Ok, so not everyone liked Clare's little party thing, too late what's posted is posted.
The morning after the party I wake at the early hour of noon, but it feels much more like six a.m. I feel as though I got no sleep. I roll to look at Eli and he is gone, I start to sit up but feel like my upper body weighs more than normal. When I eventually get up, I get the sensation of all my blood leaving my head, I blink hard a few times before heading out of his room. I find him in the kitchen with the light all the way up.
"Morning," I squint my eyes from the brightness level. He laughs at me and hands me a water bottle.
"Where are those painkillers of yours," he laughs at me again I rub my eyes and shake my head, trying not to laugh at myself.
"I have, no idea," I take a sip of the water, when it fills my mouth with the hydration I realize how thirsty I am, I drink almost half the bottle in one breath. Eli walks out of the room and reappears in a minute.
"Here," he says handing me a pill. He runs his fingers through my hair, pulling at small tangles. After I finish the water I feel a little better. My hand is throbbing lightly. "I shouldn't pressured you," he says calmly, yet apologetic.
"You didn't, I wouldn't have drank any if I wasn't curious." I say honestly. He is cleaning up the mess of a house, there are cups on every surface in the kitchen and living room.
"So, you aren't mad at me?" he asks sweetly coming over to kiss my cheek. I smile and fill the bottle up with more cold water.
"Of course not," I start to pick up cups with him and stack them on the table. "So maybe I should go pack my stuff up," I say quietly. Eli looks up from his cup collecting.
"I guess so," he says in a sad tone. "Why don't you leave a couple outfits here, you are always welcome here?" he suggests making me smile.
"I'll keep a drawer of clothes here," I leave the room and start to pack my suitcase back up. I leave a few items of clothing here in a drawer I was using. When I go back out to the kitchen its like a whole new place.
"Wow, you clean up fast," I complement.
"Clare you were in there packing for over an hour, I've been at this since eleven." he says giving me a look like I'm crazy. I look at the clock and it has been an hour since I went to start pack. "We have a little bit before you told your mom you would be there, want to go to McDonalds or something and get some lunch?" he asks, I nod.
"I'm starving," I remember that its been almost twenty four hours since I have eaten anything. I throw my things in the hearse and climb in the front seat.
"Are you ready to be living at home?" he asks me after we pull out. I start to form my answer in my head, because I'm not fully sure.
"I don't know, I really can't stand what they have done to me with this. I will really miss living with you, but Mr. Simpson does have a point about it being a little inappropriate, I guess." I shrug off, letting Mr. Simpson's words from our last talk on Thursday sink in.
"He said that?" Eli questions me. I nod lightly. "I mean, I guess I can see what he is saying by that, well suggesting by that at least."
"I didn't really want to get into that discussion with him, so I just agreed that it was a little inappropriate of us." I inform him.
"Well maybe you can come stay for a weekend here and there," he suggests in a questioning tone. I smile and we pull into a McDonalds play place. Eli orders two fries, a cheese burger, chicken nuggets, and two cherry cokes like normal. I find us a table in the corner and sit down. I watch a couple kids playing in a ball pit, I smile.
"Clare, I forgot to tell you something," I turn my attention to him as he sits down observing me watching them.
"What's that?" I ask him curiously, his face turns to a serious. Whenever he does this it makes me incredibly nervous.
"We are never having kids," he says smirking. He emphasizes the word never. "When they set your wrist I though my fingers were going to fall of, literally." he laughs at my expense.
"Sorry," I can feel my face getting hot.
"I'm kidding, well about not having kids, not so much the hand part." he say continues to laugh. I let a small laugh out and take a sip of my drink. I choke on it.
"I can't drink this, not today." I hand him my cup of cherry Pepsi.
"Sorry, forgot about that minor detail." he smirks at me. We finish eating and head over to my house. I knock on the door while Eli grabs my things.
"Clare you don't have to knock, it is your house," my mother answers, I walk past her and she holds the door for Eli. We go right up to my room, I shut the door and start to put my clothes in my drawers. I will miss Eli and I living together, but I knew we couldn't do that forever, not now at least. After I am unpacking my mom knocks at the door.
"Come in," Eli yells and I shoot him a semi angry pout face, he smirks apologetically at me. My mom walks in, I'm kneeling on the floor by my dresser and Eli is sitting on my bed.
"I would prefer you to leave your door open when you are both in here alone." She says looking between Eli and I, Eli smiles at her.
"Of course," he says. He gets up and follows her when she leaves. I wonder why but don't ask. I finish unpacking my stuff, I lay in my bed and it feels so foreign. I shut my eyes for just a second and begin to wonder about my dad. So far every time I tried to think of him, it hurt to much to care where he was. I feel my eyes fill with hot tears and roll onto my side, pulling my knees up closer to my chest. I try not to let the tears fall, but they do and hard. I can only picture him in my head, it makes me cry harder because my last memories of him consist of; him fighting with my mom and him sending me away. When I see my mom I hate her for what she did to me, but all I see in her is her sadness for her crumbled marriage. This isn't my life, I tell myself. Over and over, I repeat those word in my head but it never becomes reality. I hear footsteps faintly, but I'm not sure of anything at the moment. I just lay there and cry to myself.
"Clare," a voice yells loudly to me, I think I hear more footsteps but I am unsure. "Clare," the voice says again, I can't see anything, its all blurred by tears. I feel myself being shaken and sharply inhale to fill my lungs. There is a rubbing feeling on my back, I ignore it
"Baby girl," another voice says less loudly, almost as if it is asking a question. I hear a set of footsteps leave quickly. Someone crawls into my bed behind me and pulls me close to them. I start to see things for what they are, and I know the hand holding me tight, is Eli's. I turn and look at him. His eyes look scared and I realize its my fault they are like that.
"Clare, what's wrong?" he asks me in a soothing voice, he strokes my hair with the hand that was previously around me. I speak because I have been crying so hard, so when I try Eli just coo's a sweet "Shh," to me continuously playing with my hair. He lets me lay there and cry silently to myself for at least an hour.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks me, as softly as before, once I have stopped for a couple minutes. I bite my lip and wriggling myself closer to him. He puts his arms around me protectively and starts to prop himself up against my headboard. I pull myself up and he hugs my waist, I lay back onto his chest, on an angle from his right side. His legs are stretched out and crossed at his ankles, mine and Indian style.
"I don't like being here, it puts me together with reality." I whisper, weakly. He kisses my temple and rubs my left hand softly and smoothly, my arms are folded over his loose arms, holding me close to his body.
"What are you talking about?" he asks me and I feel my eyes fill again with tears. He sees and wipes them away quickly, before they can spill over.
"I just hoped I would come here and it would be back to normal. Them fighting was better than this. I miss my dad, but I hate him all at the same time." I drabble, the words pour out quickly.
"Clare, I talked to your mom about that. I know you miss him, you talk about it while you sleep sometimes. She gave me his address, we're going to visit him tomorrow, your mom also okayed me staying over tonight, as long as the door remains open." he tells me making me feel anxious but calmer.
"Really," I ask unsure if I believe what he said. He nods and kisses my left temple again. I feel another few tears breakaway and I wipe them off.
"You know, Clare," he starts I look up and to my left, only to be greeted by his green eyes that if given the chance I would get lost in forever. "Your eyes look even pretty when you cry," he says making me smile. "The red makes the blue stand out even more, I wish I could stare into them forever." he says making me lose another tear, a happy tear, though.
"Dinner," my mom calls up the stairs. I sit forward letting Eli stand up first. He pulls me up, and brings me into him tightly. He tilts my chin up with his left hand and kisses me calmly before we go downstairs to eat. I push my food around my plate and my mom gives me a look. I put a forkful of pasta in my mouth and chew slowly. I finish half my food by time everyone is done, she lets me get away with it and I go up to my room. Eli goes home and gets clothes, by time I finish my shower he's back and in clothes to sleep in.
"I have a question," I say quietly.
"Ask away," he offers, laying in my double bed.
"Why didn't last night effect you as much as it did me?" I ask seriously. I crawl into my bed and sit in a similar position as earlier.
"I can hold more in me before I start to get effected, also I told you it wasn't our first rodeo. I know better than to get drunk." he says to me.
"I wasn't drunk," I counter his response. He smiles at me with his lopsided smile.
"I never said you were. Now, its bedtime." He kisses me a final time before pulling the cover back and letting me get in.
Also, someone said this story is too long, so what do you thing?
