*Eli's POV*

"Damn it Clare." I muttered as I closed my phone and slipped it into the pocket of my black skinny jeans.

When Clare didn't show up to school I just assumed she was running late. But when I got to my 3rd period class which I shared with Clare, and realized she wasn't there I knew something was wrong. After calling and texting her numerous times I decided I needed to go check on her. It wasn't like her to just not show up, especially without checking in with anyone.

Grabbing my backpack out of my locker I exited the building. I looked up at the sky as I hurried to my car, it was amazing how quickly the weather could change. Yesterday it was a clear beautiful day, today the sky was a shade of gray that could almost pass as black with a misty fog that hovered throughout the air.

I climbed into the driver's seat and drove to Clare's house. Because of the thick fog and the wet streets I was forced to drive slower than my liking. After a drive that took much longer than I expected, I finally arrived at Clare's house.

"Clare open the door it's me!" I called through the front door. Tugging my hood up with one hand I continued to knock with the other. Both her parents cars were gone so I knew they weren't home, but there was no indication whether or not Clare was.

I wondered if they had a spare key hidden out here. I looked around in the common hiding spots and found one under the door mat. I laughed as I unlocked the door. Putting a key there is just asking for someone to break in. Kind of like I was doing.

"Clare are you here?" I yelled as I walked through the first floor of their house. Everything looked normal. I walked up the stairs and went to her bedroom door. It was closed. That was odd for Clare. She was a fairly open person at home.

I knocked on the door. I was about to walk away to check the rest of the house when I heard what sounded like whimpering. Opening the door to her room quickly I heard more of the whimpering which I soon recognized to be muffled cries. Her room was empty and I was about to leave, when I remembered to check the bathroom leading off of her door.

Clare was lying on the tiled floor next to the bath tub. She was wearing nothing but a bra and underwear and she was covered in blood. Her hands were tied behind her back along with her feet, and she has some sort of scarf or something in her mouth. That was when I recognized the whimpering as muffled cries. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That was the only thing that my mind could process.

"Oh god Clare." I ran over to her and dropped to my knees. I fumbled to untie the ropes holding her wrists together but the knots were tight and I couldn't loosen it.

I looked at Clare's face as I searched my backpack for my pocket knife so I could cut the ropes. Shit I didn't take the scarf at of her mouth.

"Eli" She half cried and half sighed when I finally took out the strip of fabric, allowing her to talk.

"Shh it's okay." I reassured her as I cut the ropes from her wrists and ankles.

I picked Clare up as she put her arms around my neck, and carried her back into her bedroom. I sat her down gently on her bed and wrapped a pink robe around her, which had been hanging on her door.

"What happened?" I whispered in her ear as I wrapped her in my arms.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she started crying again. I couldn't believe this was happening to her. I wasn't sure what to do next. I knew I needed to get her to tell me what happened, but I also needed to get her cleaned up. I decided that the first thing I needed to do was clean all of the blood off her.

I went to her bathroom and wetted a towel. There was no way I'd be able to get her to take a shower. I wasn't even sure if she could stand up. I had a feeling she was in shock.

I came back with a towel and began to wipe the drying blood off of her. She winced as I came in contact with her skin. When she was clean I could see that her pale skin was covered in dark splotches. Bruises. I gasped, and Clare shuddered. What the hell happened to her?

I brought Clare clothes and we sat in silence. I knew what had happened. She was raped. But I wasn't going to have her talk about it until she was ready. I spent the next half hour trying to imagine who would do something like this to her. The world was full of freaks. It literally could have been anyone. My first thought was Fitz, but he had moved away after the Vegas Night incident. I couldn't think of anyone else. We lived in a pretty safe area. It must have been random.

"He raped me." Clare whispered, pulling me out of my daze.

"Who?" She didn't say anything in return. "Clare, who did this to you?"

"Your da- da-" Clare stuttered. "Your dad." She layed down on her side and started crying.

My dad. How did I not see that? I should have figured it out the second I saw her. It was thing for him to do this to me, but for him to do this to Clare? That was insane. She hadn't done a single thing to him.

"Clare I am so sorry. This is all my fault."

Clare shook her head. "No it's not."

I knew what I had to do. I took out my phone and called Adam.

"Can you come over to Clare's? It's important." He agreed and I hung up.

"Clare I'm going to take care of this."

Adam arrived moments later. I didn't know how he got here so quick, but I didn't question it. I hadn't had to explain what happened to her. He could tell as soon as he saw her. Unlike me he also knew who did it to her.

"Did you call the cops?" He asked as he went and sat next to Clare who was still laying in her bed.

"No. Just stay with her." I told him.

I left the house and went out to my car starting the engine. I dug through the glove box. I knew it was in there. I started getting worried. Where the hell was it? I finally found it and slipped it in my pocket before driving away.

I parked the hearse in front of my house where I always did, and threw open the front door.

He was sitting on the couch watching a re-run of a hockey game that was aired a few days ago.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" My voice asked shaking.

"Huh?" He asked. Not looking up from the tv.

I pulled the gun out of my jacket pocket and pointed it directly at him. "What did Clare EVER do to you?" I screamed. I was sure my face was red. I felt like I would explode with anger.

"I don't know what you're talking about." After looking up at me, he added "Eli put that away."

"You raped her!" I yelled. I put my finger on the trigger. I'd never shot a gun before so I wasn't completely sure what to do. I figured I'd seen enough movies to figure it out though.

"What is going on in here?" My mom asked, running into the room. She was home from work earlier than I expected. Damn it. "Eli put that down." I could tell she was trying to remain calm but her voice was more shaky then my hand.

I did what I was told. I couldn't do anything with her standing right there. It's not that she would be a witness. I knew I would be going to jail for this. I didn't want to scare her though. The last thing she needed was to see her son kill his father.

"He raped Clare." I spit out glaring at him. My mom came over and slowly removed the gun from my hands.

"Honey he doesn't know what he's talking about." My Dad said to her. He started to get up to leave the room but my mom stopped him.

"Sit back down." She looked at me. "You too."

I sat down on the arm of a chair on the other side of the room. I tried to stay as far away from him as possible.

"Elijah Goldsworthy. You're accusing your father of rape?" I hated the way she could stay so calm. It made it impossible to figure out what she was thinking.

"He raped Clare! Just like he raped me. You should see her, she is covered in bruises. Because of him!" I yelled pointing at him. I hadn't realized I was crying.

"Stop lying. Eli you can't just go around blaming everyone you're mad at of rape!"

My mom began to say something but I interrupted her. "I'm lying! Just like I was lying when you molested me? When you beat me? So is this a lie to?" I asked pointing at my lip. I then took off my Jacket and showed him my bruised arm. "And this is a lie too isn't it? And that's a lie to?" I moved my hair so they could see my neck. "So you didn't do any of that either?"

My mom shook her head. "Neither of you are leaving this room. I'm getting a drink."
She left the room.

Neither of us said anything. I didn't take my eyes off of him. I knew my mom didn't believe me. She was going to take his side.

"I thought you were getting a drink?" My Dad asked when she came back into the room empty handed.

"We didn't have anything."

None of us said anything. I sat very stiff trying to figure out what was going to happen next. My Dad was trying to be calm, but I could tell it was an act. My mom stood by the doorway staring out the window.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Adam: Did you call the cops

Eli: No. Y?

Adam: They R here

What was going on? I looked up at my mom who was still looking out the window. Without looking at me she nodded.

A few minutes later 2 police officers ran into the room, guns out and pointed at my Dad.

"David Goldsworthy?" One of the police officers asked. My Dad nodded, his face had lost all color. "David Goldsworthy, you are under arrest for the rape of Clare Edwards." One of the officers read off as the other handcuffed him and led him out of the house.

I sat in shock. I couldn't believe it.

My mom came and sat down next to me. "Eli I am so sorry. I really thought he changed." My mom said to me sadly.

"What?" Had she known this whole time?

"I knew what he did to you. He left when I threatened to have him arrested. He came back and I thought he was better."

"Wait." I stood up and looked at her. "You knew this entire time?"

She nodded.

"I can't believe you." I stood up and left the house.

A/N: So I know what you're all thinking. . . "Why does Eli have a gun?" But I'll explain later. I think this is going to be one of the last chapters. So please review and what not = ) Oh and I think I'm changing the rating to M. . .because I'm cool like that