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Magic Eli
CLARE
"Don't sit up, I don't want you to cause yourself anymore pain than I already have," Eli whispered, when I was halfway sitting up, my eyes boaring into his confused, dazed green orbs.
"I bought you these," he murmered, placing the boquet of roses on my lap, and quickly retreating his hand back to his side, rubbing his bicep nervously.
I smiled at the sight of the roses, "Thank you for the flowers, you didn't have to."
"You deserve so much more, but I know that...I know that...I'm sorry, I'm trying-trying to...to trying to e-explain-," his body was shaking vigorously as his hands turned into tight fists at his sides, kneeding at the fabric of his jeans.
"Eli, it's okay-," he cut me off, pointing a finger at me, "This is not okay! Men don't punch women in the face! Men don't abuse women, men don't throw up on their shoes and men don't show weakness!"
His cheeks were flushed, beads of sweat streaming down his face as I swallowed the dry, growing lump in my throat, "W-Why don't you-?"
I was going to offer him to take a seat, but he bursted out of the hospital room door, mumbling to himself like a mad man. He didn't even give me the chance to ask him how it felt-if he felt better after hitting me...But considering the way he looked, he seemed as if he needed at least a couple of more hits to my face.
Maybe I can offer him-.
"Clare?" my head slowly turned to the door at the call of my name, as I toyed with a rose from the boquet, "Imogen's not here Jake, sorry, you just missed her."
"I'm not here for Imogen," his body slid through the crack of the door, as he took a seat beside my hospital bed. I laid on my side, glancing at Jake, while trying to relax my facial expressions because my nose was causing me serious, indescribable pain.
"Was Eli here?" his voice was pained almost, as I nodded in response.
"How was he?"
I looked at him, a pleading look in his eyes, "He was torn, really on edge, and reminded me of my ex a bit. He seemed angry at himself though, which was the difference between my ex and him. He also looked a bit...I don't know how to explain it but, off?"
"Clare, I'm here to warn you about Eli. Now, you've been hurt already, physically, and I don't think you particularly liked it," he scoffed, and my eyebrows arched, "It was fine, Eli didn't even punch me that hard. I've had worse hits."
Jake looked at me weirdly, until I continued, a lie dripping from my lips, "I'm a full on klutz, twenty four seven. Falling, tripping, getting hit, it's my style."
He nodded, "Well, I just want you to know that before you think about getting involved with Eli, think about your own safety. He's a troubled guy, really...really troubled. I've been his best friend for a long time, and he's a lot to handle, but worth it."
I smiled at the elaboration of their "bromance" from Jake, "He's the best guy a girl could ask for, really he can be, but he's just...Clare he's not well."
"What do you mean he's not well?" I asked, keeping my head still, refraining myself from moving because if I did, I'd scream out in pain from my nose.
"It's not my place to say Clare. But, the stripping job he has takes an intense, wild toll on him. He's a very sensitive guy with a horrible past, that you need to be careful around. Just please, try to distance yourself from him for his own sake. He needs ro focus on staying healthy, mentally and physically," I nodded, "He must be really sick...is it Cancer, or something?"
"In my opinion, he'd wish it was Cancer."
Jake stood up, and before leaving the room, ordered, "Watch yourself Clare, you don't understand what you're getting yourself into."
BIANCA
"Drew stop it...stop it...Drew," I forced my hands on either side of his face, his cheeks flushed, as I placed a kiss on his lips, pulling away slowly, "I can't do this tonight...I'm waiting for Clare's call from the hospital."
"Well," he pressed his lips against my cheek, "until then, misewell continue...you know, for the sake of an approaching elephant in the room."
"We're never awkward around each other, what are you talking about?" I asked, as he shrugged his shoulders, "I just want to kiss you Bianca, is that so wrong?"
"No," my eyes fluttered closed, his large hands kneeding anxiously at my waist. His tongue slipped through my lips, as my hands roamed up his shirt, my fingernails tracing over his abs.
Buzz
Buzz
"Drew," I broke away from our heated kiss, "It's Clare, I need to answer it."
"Alright," he sighed in defeat, while I reached for my phone on the table beside his couch. I flipped it open, hearing Clare's cracked voice on the other line, "Hey B, it's me...um, it's Clare, are you busy? I hate to be a burden, but I just, my car isn't here-."
"Say no more," I interjected her plea, "I'm on my way to the hospital to visit you anyways, so I'll be there soon. After I get you, we can have girls night at...my apartment, how does that sound?"
"Like heaven."
My apartment is filled with artificial cold air that keeps a person sane, unlike Clare's place which has no air conditioner, and feels like you're walking into a boiler room. I decided that she needed a place to crash where she'll be comfortable, and her apartment was not that place.
"Good, I'll be there in twenty."
ELI
"Why did my mommy and daddy leave me if you tell me they loved me so much?" Cece looked at me, tears in her eyes, as she stroked my locks behind my ear, "Oh sweetheart, they loved you so much...but...they were so kind to leave you here, with us."
"I just wish that they would've stayed around more. Bullfrog says I'm a cool kid. Maybe if they let me stay with them, I could've showed them how cool I was and they would've kept me," a lone tear strolled down my right cheek.
Cece pulled me into a death grip of a hug, as she kissed my temple, "You're a cool kid Eli, a very cool kid. Your real parents loved you so much, and they still do. But you have to understand, that the world works in mysterious ways...we don't know where it'll take us, but we go with what we can, and make the best of it."
"I just wish they could tell me why they left me instead of just leaving without a trace," I whimpered into Cece's chest, as she pulled me into her lap, "We love you so much Eli, so much. Baby boy you're special, and that's why we love you even more."
"I want to tell you I love you, but I can't, because if my real mommy and daddy told me they loved me...then left me on a street corner in a box, then you'll do that too and I don't want to lose you!"
"I was seven you know," I tossed my head back, the liquid burning my throat as I talked to the hobo next to me that I was buying shots for, "when I had my first manic episode."
"Really? Dude you're fucked up," he flashed me his teethless mouth, downing another shot as I nodded, "I know man, and I just got back from the hospital. You want to know why I was there?"
"Because you had a manic episode and jizzed from your pee-pee hole?" this hobo was long gone mentally-not that he was "all there" before, but he was a little.
"No, I punched a woman in the face at my job. And you know the worst part, she was really pretty...the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I tossed my head back, downing another shot as I waved the bartender over, holloring out another couple of rounds.
"Dude," he placed a shaky, strong hand on my shoulder, "You're like the bestest guy friend I've ever had in the world, she'll forgive ya' man, they always do."
His voice was raspy, and he was clearly intoxicated to no end, but I somewhat believed him. Clare radiated the feeling of innocence, and innocent people forgive.
"I brought her roses to apologize, but I had another episode because of this stupid fucking woman that slept with me one night. I just-I get myself worked up over the stupidest things," I shook my head, taking another shot down my pipe, "Man, you should just be a hobo like me...fuck the stripping bizz, it's overrated. Just be a hobo, you don't have to pay taxes and you get to pawn off of rich, lonely folk like you."
"You said I was your bestest friend ever?" he wrapped his arm around me, the lack of deoterant obvious to my scenes, as he leaned his head on my shoulder, "And those are the reasons why you are my bestest friend."
"Well dude, it was nice chatting with you," I unhooked his dirty arm from around me, and smiled kindly, putting a hundred dollar bill on the table, "Get what you like, you deserve it. Thanks for listening to me bro."
He held out a hand, and said, "My name is Lumbar, Lumbar the hobo. If you ever need me, I'll be under the bridge on twentieth, just off the highway."
"Thanks man, I'm um...Goldsworthy, Eli Goldsworthy," I shook his hand, and he smiled, his gums staring me in the face, "Have a good one Goldsworthy, and make it up to that young girl, who knows, maybe she'll give you another chance. Take her out, and if you ever do, bring her to me under the bridge, I want to meet this lucky lady."
"I will, but I highly doubt that'll ever happen. She's...she's different than the others, respectable, kind, innocent, gentle, caring-," Lumbar held his hands up in front of his face, "Hold the love train up dude, you're backing it up over my nut sack without warning."
I smirked, "You're one of a kind Lumbar, I'll tell ya' that."
"You too Goldsworthy, you too."
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU LAST NIGHT GOLDSWORTHY? YOU HAD FOUR SHOWS TO PERFORM AND ALL I HAD WAS MARTIN ON GUARD!" I smirked at Ted's yelling face, shrugging my shoulders, "I was at a bar, talking to a hobo, who is now my friend."
"YOU WHAT?" he kept screaming and screaming like a goddamn new born child.
I turned to him, "I'm here now, right? What does it matter what I did last night?"
"You talked to a hobo, you must be filled with fleas! And I'm assuming you drank with him? Don't you know that alcohol puts on weight Mr. Goldsworthy? Do you really want to be running back on that tredmile again? We won't want another accident with a certain...Clare, now would we?"
That did it.
I blew it.
...And I loved every second of it.
"It was all your fault that happened to her!" my fist flung back, the thin leather straps on my shoulders ripping from my bone poking through my skin with anger. I slammed my tight hand against his nose, watching the blood pour down his face.
He was hunched over, holding his nose and letting out small whimpers as I chuckled, whispering next to his ear, "Now, I have my women to tend to...if you will, please excuse me, Tedifer."
Even though I despised my job at the moment, getting on stage beside my best friend Jake with my favorite song blasting, was what I needed to forget about what I did to her.
As I swayed my hips from side to side, screams yelping from the crowd, I began to think of a plan...a plan to make it up to Clare.
I had to make my wrongs right, somehow someway, I would make Clare happy.
END OF CHAPTER 7
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