ELI'S POV
I begin to drive home, a smirk on my face. Then when I reach a stop light I stop and think. What are you doing? I honestly don't know. I promised myself to stay away from Clare, not talk to her, and only admire her from afar. Driving her home is not exactly afar. I shake my head. I might as well live a little. And besides, driving her was just a friendly gesture, nothing more, right? I begin to take the back roads on my way to my secluded house. I begin to drive deeper in the forest, as the dark asphalt roads began to turn into dirt roads. The Flood by Escape the Fate begins to play and I sing along a little, bobbing my head to the beat. I see a small house, far behind trees, with a long dirt driveway. I pull my hearse into the lot and hop out. Just as I turn Morty off I turn to see Jess walking up the driveway, wheezing. Her expression plainly reads 'I'm going to kill you.' She runs towards me and grabs me by the neck, playfully choking me.
"I had to walk. A mile. In ALL Black. With. Almost no shade. In almost 100 degree weather. You owe me. Big." She growls, and even though she's trying to sound threatening her voice is still high pitched and wheezing. Her arm aground my neck tightens and I begin to actually choke.
"Can't. Breathe. Jess!" I manage to choke out.
"Good. I haven't been able to breathe for the past forty minutes." She says her voice still angry. Even though Jess is very short and skinny and pretty much the definition of small she is extremely strong. I manage to shake her off and run into the house.
"You're not getting off that easy, Goldsworthy!" She yells after me, using her small, pale hand to push her dark side bangs out of her green eyes that are the same shade as mine. She runs into the house and jumps onto my back, pulling at my hair playfully. "I'm never walking home, again. Promise me that!" She hisses into my ear.
"Ouch! Jess let go of my hair. OUCH!" she was really starting to pull on my hair roughly now.
"I will when you surrender and promise to be my escort to and from school, and anywhere else I please, for the rest of my life." She says. Damn her. She knows how to win an argument.
"How about until you get your license?" I plead.
She pretends to consider and then grabs my hair tighter. "Nope."
"Ugh. Fine, I'll drive you around! Now get the fuck off!" I yell, and she jumps of my back, a devious yet pleased smile on her face.
"So, how was your first day of Degrassi?" She says innocently. She begins to brush through her hair, which is almost the exact shade as mine, with her pale fingers.
"Eh, boring to say the least. I met someone, though, who seems interesting." I raise an eyebrow at her, but she is to busy walking over to the small leather love seat in the living room.
"Who? Is it a girl? Does the infamous Eli Goldsworthy have a crush?" She says, smirking, her pink lips able to achieve the same lopsided look as mine.
"No, it's not a crush." I say too quickly to be believed. She just shakes her head, smirking and chuckling lightly. "It's kind of why I didn't pick you up. I drove her home."
"Oh yeah, I meant to ask you that. And just to let you know, I hate you." She mutters.
"No you don't, you love me more than anything in the whole world." I say rising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, okay." She rolls her eyes
"How was your first day at Lakehurst?" Jess goes to a different high school, because we both agreed that if we didn't let anyone know we knew each other we would be safer from him. I shook my head, doing anything to forget about him. We had to lay low, not call too much attention to ourselves and we could only hope that he wouldn't find us again. The last time he found us, he killed- I shake my head refusing to remember who was killed and who killed them.
"Boring as hell. I got a lot of stares when I jumped out of a hearse with screamo music blasting out of it." I took her pause as a chance to bow and smirk. "Some little group of preps tried to trip me in the hallway, but don't worry, I made sure that they were the one who hit the floor." She smirks.
"Jess." I cut in, hating that I have to go all legal guardian on her, but if I don't thing will only get worse. "Not another fight on your first day of school!" I groaned. Jess likes to fight. It got her angers out. I helped her forget about him, and the horrible thing he did to us.
"I didn't hurt them that bad" She mutters, quickly inspecting her nails. "Just enough to let them know that you don't mess with Jess Goldsworthy without a few bruises." She smirks.
"When will you learn?" I sigh.
"Never." She smiles. "You know how stubborn I am. I never learn my lesson until it's too late. It's not easy, going through high school when you look like you still belong in eighth grade!" I guess that's true. Jess was a sophomore, but she technically was supposed to be a freshman. She just skipped ahead a grade but she had perfect marks. She gets up, and turns on the radio, suddenly dancing to My Chemical Romance. I smirk. She runs over to me pulling me into the living room and prompts me to mosh with her. I laugh and join, listening as the radio screeched out the lyrics to It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Fucking Death Wish. I shake my head, watching as Jess Jumps off of the couch pretending to play air guitar. I laugh as she sings along, her high feminine voice so different from the song, yet it still sounds good with it. My sister is truly the strangest person I know, but I love her for it.
A/N: Aww, cute, sibling bonding (: Yup, Jess is his sister if you hadn't already guessed it x) so just a few questions, then I'll write Clare's part. What do you think of Jess? Her story gets deeper later on, just to let you know. Who do you think the mysterious him is that Eli is so terrified of? Who do you think was killed? If you leave a review, I'll answer those questions and more, faster! I pinky promise (: Ok, my rambling is over, the story must go on!
CLARE'S POV
Not even ten minutes after I walked inside Alli calls me. I sigh and answer as I walk upstairs, into my room.
"Spill." She says immediately
"Hi, nice to hear your voice again, too." I say, smiling sarcastically.
"Hi." She says, irritated. "Now, spill!"
I sigh once again, and tell her all of the day's events, blushing when I recall lunch. She doesn't interrupt, except with the necessary 'Uh-huh' and 'Awww!' and the occasional 'He's so into you!' I talk to her after that for an hour or so until I hear my parents walk in.
"Hey, I have to go." I interrupt her story about the new boy Drew who she had her eyes on.
"Kay, I'll see you tomorrow!" I hear her say, just before I close my phone. I could already hear them screaming. A plate crashed onto the floor, and I put my hands to my ears, wincing. I wish they would stop. I wish we could be normal again, and that the never fought, and that Darcy was still here. I miss her a lot. I can hear my father screaming, horrible, cruel words at my mother; the person that he loved and vowed to never hurt her. Things change. I hear something tell me, softly. I walk over to my bed, picked up my iPod touch and put on P.O.D- Tell me why. I sat back on my bed, closing my eyes, hoping to just sleep through the fighting.
I drift off to sleep. In my dreams, I see Eli. He is holding me, comforting me. Fighting off my demons for me, using every ounce of strength he has to protect me. He convinces my parents to stop fighting. He mends my broken heart and teaches me how to trust again. He rekindles my faith that I was slowly losing my grip on before. He is able to convince me that life was good, and in the dream, we fall in love, and he protects me, through everything until we grow old and die peacefully together.
I sleep peacefully for an hour, before I'm awoken to the sound of another glass shattering, and the angry shouts afterwards. I hear the sound of a fist meeting a bone, and the pained scream afterward. I feel the need to hide, but I can't. I can't let this go on. So, slowly, I creep out of my room, just in time to catch my mother being thrown against the wall, as my father screams "You Whore!"
"Stop." I plead, in a low whisper, so low that I wonder if he even heard me.
"What did you just say to me?" My father lets go of my mother, and she falls to the floor in pain.
"I said 'Stop.'" I say, my voice growing stronger. My father's eyes meet mine, and I gasp in shock. I recall seeing them as a little girl, when they were filled with laughter, love and warmth. Now all I could see is ager and bloodlust. I cringe, backing up slowly. He wouldn't hit me, would he? Right now I'm not so sure. He runs up to me, slapping me hard against my face, causing me to fall the floor, gasping in pain as I land right on broken pieces of glass.
"Get in your room, now!" he screams hatefully at me. I scramble off the floor, tears in my eyes as I reluctantly leave my mother behind and run into my room. I burst through my door, and lock it behind me. I immediately run over to the bathroom that is connected to my room. I look in the mirror, gasping in shock when I see the huge red handprint on my pale cheek. I tentatively poke at it and wince when it burns.
I hear the sound of my laptop, indication that I have an IM.
I walk over to it and see that it's from Eli. I remember giving him my username while we were driving to my house.
Eli-gold49: hey, Edwards, how's it goin?
I wonder if I should tell him about my parent. I mean, I've only known him for a little while. But I trust him, a lot more then I trust other people. Which was very strange.
Clare-e23: it's been better.
I sigh as I feel my wound, and I notice that tears are slowly running down my cheeks.
Eli-gold49: what, can't understand a question for your homework?
Clare-e23: It's not funny, Eli. My parents are fighting. They got…physical.
Eli-gold49: Shit. Now I feel like an ass. I'll be at your house in ten minutes.
Just as I begin to type back to him, telling him that even though I appreciate the offer, I can't, he logs off.
This can not be good. Or…can it?
A/N: Duhn duhn duhn! A cliffhanger! :O Oh yeah, and like I said be fore, I don't own the bands and songs mentioned, or Degrassi. I might update either later on today, or tomorrow. But probably today, because now I'm itching to just write the next chapter. If you review, I will love you forever. If you want, you can say your opinion on what you think will happen in the next chapter and if I like it, I might work it into the story. Well, I'll see you soon, my lovely readers (:!