A/N: I love you guys so much. I love all the reviews I'm getting. So, I am hoping this chapter turns out to be a master piece. (But I'm sure there'll be better chapters than this one.)

So enjoy! –Saphy

Chapter Five-

"Open your mind, but caution"

I stared at Clare perplexed. Just a second ago she was freaking out about something that I couldn't even define, but turns out that she just needed to let her "liquids" flow? It made no sense.

Her austere eyes gripped mine with fierce and radiance as if seemed that she was crying for help. Pleading even.

"We'll be home any minute can't you just hold it?" Okay, I didn't mean to sound that harsh but I really needed to get home. The more time I'd spend with her the, the more unease I'd have towards my actions and emotions.

"Yea…I can hold it." Her hands moved back to her firm lap and rested her unstable self. Something was up. I needed to find out.

I put the car back into drive and drove off into the evening sky. My thoughts went crazed as we passed the sign for Crodane's Mental Facility. Fear was conjoining into my system.

Okay, I know it's been a year since I went there but I still had these choragus nightmares that Adam or my parents would find some path way into sending me back. To make me suffer everything. The tests, the daily therapy sessions. Roommates that were obsessed with me. It was hell. untainted hell.

Clare's gaze was peering at me. From the corner of my eyes I could see the bruise marks that kept me wondering all night. It made me scared to think that a beautiful girl such as Clare was abused.

I kept my eyes on the thoroughfare and began to talk.

"Don't mind me asking this but…What's up with your arms?" My hands gripped the steering wheel and waited for an answer to ring in my ears.

"I told you already, I fell-"

"Clare. The truth." A sigh escaped her lips and I grew more curious.

"I…I don't need to tell you anything."

"I won't tell anyone. You can trust me." She laughed and rolled her eyes in astonishment. What was so funny?

Her head turned to me and grinned.

"This coming from a guy who doesn't know the concept of respect." Morty came to a stop in front of "our" house. She had no right to tell me who I was! She was the one barging into my life.

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TELLING ME! AT LEAST I HAVE A FAMILY!" Why did I say that? Tears fell from her eyes and made their way down her rosy cheeks.

"Don't ever talk to me again! Because clearly-" She paused to pick up her bag. "You have no life neither!" And with that last remark she scurried across the street to the front steps.

She was right. I had no life. No life at all.

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When I got inside, Clare had already taken her stuff off at the front door and ran up to her room.

Cries were heard from the living rooms air vent and my whole body was filled with guilt.

I needed to fix this. I needed to.

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I sat on my bed, sobs dodging out of my eyes. Eli had been mean, jerk-ish, unbelievably mean…

But he went to far. Way to far.

A knock approached the door. I didn't want to see his face right now. Not ever!

"Go away!" I screamed. He knocked again.

"Clare. Let me come in!" I threw my pillow at the door and yelled.

"GO!" But that didn't stop him from coming in. I stood with infuriation filling my face. Once I was up we knocked into each other. His lips meeting mine. What was happening?

(End Of Chapter Five)

A/N: That wasn't as good as I thought it'd be :3 But it's getting more intense. That's for sure. REVIEW! :3