?"
"No, actually I really want you to stay, can you?"
"Yeah of course. Jas will be fine alone for a while. He has food."
"Okay."
The silence between us seemed infinite. Neither he nor I knew what to say. I assumed he wanted to know what happened, and I'd try to repeat it as best I could without breaking down.
"So um, do you want to know what happened?"
"More than you know, but if you're not ready to talk about it, I understand."
"Well, I don't remember everything. I just know who did it."
"Well, were you um…"
"Raped?"
Eli held his breath as he waited for an answer.
"No, I'm sure of it."
"Oh thank god Clare. Even if you were I would've been right by your side, but I'm glad you weren't raped. Not that whatever happened isn't traumatic…What do you remember exactly?"
"Well I recognized KC's voice…"
"Wait WHAT?"
"Yeah, it was KC. I remember him kissing me, trying to get further with me, but whatever he drugged me with wouldn't let me stay still. The next thing I remember was feeling grass."
"How, wait what? I can't believe it. That fucking bastard. He'll pay, oh you bet he will."
"Eli…"
"What? You think I'm just going to let him get away with this? There's no way. How did he even drug you?"
"Well he saw me walking home and he offered me a latte as a peace offering. I stupidly accepted."
"Clare I told… Never mind. I should've walked you home, if I just offered to walk you home none of this would've happened."
Eli started to get extremely frustrated and grab my bed sheets in rage. I knew at one point in time Eli would blame himself, none of this was his fault. It was purely mine for trusting that jackass.
"Eli don't you blame yourself. It's not your fault, I'm the one that trusted him."
"Yeah but if…"
"No. I wont allow you to carry that guilt."
"Okay." He looked up at me like a small puppy would, and kissed me. I missed the feeling of Eli's lips on mine. So different than KC's rough disgusting lips.
"I'm going to take a shower. I'll be out soon okay?"
"Sure, take your time."
I stepped into my bathroom, inhaling the comforting scent of freshly washed linens. I carefully took off my clothing, trying to avoid the tender spots on my skin. I looked at my naked body in my mirror observing and tracing over the myriad of blue spots on my torso. They didn't hurt as much as when I first woke up, but the emotional scarring would take a while to get over.
I turned the water on scalding hot and felt the water as it became hotter. I stepped in, feeling the burning water on my skin hurt but in a good way. I tried to scrub the invisible dirt away from my encounter with KC, but I still felt dirty. I started to sob, being able to break down quietly in the privacy of my own shower. I quickly felt arms wrap themselves around me.
Eli. I saw him fully clothed next to me in the shower; he kissed my soaking head and put my head on his shoulders. He started to kiss every bump and bruise I had, whispering sweet nothings to me. He shushed my cries and kissed my fingers. I wanted to tell him that it was stupid that he came in fully clothed, that he would get sick. I continued to sob, not being able to stop, but he just let me cry, let everything out. For right now, despite what happened, I was at peace.
In the morning I saw Eli next to me on my bed. I silently thanked my mom for letting him stay with me. I don't know how I wouldn't break down again without him. She didn't make me go to school today, and she said if I wanted to take the rest of the week off that I could. Today and tomorrow would be just fine. When I told my mom what happened, she broke down immediately. She constantly asked if I was okay, and if I needed to go to the doctor. This wasn't something I wanted to share with people, so I declined. When she asked if I knew who it was, I lied and told her no. If I told her she would tell dad who would definitely want to kill KC. Not that I didn't want him killed but I'd rather Eli do something about it. Not have my parents fight my battles. They both comforted me and reassured me that 'whoever' did it would get theirs. I wasn't sure I believed them, but I thanked them anyway and told them I'd like to be with Eli.
I must have spaced out because I turned around and saw Eli already awake, dialing on his phone.
"Hey, who are you calling?"
Eli seemed startled, shutting his phone, but answered me anyway.
"Well good morning, how are you feeling?
"I'm okay, I had a nightmare but I didn't expect not to. Don't change the subject, who were you calling?"
"Well I checked your phone for Jenna's number, which I still don't get why you have in the first place. I called her, asking for KC's number and seeing if she heard from him. Which just my luck she hasn't, but she gave me his number reluctantly. Let's just say it isn't hard to blackmail pregnant teenagers."
"Eli…"
"Clare I told you I'd do something. And I am. But the fucker won't answer his goddamn phone. I've called maybe over 100 times."
"Well, it is pretty early. Oh, he could be in school."
"Right, today is Monday. I'll call the school office, see what class he's in."
"How do you figure they're going to tell you?"
"Easy, I'll just say I'm offering him a football scholarship. The office lady isn't the brightest bulb anyway."
"Okay."
I watched as Eli dialed the school's number and talk to the school office lady. His façade was pretty good; I would've bought it.
I couldn't make out the expression on Eli's face, it was either rage or extreme rage.
"Well? Is he there?"
"No, he's not in school. Probably at home bragging to his little orphan friends."
White-hot hatred suddenly coursed through me, I really wanted him dead.
"Well why don't we go to his house? He's either there or at the Dot."
"Yeah okay, I'm glad you're not deciding against me killing him."
"Well you won't actually kill him right? You'd go to jail."
"Okay fine, I'll just hurt him bad enough that he can't walk for a month."
"Sounds good." I kissed his cheek as we said goodbye to my mom and walked into Morty.
I've been to KC's house before, it was a group home. I used to feel bad for him but lately he's lost that privilege. Eli drove faster than I've ever seen him drive, eager to punch KC's teeth in. We walked up to the house door and knocked hastily. KC's social worker opened the door with a solemn look on his face. He seemed to recognize me, but saw Eli's angry face first, completely forgetting to acknowledge me.
"Hey is KC here?"
"…"
"What? Is he?"
"Why do you ask anyway?"
"I need to speak with him. So is he here or not?"
"No."
Eli started to get frustrated at his monotone answers.
"Well do you know where he is then? I need to see him."
He held up a note and gave it to us, simply closing the door.
Dear Dan,
I've run away, I can't handle being here anymore. Everything with Jenna and my mom is just too much. I'm sorry. It's not your fault.
KC
PS: When you read this I'll be out of reach already, don't try and look for me.
"We'll find him, if it's the last thing I'll do, we'll find him."
I really wanted to believe him, but finding somebody as cunning as KC would be nearly impossible.
Fuck.
Heh, hope you liked it
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