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Magic Eli
ELI
"I-I punched her in the face...I knocked her out...then I threw up on her shoes! Man, their was blood everywhere!" I shouted nervously at Jake, as I paced my apartment floors, tugging at my hair roughly.
"I punched a woman in the face! That's abuse! T-That's physical abuse! I should be put behind bars for life!" I screamed at Jake, as he tried to sugar coat it, "Man, you had a rough night last night with that woman, then you were running on a tredmile for nearly eight hours going at twenty miles per hour with your body shaking from not taking any pills. You're stressed, and you need sleep. Clare is fine, she's at the hospital getting checked out now. I'm sure she's okay..."
"No she's not, and it's all because of me."
CLARE
"AH!"
I screamed...and screamed...and screamed.
The doctor kept telling me the pain would stop, but as I sat here, propped up on the examination table that was covered in cotton balls, needles, and blood from my nose, I knew the doctor was lying. The bone in my nose was sticking out, and why they haven't put me under yet is the goddamn question of the fucking day!
"Please, Please I can't take it anymore," I whimpered, tears streaming down my face as he looked me in the eyes, "Clare...you can do this, alright? You already passed out once tonight and we can't put you under again. Take deep breaths through your mouth, and relax."
I gripped onto both Imogen and Bianca's hands tightly, as the doctors fingers brushed up against my face, causing me to flinch. He sighed, placing his two fingers on either side of the bone that was protruding through my skin.
The last thing I heard was a crack, before falling into a dark abyss...
ELI
"Oh my god Clare, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" I ran to her side, my body immediately connecting with the ground beside her due to my weak, spineless frame. My fingers shook as I tried to examine her bloody face.
"Oh fuck," my heart raced uncontrollably, noticing how her bone was sticking out of the bridge of her nose, teasing me.
Bile creeped up in my throat, the blood spewing down her nose and sinking into her flowery dress-ruining it. The innocent look she gave off was now gone, the flowery dress and flats meaning nothing, because she was also covered in a deep crimson color.
"Come on Clare, wake up, p-p-please," I whimpered, tapping her cheeks lightly, but failing miserably as her body was unresponsive to my touch.
"Jake! Jake! Jake I need some help in here!" I screamed out, my voice echoing through backstage as I took one more look at Clare, and my body froze, that feeling coming over me.
This was my fault, and I had to pay for what I did to her.
Before Jake came, I forced my index finger down my throat quickly, relaxing to the touch of my uvula. When I felt the bile and sticky substance mix in my throat, coating my hand, I knew we were even.
"Oh fuck man! You threw up all over her feet!" Jake stammered, almost tripping when he reached a bloody faced Clare. I whimpered, backing up into the corner of the backstage, "I-It was the blood...too much blood...all the blood..."
"Imogen! Imogen call 911! It's Clare!"
I stared down at her blood soaked torso, to her broken nose, and back down to her drenched feet from my vomit. All the time I did this, my hands shook, my fingers eager to go back down my throat once more, because I knew, this was all my fucking fault!
I jolted out of a nightmare memory, my chest heaving as I stared around the slightly sunlit room. The shades were providing me some closure from the sun, but it could not prevent the sun coming through the gaping ceiling window.
My head craned to my left, and I traced the frame of the picture, "You'd be so proud to hear your son beat up an innocent, defenseless woman. You'd be happy to know that I'm not stable, and that when you left me in a box on a corner at two years old during a blizzard...that I didn't fucking turn out okay!"
CLARE
"I want you to be the mother of my child Clare, and I need you to be my wife. I don't see a future for me without you standing right next to me. So please, will you do me the great honor...of marrying me?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head back and forth slowly, "I-I can't...Fitz, we're only seventeen. We need time to grow, to live."
"B-But y-y-you said you loved me," his chin trembled, getting up from his kneeling position in the ravine.
"I do love you Fitz, will all my heart, you know that. But we're young, and I'm not ready for a family yet," I whispered, trying not to cause a scene as he grabbed my hand, and said, "You've made a complete fool out of me in front of my friends, and do you know what that means Clare?"
"I'm only trying to be reasonable Fitz! We're young, we're not-."
Slap!
A "magical" sound fills the air, the echo of the back handed slap torturing my mind. I swallow, my throat dry and raw from holding back unshed tears. His fingernails dig into my arm, as he pulls me into the deserted van at the ravine.
He pushes me on my back, placing his strong hands on my shoulder blades, holding me down, "You make a fool out of me...and now I'm going to make a fool out of you."
My eyes shoot open, and I thank the lord that the nightmare didn't continue. This happens every now and then, when something traumatic happens to me, my dreams reflect upon it.
I notice the tears covering the hospital bed sheets. I slowly bring my hand up to my cheeks to wipe away tears, and notice, that my arm is hooked up to an IV. I let my eyes glance around the room, and I'm immediately greeted with a sharp pain in my face.
"Fuck," I grunt, touching my nose with my fingertips, and realize, it's all bandaged up.
I've got to say, Fitz had hit me pretty hard in the past, and not even Eli's punch that knocked me out could be worse. His hand was strong, full of might, and when he punched me, he looked so relieved that he got the pain out physically.
And the sick part, I was happy that I was the victim, that I was the one who got hit...because if he didn't get it out physically, he looked as though he would never be able to get it out all.
Knock
Knock
Knock
My eyes followed the sound to the door, and I tried to smile at the person, but failed because of the intense pain coming from my nose. He was gripping tightly onto a bouquet of roses, as his husky whisper filled the room, "How do you feel?"
END OF CHAPTER 6
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