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Chapter 2.
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Chapter 2.

Eli held me in his arms tightly, letting me cry in his chest. I let out all my anger and told someone I barely know my story. He whispered some sweet things in my ear to calm me down, and for once, right at this second, I felt like he cared for me. After two years of darkness and pain, he came into my life and made my world much brighter.

I pulled back with a smile, yes I actually smiled; I didn't have to fake one, "Eli, thank you." He looked at me and his smirk slowly turned into a smile. He kissed my cheek gently and nodded.

"Anything for you." He smiled, "We should get you home." He grabbed my things and handed me mine and we walked back to Morty.

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It's been a week since my last break down in front of Eli, and ever since that day it feels like my life is slowly being pulled back together. Eli walked me to every class, drove me home every day, he is probably the sweetest person I know. He makes me feel complete; he makes me feel like I need to be in this world no matter what.

I was about to open my locker when I noticed a note, I pulled it off and it read,

Hey Blue Eyes, sorry I won't be able to make it. Mom picked me up early; I'll be outside waiting for you at the end of the day- E

I smiled and grabbed my books and headed off to English Class. Right as I was about to turn the corner, a hard body shoved me against the wall. He placed his hand on my mouth, muffling my screams. He grunted and pulled me into the bathroom. I tried screaming but his hand pressed harder on my mouth. Tears formed in my eyes and the guy pushed me against the stall.

He put his hand underneath my skirt and started rubbing me with his hand. I cried out hoping someone would hear me, but with my luck no one heard me. I cried louder and louder as he put more pressure on my body. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice echo through the bathroom. I saw those black boots come under the stall.

"Eli!" I yelled when the guy wasn't paying any attention to me and more.

"Clare!" Eli threw his body against the door making it fly open. His eyes widened as he saw the guy with all dark clothing and his face covered with his hand shoved up my lower region.

"Get the fuck off of her!" He yelled and grabbed the man and pushed him to the ground, beating him repeatedly until he was unconscious. Eli looked at me and his mouth hung open. He quickly ran to me and looked all over my body, seeing bruises on my arms and face.

I was speechless, I tried to talk but nothing was coming out. "Eli... he... I..."

"Clare, don't talk. I'm calling the police." He pulled out his phone and I slowly sunk to the floor. I pulled my legs up to my chest and sobbed quietly. I heard Eli say his thank you to the person on the phone then he slowly sat down next to me. I had no other choice but move closer to him and lay my head on his chest. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back gently before Mr. Simpson ran through the bathroom door to see the guy lying on the ground, and me crying hysterically in Eli's arms.

"What happened in here? The police are outside saying that someone got sexually assaulted?" Eli stood up, but I pulled him by the shirt back down to me, I never wanted to let go. Whenever he's gone, something bad seems to always happen.

"Sir, I was just getting back to school from a doctor's appointment, I heard muffled cries coming from in here, when I came in I saw that guy with his hand over Clare's mouth and his other was touching her in places. I freaked out, beat him up, and called the police." Eli was rocking me back and forth to calm me down as he explained to Mr. Simpson everything that happened.

Mr. Simpson got the guy and carried him out to the police, turns out the 'mystery man' was no other than KC Guthrie, my ex who knocked up a girl and left her the moment he found out. I shot him a death glare as we walked past him, the tears slowly starting to form in my eyes as I realized what actually just happened.

Eli stayed by my side the whole time I talked to the police. He was with me every step of the way. If you're wondering what happened to KC, he got expelled and arrested for 2 years. Apparently, this isn't the first time he did it. When other girls heard about it, they jumped in right at that moment to tell.

After about an hour after investigations, Eli took me home. I stayed by his side the whole way there, I was afraid to lift a finger. I knew that when I was around him, I was safe. When I wasn't, my world instantly becomes dark.

"I don't want to go." I mumbled, still shook up from the previous events.

"I-I know, but I have to get home." Eli said rubbing my forearm, goose bumps rising at his gentle touch.

"Let me come with you." I said with a little hope in my voice.

"Clare... I - are you sure? You don't think we're moving too fast?" He asked pulling me away to look in my eyes.

"No, I don't. I just feel like whenever you're not around the worst things happen to me, but when you are, everything is perfect." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. He took long enough to answer so I just pushed myself out of his arms and scooted over to the door, "I get it, and you don't want me to come."

"What? Clare... wait." Eli got out of the car and followed me, stepping in front of me. He grabbed my shoulder and I winced in pain when he touched one of my sensitive bruises KC gave me. "You can come over, are you planning on staying the night? If you were that's okay, my mom won't mind. I just want you to be safe."

He smiled at me, one of the brightest smiles I've even seen that spread across his perfectly shaped face. I nodded and gave him a hug before pulling him into my house.

"Um... wait here, I guess. I'll go get my things." I faked a smile and walked upstairs into my room. Things haven't really changed, I guess you can say. After the accident I painted my room a dark purple and everything else is either black or a maroon color. I grabbed my clothes and shoved them into the bag before stopping at my desk.

I eyed the small container and opened it up; looking at the sharp metal inside with the little white towel I use to clean up. I haven't cut in a while, but I finally felt that urge to. I took a deep breath and stuffed the box inside my bag and walked downstairs.

"Are you ready?" I asked, Eli's back was turned to me and he was looking at family pictures. He jumped as he heard my voice and smiled as he saw me with my stuff ready to go.

"Okay, come on."

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We arrived at Eli's house about 3 hours ago. It was about 11pm and we were watching a horror movie. Even though my life is like one of those thrillers that you can watch over and over, but you still get terrified even though you know something is about to happen, I absolutely hated horror movies. They just make my skin crawl, and I hate how the bad guy always kills the innocent person.

The movie was finally over, and I looked up at Eli who was smirking. I looked down and noticed that I was practically on his lap. I blushed and crawled off of him and stood up, "Where's the bathroom?" I asked with a small smile. Eli pointed down the hallway,

"Last door to the right."

I quietly thanked him and pulled my bag over my shoulder and walked down the endless hallway before I got to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the full length mirror, looking at all the scars up and down my arms and across my stomach. I ghosted my fingers over the red marks as tears rimmed my eyes.

"Why did this have to happen to me?" I quietly asked myself.

"I wish we never had you."

"We hate you!"

"Go to hell, bitch."

"You're so pointless and worthless to this world, you're just a waste of space."

My parent's words echoed through my head. I closed my eyes tightly and felt a tear escape my eye. I fell to my knees and dug through my bag to find exactly what I was looking for. I stood up, eyeing my scars again before pressing the blade to my skin. I added more and more pressed before I saw the pool of blood form around my wrist. I watched it drip to the floor and onto my bag. I smirked at the sight, blocking out the pain that was overcoming my body.

I grabbed for my towel, but a weird feeling shocked through my body. My vision started getting blurry, and I feel to the ground with a large thud. Then, all I saw was black. This time, no one was there to save me.

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Okay, yeah. I know its short… but anyways, review, and NO, Clare is not dead... yet. ;) But I have so much planned for this story; it's not even close to being done.
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