Claire heard about Alana on television earlier that day too,
and she knew that was why Chris was upset. 'Why can't he just let her go?'
she thought to herself while walking to her car. Alana had, obviously,
started over. She still did not know what happened, but she was not
concerned with that right now. This girl had left quite an impression on
her brother, and he was being ruined by it.
She found her car parked by the side of the road and pointed the small
remote at it. The alarm beeped, and she got in. 'I am going to go see
Chris.' She thought, 'I am sure he wouldn't mind.' She started the
car and pulled out of the space. She drove until she reached Chris's
building, and found a place to park across the street.
As Claire made her way inside, she noticed the lobby of the building
had been changed since she was last there. It used to look old and
worn, but now it looked completely new. The walls were covered in deep
red wallpaper that reminded her of roses. She looked up to see a large
chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It looked like the crystals were
dripping off of it, like ice. There was a small reception area for
security guards to sit and monitor the building. It was made of a dark
wood and was pushed into the corner, two guards sat at it looking at
Claire, waiting for her to make her move. Claire noticed and made her
way towards the elevator. She walked in the relatively large space and
pushed a button for the twelfth floor. As the elevator continued
upward, she thought 'How does he afford to live here?'
Claire walked to the door of Chris's apartment and knocked.
No one answered, so she knocked again. This time, she heard some kind of rustling inside, she was not positive, but she thought she heard a woman's voice. Did Chris have a secret girlfriend, was she imagining it? Or, did Chris pick up a hooker on his way home. That was disgusting, why would her nice, loving, wonderful brother - The door opened and interrupted her thinking. Chris was standing there; by the look on his face she knew he did not expect her.
"Hey, Claire.Uh.What are you doing here so late? Is something wrong?" The expression on his face went from surprised to distressed.
"No, no! There's nothing wrong. I just wanted to talk to you about something." She paused for a few minutes.
"What is it?" Chris asked, becoming more distressed.
"Well, if you have company, I shouldn't bother you." She wanted to see who it was, just to know would make her feel better.
"I don't have company, exactly." He answered
'So it is the prostitute.' she thought.
"You can come in if you want." Chris moved out of the doorway to allow Claire to enter.
She made her way into the small hallway and followed it to the living room. There were not any more pictures on the wall. Chris always loved pictures of people and things he loved, most people do, but he would put all of his pictures somewhere he could see them. He was not always like that; he just started putting up pictures of everything about three or four years ago. She stopped when she reached the room, and looked at the girl sitting on the couch. She looked like someone she knew, but she also looked unfamiliar. Claire walked over to the couch and sat as far from the girl as she could.
"Hey, Claire. I'm Alana." The girl said as she reached out for Claire's hand.
Claire put her own out and shook Alana's. "Wow, I have seen your picture so many times, but." She has nothing to say. The first time she was supposed to meet her, Chris showed up at their mom's house without her. Claire looked at Chris, in the light now, she could see he was upset. Why was this girl here? Why isn't she gone, carrying on with her own life? "Why did you do that?" Claire spat at the girl.
"Do what?" She answered, with confusion written all over her face.
"Claire, stop it!" Chris said, sounding angry.
She was unsure why she said that, but she didn't know what else to say. This woman ruined her brother's life, as far as she could tell. Why should she be nice to her?
"I think I should go." Alana said, standing up. "I have to get back anyway, I have an audition tomorrow." She walked to Chris and said goodbye. He just watched her leave; he knew there was nothing he could do to make her stay.
"Why did you do that Claire, that was my chance." He said angrily as he sat down.
"I wasn't trying to." she didn't know how to finish that. She just looked at him, his eye, filled with sorrow. She had done some wrong.
"Look, Claire, I don't want to talk, and I would really appreciate it if you would leave. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, the door slammed. She knew it was time for her to go.
I hope this is alright, I haven't' written a fic since the last time I updated this one. Anyway, I hope everyone is alright with this chapter, and I am trying to get back into writing again. I will update soon, Thanks!
P.S. I am, actually, not too fond of this chapter and was considering not posting it, but I was having a hard time trying to remember what I was doing with this story. Suggestions are gladly accepted and I will try to do something with them if I can. If I can't think for this story, I might be dropping it.
She found her car parked by the side of the road and pointed the small
remote at it. The alarm beeped, and she got in. 'I am going to go see
Chris.' She thought, 'I am sure he wouldn't mind.' She started the
car and pulled out of the space. She drove until she reached Chris's
building, and found a place to park across the street.
As Claire made her way inside, she noticed the lobby of the building
had been changed since she was last there. It used to look old and
worn, but now it looked completely new. The walls were covered in deep
red wallpaper that reminded her of roses. She looked up to see a large
chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It looked like the crystals were
dripping off of it, like ice. There was a small reception area for
security guards to sit and monitor the building. It was made of a dark
wood and was pushed into the corner, two guards sat at it looking at
Claire, waiting for her to make her move. Claire noticed and made her
way towards the elevator. She walked in the relatively large space and
pushed a button for the twelfth floor. As the elevator continued
upward, she thought 'How does he afford to live here?'
Claire walked to the door of Chris's apartment and knocked.
No one answered, so she knocked again. This time, she heard some kind of rustling inside, she was not positive, but she thought she heard a woman's voice. Did Chris have a secret girlfriend, was she imagining it? Or, did Chris pick up a hooker on his way home. That was disgusting, why would her nice, loving, wonderful brother - The door opened and interrupted her thinking. Chris was standing there; by the look on his face she knew he did not expect her.
"Hey, Claire.Uh.What are you doing here so late? Is something wrong?" The expression on his face went from surprised to distressed.
"No, no! There's nothing wrong. I just wanted to talk to you about something." She paused for a few minutes.
"What is it?" Chris asked, becoming more distressed.
"Well, if you have company, I shouldn't bother you." She wanted to see who it was, just to know would make her feel better.
"I don't have company, exactly." He answered
'So it is the prostitute.' she thought.
"You can come in if you want." Chris moved out of the doorway to allow Claire to enter.
She made her way into the small hallway and followed it to the living room. There were not any more pictures on the wall. Chris always loved pictures of people and things he loved, most people do, but he would put all of his pictures somewhere he could see them. He was not always like that; he just started putting up pictures of everything about three or four years ago. She stopped when she reached the room, and looked at the girl sitting on the couch. She looked like someone she knew, but she also looked unfamiliar. Claire walked over to the couch and sat as far from the girl as she could.
"Hey, Claire. I'm Alana." The girl said as she reached out for Claire's hand.
Claire put her own out and shook Alana's. "Wow, I have seen your picture so many times, but." She has nothing to say. The first time she was supposed to meet her, Chris showed up at their mom's house without her. Claire looked at Chris, in the light now, she could see he was upset. Why was this girl here? Why isn't she gone, carrying on with her own life? "Why did you do that?" Claire spat at the girl.
"Do what?" She answered, with confusion written all over her face.
"Claire, stop it!" Chris said, sounding angry.
She was unsure why she said that, but she didn't know what else to say. This woman ruined her brother's life, as far as she could tell. Why should she be nice to her?
"I think I should go." Alana said, standing up. "I have to get back anyway, I have an audition tomorrow." She walked to Chris and said goodbye. He just watched her leave; he knew there was nothing he could do to make her stay.
"Why did you do that Claire, that was my chance." He said angrily as he sat down.
"I wasn't trying to." she didn't know how to finish that. She just looked at him, his eye, filled with sorrow. She had done some wrong.
"Look, Claire, I don't want to talk, and I would really appreciate it if you would leave. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, the door slammed. She knew it was time for her to go.
I hope this is alright, I haven't' written a fic since the last time I updated this one. Anyway, I hope everyone is alright with this chapter, and I am trying to get back into writing again. I will update soon, Thanks!
P.S. I am, actually, not too fond of this chapter and was considering not posting it, but I was having a hard time trying to remember what I was doing with this story. Suggestions are gladly accepted and I will try to do something with them if I can. If I can't think for this story, I might be dropping it.
