Tutor

CH. 6

A/N: This should have another.. two or three chapters, then maybe an epilogue. The chapters are going to be alot longer, hopefully. Most of my chapters are around 1000 to 1500 words, but I'm striving to make them around 2000 words each.

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CRAIG'S POV

The drive to North Park was a long one.

Not to Clyde's, just to North Park in general. It was a good two and a half hours.

The town was weird, though. I mean, it's so much more developed and stuff.. They have two malls! And a bunch of other fancy stores I'd never even heard of in my 17 years of living in South Park, like Starbuck's, Kohl's, Barnes and Noble.. The place was just gigantic. After living in a hick town for all of my life, it was a shock.

But I kept driving, following the directions Clyde had left on the peice of paper. I held it tightly in my right hand, the left on the wheel. The directions weren't very good; I got lost a few times.

At least his handwriting was neat.

I finally reached a neighborhood that was so.. fancy I thought that maybe I was at the wrong place. I double checked the paper in disbelief, then looked at the next line of text on the paper.

It's 5371, Caribbean Ln.

5360, 5362, 5364..

The houses weren't even houses. They were too large to be called anything but mansions. Finally, I pulled into the driveway.

The place was amazing.

It was huge, from the outside it appeared to have at least three floors, maybe four. I got out of the car and tilted my head up to observe all of the mansion. The porch was large as well, the wooden deck painted a soft shade of blue. I strode to the door and rung the doorbell. I heard footsteps, then the door opened.

A tall, slim old woman stood in the doorway. She wore a long white dress and her graying hair was pulled into a bun. Her earrings were so large that her earlobes drooped all the way to her shoulders. There were wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, falling downward making her look perpetually upset.

"Who are you?" She spat, annoyed. I cleared my throat, scratching the back of my head nervously.

"I.. I'm Craig, I'm one of Clyde's friends. It's uh, really nice to meet you--" I began but she scowled and cut me off.

"Hold on. I'll check with Clyde and see if he's finished all the chores I have assigned him today." She shut the door in my face, then I heard footsteps and talking in the distance. I couldnt' get anything out of the conversation, but I could definently hear his voice, which was comforting. Then the door opened again.

"Yes, he's finished everything. Don't stay too long, as I am expecting guests later." I nodded and began to walk in the door, then she frowned again, annoyed.

"Take off your shoes, they're filthy. And wash your hands before you touch anything; I don't want you getting any dirt on my furniture. Clyde will show you to the bathroom." She snapped scornfully. I nodded again, dumbfounded as I untied my sneakers. I sat them by the door and stepped in the house.

"He's in his room. Go up two flights of stairs, then it's the third room on your right." She gestured to the stairs.

"O-okay. Thanks for letting me see him, I guess." I say as nice as I can, but she huffs and walks across the room and down another hallway.

The inside of it is breathtaking, too. Everything is spotless and just so fancy. I'd never imagined Clyde would have ended up in a place like this..

I made my way up the two flights of stairs, taking in everything I saw; from the chandeliers to the sparkly white tile. Third room on the right, I reminded myself, stepping up the final stair. I counted the rooms as I went, one, two, three.. I knocked on the door and a voice came,

"..What, Ms. Fields? I.. I finished everything you asked.. I even dusted all of the rooms on the fourth floor and--" Clyde's voice.

"Clyde..?" I say, interrupting him. Then frantic footsteps and the door opening.

"Craig.." He said, quietly, sounding sad all of the sudden.

"Hey! How's everything been for you?" I say, as he invited me into his room. He had changed alot in the past two years. He was dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt, with his hair combed back. His bangs still hung in his eyes, though, which made him look more like.. himself.

"It.. it's alright.." He mumbles, looking at his feet. He closes the door after me. "Wow, I've missed you alot.." He says, still sounding upset.

"..Oh. That sounds okay, I guess," I say, sitting on a chair, looking out the window. He pulls up a chair and sits beside me. "This place is just.. so fancy and big and.. wow.." I say, smiling. He doesn't return the smile, though, just avoids eye contact.

"Uh yeah, it's.. it's really nice." He says, biting his bottom lip. He sighed and stared out the window.

"Hey dude, are you alright?" I say finally, grabbing his hand. He pulls away out of my grip.

"..No. No, I'm not al-fucking-right." He says, almost in a whisper. He finally looks me in the eye, "I hate this place. I really do." He gets up and steps over to the other window and fixes his eyes on the view outside. I then notice he's gotten much thinner and taller, standing just an inch below me.

He continued, still staring out the window. "She's horrible. I'm cleaning the house twice a day. This entire fucking house. I hate it. Then when her little buddies come over, I have to make dinner. And if it's not perfect, she makes me go and make something else. Then they all get drunk. Then in the morning, when she wakes up, she can't remember anything so she just assumes I made the mess her friends left. And she's horrible when she's drunk. Ugh. And I can't even drive yet. I'm seventeen, and.. I asked her if I could learn to drive and she just laughed. It's fucking annoying. God, I hate this--"

I listened to him go on for another five or ten minutes, then I spoke up. "I'm sorry.. I wish there was something I could do.." I put a hand on his shoulder. He threw his arms around me and pulled me into an embrace. "No, it.. It's alright. This is my problem now. I just miss my mom and my brother so much.." He said, leaning his head on my chest. I ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead.

"And my dad's still out there somewhere. He just left. Left me and my mom. How could he do that? He's such a bastard.. I bet he isn't even looking for me. I bet he doesn't even care.."

I should've just said something like, 'Let's just run away,' or 'Come on, I'll get you the fuck out of here,' but I didn't. I just held him close and kept telling him everything would be okay when I knew it wouldn't. "Clyde, I.. I'm so sorry," I began, but he put his lips to mine. My eyes widened for a moment in surprise, but then he tripped and fell onto his bed, pulling me down with him. I gasped but went through with whatever he had planned.

He clawed through my hair. Finally we broke away and he gazed at me as if there was something he wanted. I opened my mouth to say something, but then he kissed my neck and all that I could manage was a sigh. He pulled me on top of him. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, but then everything was interrupted.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Shit," he hissed. I got off of him as quick as I could. He buttoned his shirt up again and sat up on the matress. There was a knock at the door.

"Clyde? Clyde, come out here now! Tell your friend to go home and prepare dinner! You have exactly thirty-two minutes to cook something that will serve twelve people. Let's go! And I expect that your room is clean. When you are finished, go and feed the swans." A huff, then footsteps back down the stairs.

"I guess I'll see you later.." I said, hugging him a final time. He nodded.

"Uh, okay. Wait, I'll walk you to your car or something." He followed me down the staircase and out the front door.

"I love you," I said quietly, so Ms. Fields wouldn't be able to hear me.

"Love you, too," He said, smiling weakly. I strode to my car and opened the door. I watched him walk in the home. I started the car and drove off, away from the house, away from that old bitch Ms. Fields, and worst of all, away from Clyde.

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A/N: Two more chapters and an epilogue left, the next chapter will be in Clyde's POV.

-Hailey