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Chapter 2"No just go back to your house and get high leave me the fuck alone Bender!"
He just wouldn't let me go damn him. I want to end it I don't want to see another day! Before I knew though; I had gradually let him lead me underneath a bridge so we wouldn't continue getting soaked. In truth I wanted him to stay I wanted to spill my guts and tell him every little thing that bothered me but I couldn't because that would bring someone one step closer into my life, into my hell.
"Damn don't you listen just leave me alone! Go get out of here go home! I don't need you, I don't need anyone just leave me to my own peace!"
I kept screaming at him to leave until it hurt to scream. I collapsed onto the ground and for the first time I felt completely drained and empty, but my sobbing just wouldn't let up it wouldn't just stop. I don't want John to see me like this, I wanted him to see the Claire everyone else knew the Claire that was happy with her life, the one who acted all pretentious because I can afford to be like that, not the depressed suicidal Claire. That is what really bothered me about him being here, is that I am just like everyone else, that I am considerably worse than a basket case, that I am no princess, that I live a fake life and now he knows, he knows O God he is the first to really see me like this which makes me so confused as to why I feel glad that it is finally out that someone has truly seen the real me.
"Claire? Claire you have to tell me what happened please I want to know, I am not going to leave."
What do I do? What can I say? So despite my thoughts I threw myself into his chest and kept crying. I realized then that I wanted to tell him, wanted his help, wanted him to truly get to know the real me and hopefully we could help each other sort out our family troubles. I had faith and hope in him, the criminal. For the first time in my life I had hope and faith in someone.
I started out my tail from the beginning so he would really understand how long this has been going on…
"When I was ten my dad started sleeping around with other women and would drink all the time and he was never home. I didn't know what it was at the time because I was too young but my mom was always crying and that that is where it starts. When I graduated from 8th grade I had really superficial friends who didn't give a damn about me only acted like they did and my parent's fights were increasingly getting worse. I have been a princess all of my life but I haven't been happy, I mean truly happy for years. My freshman year obviously I have kept up the role of the princess until well I guess now since you are seeing the real me but my dad started getting physical with my mom during my sophomore and junior year and it has just progressively gotten worse over time. She threatened to call the police and get a divorce, but the weird thing is that my dad doesn't want her to leave or divorce him for reasons beyond me. So they realized they could use me to get back at each other so my mom would tell me one thing and my dad would tell me another and I was so confused I mean I didn't know who to listen to so I just ended up doing what I wanted to with my life which obviously didn't go over to well. After that Saturday detention when my dad saw me kiss you and give you that earring that your wearing he kept questioning me and telling me all of this crap about not giving people precious jewels and what not. Then when we got home that night things got out of control. I was taking a bath thinking over the day and how you were the one to really see through my princess act, I mean I don't know but it felt like you were trying to see the real me, but that doesn't matter. I heard glasses breaking and all that good stuff but then I heard a slap and raged scream and the door slammed shut. I ran downstairs in my robe and saw my dad on the couch with a bottle of beer in one hand and vodka in the other, that's when I knew things were going to get ugly. I tried to get by without him noticing I was there but my efforts were useless and he lunged towards me and threw me into a wall and starting beating on me saying if I were never born this wouldn't have happened and kept wailing me until I kneed him in he groin area and threw on cloths and came here. You know the rest from there."
For a while John was completely silent and my tears had stopped a long time ago about half way through my speech. I looked into his eyes trying to figure out what he was thinking and for a long time I thought he was disgusted with me and was rethinking the whole "I want to help you" line that is until he crushed me back towards his chest and just held me. I was surprised to feel some of the few tears that fell from his eyes on my face and I hugged back tightly and for the first time I felt loved and understood the ironic part is its by a criminal no less whom after tonight does not deserve to be called a criminal ever again. In that moment he was my prince, my knight in shining armor, the kind of person I have always dreamed about and for that I was truly thankful that I had met him earlier today and that he was here to help me because if he hadn't shown up or even bothered to talk to me I probably would have killed myself.
"Your not, I don't know disgusted with me?"
"How could I be its not your fault Claire! Your father just went after the first person he saw which unfortunately was you. You deserve to live Claire. Your parents aren't worth you killing yourself because of the stupid things they say and do to you, you shouldn't cry over them or take any of it to heart because its not you its them. I have come to realize that over the years."
With those words I felt comforted and tried to pull him tighter until I realize that I might kill him if I hug him to tight. I felt happy that the person I told did understand and didn't reject what I said or me for that matter. I felt happy. Happy that the one person I decided to put faith and hope in came through for me in the end for the first time in my life.
"Claire where do you want to go? We could always go to a motel or something because presently my house isn't very safe."
"I'd like that John and I was wondering if maybe you would tell me what happened to you, I mean if you want to and everything you don't have to but I would like to know, I mean who knows we could help each other and-"
"Claire I will tell you I just need a little bit of time, until then lets find a motel ok?"
"Yea your right, and John? Thank you for not leaving and listening to my whole life's story I really appreciate it."
I couldn't help the new batch of tears that came. He kept his arms around me and mumbled no problem into my hair and kissed the top of my head and as we went in search of a place to stay for the night I realized that the rain had stopped and that I felt protected, safe, and loved in the arms of John Bender.
Authors Note: OK chapter two is finished! PLEASE REVIEW! I hope you have enjoyed the story and if you didn't read the note above this is after detention so he didn't know about the bruises when he looked well you know so yea. Again please review and to those who already have I thank you it means a lot to me that you took the time to review! PLEASE REVIEW!
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