ClaireBear's POV:
I went into my bedroom and threw myself on the bed, pulling the covers over me bursting into tears and crying.
So this is what love felt like. A heart renching feeling like your heart is been ripped out of your chest. I stood up slowly and whiped my eyes. I looked like shit. I grabbed my brown floral top and a pair of denim shorts from the cupboard and put them on as quick as I could. I tied up my hair in a lopsided ponytail and smiled at my reflection.
Walking through the house and seeing the wolves give me all the same glances of hatred for hurting Quil, I felt like punching one of them, but Emily smiled at me and I nuged my head towards the door and she nodded, ever so slightly. We had these small, private silent conversations often.
I ran out of the house, and past Quil on the path. My heart stopped as he didn't even acknowledge my presence. I kept on running to my boyfriends house.
"Benjiman! Come out here NOW!" I shouted at him.
"Hey babe." He spat at me.
"I can't go out with you anymore. I love somebody else."
"I know! I saw you kissing that... that snake!" He sounded discusted, I raised my hand, slapped him and hissed at him. "He is more of a man that you will ever be!"
His race erupted into anger and he grabbed my arm, "Don't ever do that!"
He dragged my into his house and began to touch my body while I wriggled and squirmed under his grasp, "Let me go. Please." I wispered terrified.
"When I'm done with you Claire."
I screamed deep in my soul for Quil to come save me.
Quil's POV:
Somewhere in my soul I heard the cry for help. The distant lonliness of the cry made me feel numb and terribal. I stood up at Emily's table and excused myself. It must have been the first time I have ever turned down food.
The cry was coming from an old redbricked house a short walk from Emily's.
I looked at the building and frowned. Nothing seemed up with it. I turned on my heal telling myself I was going crazy then...
"QUIL!"
The agonised scream hit me and I knew that voice all too well. I stormed into the house following the crys of the girl I loved.
I walked into a sight I would never want to see.
A young boy atop my Claire, tearing at her clothes like a hungry animal. Her hair was matted with blood and her skin cut and bruised. I ran to the boy, pinning him up by the throat.
"You did this!" I screamed at him, trying my best to keep the shaking within me and the wolf that wanted to leep out and rip out the boys throat, undercontroll.
"You did this. You made us break up." The boy laughed sardonically, glancing over at a half naked, bloody Claire.
I dropped the boy, gasping for air, on the floor and walked over to Claire, taking her off the bed and looking at the ripped shorts and the last bit of material that covered her breasts.
She looked bad, and I needed to get her to Carlilse now.