"Damn it." Clare mumbled into her hands. She shouldn't have pushed him. She should have asked him.
He was slowly letting her in to his world. To his tragic past. And Clare pushed to far. She wished she could have taken it back. But it was too late for that. He felt uncomfortable taking to her about his death. And that was the last thing Clare wanted him to feel.
She wanted Eli to trust her. She wanted him to reveal all his secrets to her, so that she could help him. If he told her what happened to him the night he died, Clare could help him find out why he was stuck on Earth. She hoped Eli was okay. She hoped he wasn't upset with her.
He probably hates me now. Clare thought. He was her friend. She didn't want him to hate her. He was one of the only friends she had.
"Clare?" A deep voice questioned. Clare looked up to find KC looking down at her, his brown eyes warm and welcoming. He smiled.
"Thanks for letting me borrow your book." He placed the textbook down on the desk in front of Clare. Clare forced a smiled and pulled the book into her lap. "It was no problem." Her voice was strained, as though she was about to start crying. KC noticed. His brown eyes softened.
"Clare…are you okay?" KC asked. He looked behind him quickly to see if the teacher was watching him. He wasn't, his face was buried in the morning newspaper. He sat down in the desk next to Clare.
Clare stiffened. She didn't know what to tell him. She most certainly wasn't going to tell him about Eli.
Well she didn't have go into detail.
"I'm just concerned about my friend. He's… he's having some issues." Clare bit her bottom lip. KC nodded his head.
"Family problems?" KC asked.
Clare shook her head. "No, it's more on the personal level."
"Its normal to feel concerned about your friends. But anyone who is friends with you Clare must to be a strong person." He smiled. "He will be okay."
"I hope you're right." Clare whispered.
KC took out a piece of paper from his back pack. "If you ever want to talk to me, about anything…" KC scribbled down his number. "Just call me."
He handed the paper to Clare and stood up. The bell rang. KC waved goodbye before walking out the door.
Clare looked down at the paper in her hands. Next to his number KC wrote his name.
KC Hamilton.
Clare gasped. "Hamilton." She said the name out loud to no one in particular.
That was Julia and Tyler's last name.
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Eli sat on the living room floor of Felicity's house. Felicity sat on a blue couch next to her husband, Joshua. She was knitting a sweater and Joshua was reading a book. The living room was tiny and warm.
The house was quiet except for the Elvis record that was softly playing in the background. These were the moments that Eli loved. Even though Facility and Joshua were not aware of his presents, Eli still felt safe.
He e Hlooked around the room. There were pictures everywhere. Mostly of family, some of landscapes. Felicity was a professional photographer before she retired a few years ago. When Eli was younger he loved looking through her pictures. It was as though every picture held a story. And every story was unique.
Above the fireplace, a picture of Eli sat on the mantel. It was black and white and only showed the side of his face. He never enjoyed having pictures taken of him. He didn't know why but when the camera was pointed at him, he felt uncomfortable. So, a picture with Eli in it was very rare.
Next to the picture of Eli was another one. This one was a picture of Felicity's children. She had four. Three boys and a girl. Elijah was the oldest. James and Damon were the middle children and also twins. Scarlett was the youngest and only girl.
Over the years Eli noticed that every birthday gift that Felicity has ever given was always a hand knitted piece of clothing. The sweater that she was knitting was burgundy. Each of her four kids, and there families had a special color. James's color was green. Damon's was burgundy. Scarlett's was dark purple and Elijah's was blue.
Blue.
Blue like Clare's eyes. Eli mentally cursed at himself for thinking about her.
He thought about what happened earlier that morning. He hated how vulnerably he has become. It was sickening. He thought about how eerie he felt when the KC kid was talking to Clare. He felt as though someone dropped a house on his shoulders when KC was near him. He didn't know why he felt that way.
But then it hit him.
He finally figured out why he didn't like KC.
He looked like Tyler. He had the same dark blonde hair. The same brown eyes. The same smug little face.
Eli shut his eyes, trying to stop himself from think about the boy, from thinking about the night he died. But he couldn't.
Eli pushed the heavy maple door of his father's office open. He stepped into the poorly lit room. His father was sitting behind a desk, his eyes rapidly reading a piece of paper is his hands. Other papers were scattered carelessly around the top of the large desk. Eli walked slowly towards his father.
He and his father looked very much alike. They both had dark brown hair that made their bright green eyes stand out. They were both they same height and were built the same. They were both sort of scrawny, but Eli's father was a little chubbier than he was. Eli never knew that two people, who looked so much alike, could be so different.
"Dad?" Eli asked as he approached the desk. His father made a noise in response, not looking up at him. Eli took that as a sign to continue. So he did.
"I was wondering if I could walk down to the book store quickly." Eli bit his lip. He hated asking for his father's permission. He felt like a four year old. But if he didn't ask him, all hell would break loose.
His father shook his head no. "Elizabeth and Felicity are coming home tonight. And we are also having dinner with some of my business partners tonight." His eyes never left the paper in front of him as he spoke.
"I know, it's just that Lizzie and Felicity aren't going to be until 5:00 and we are having dinner at 6:00. It's only 3:30…can't I just go quickly?" Eli asked.
His father squinted at the paper and then scribbled something on another piece of paper.
"I already said no."
"Could you at least look at me when you're talking to me?" His voice rose. Eli's hands formed into fists.
Eli's father finally looked up from his work. "Don't raise your voice at me Elijah. You're lucky I even let you go to that book store as it is. You're grades are horrendous. Your teachers say you don't pay attention during class. You're too busy writing in that God damned notebook!"
"If you let me go to the school I wanted to go to."
"Don't start with that Elijah. You're so difficult." He huffed. "You're brothers were never like this. Why can't you be more like Harold or Jeffery?"
"Harold and Jeffery weren't difficult because they didn't have minds of there own. You trained them to act exactly like you… I'm not a robot." Eli turned around and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Eli was brought back to the present time by the sound of the front door opening. Felicity's granddaughter walked in, her eyes were red and puffy.
Felicity stood up to greet her.
As Eli watched he came to a conclusion. He never wanted relive the night he died. He never wanted to think about it again. Clare wanted to know, but he couldn't tell her. He wouldn't tell her.
Clare had to leave his house.
I'm sorry about the POV change. I really didn't want to change it. But it was kinda important to the development of Eli. So I hope you don't mind.
Oh and Fun fact : This story was inspired by "Beautiful Disaster" By Kelly Clarkson and *cough* Casper meets Wendy *cough*
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I'm not joking.