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There was a knock at the front door, and Eli got up from the couch to answer it. At the door stood Clare, drenched from the rain holding her bag dressed only in a dark blue cami and her black pajama pants. Her hair wasn't even curly anymore, it was sopping and flat and her make up was completely smeared. "Clare!" Eli yelled with concern as he pulled her into his house. "What happened?"

She shook her head continuously still crying, terrified to reply. "No… No… No…" She mumbled into his chest, damping his button up shirt as he hugged her. "Everything will be okay Clare. Don't worry," He comforted her.

"Elijah? What's going on?" Mrs. Goldsworthy asked entering the room. Eli turned a bit to reveal Clare crying in his arms. "Clare. Oh my. Are you okay? What's wrong? Eli go get her a towel. She's soaked." Eli tried to pull away to follow his mother's commands but Clare wouldn't allow it.

"Mom?" That's all he had to say for her to excuse herself to go get a towel, but also leave them alone for a little while. "Clare, please tell me what happened. You said you were going to talk to your parents, now an hour later you show up at my doorstep. It's almost eleven."

"My parents… They're getting a…" She sobbed and couldn't complete her sentence.

"I'm so sorry. What did they do?"

She sniffled, "I just don't want to be there right now. And you did say…"

Mrs. Goldsworthy returned wrapping a towel around Clare's shoulders. "Now why are you here Clare?"

Clare wiped her face with a corner of the towel. "Her parents," Eli answered.

Mrs. G knew that her parents fought all the time and understood, "Would you like to stay here for the night?"

Clare looked at Mrs. G for the first time sense she got there. "No, I don't want to be a bother."

"No, please, you won't be at all. You can stay in Eli's room." She replied.

Eli looked left and right between the two. "Yeah, it's okay. I'll take the couch."

"Are you sure?" Clare asked.

"Yes. Why'd you bring a bag full of stuff here if you weren't planning to stay?"

Clare looked at Mrs. G. "Thank you. I'll only be a night."

"Stay as long as you need to." Mrs. G replied.

Eli guided her downstairs to his room. Clare glanced around at all the posters around the room, and random road signs that didn't make sense of why he had them. He dug through his drawers looking for something. "Here. Wear these tonight? You can take a shower. The bathroom is just through that door." He said handing her one of his band shirts and a pair of his boxers.

"Thanks." She smiled at him. Then she excused herself to the bathroom.

When she was done with her shower and was dressed for bed. She entered the bedroom again, Eli was looking at the picture frame he gave Clare that she packed in her bag. He had just his right thumb in his back pocket and was turned away from the bathroom. "What are you doing?" She interrupted the silence after she was only the pulled out futon between them.

Eli turned around a little scared. "Whoa! You scared me."

"Sorry. Is that my picture?"

"Yeah. Here." He handed it back, but she didn't grab it.

"You went through my bag?" She questioned, but not mad.

He looked at her open bag, "I wanted to see what you brought. Clare. Why are you running away?"

"I wasn't running away."

"Clare, c'mon. You have clothes in here that can last a week. You have all your money and everything you need for school." He explained the evidence. She didn't answer. "Were you planning on just moving in with me?"

"No. I didn't originally plan to stay here. I was wandering in the rain. And once I started not being able to feel my limbs, I remembered you saying I could stay anytime this morning."

"And you thought then you could move in?"

"No! Once the rain stopped I was going to leave and find somewhere else to go, so I wasn't a inconvenience to you and your family."

"Where? Where were you going to go?" Eli started to put a slight tone in his voice.

"I don't know. I was going to leave you a note though." Her voice was breaking but no tears appeared.

"A note? You were going to leave in the middle of the night?" She had no reply to him, so she sat on the edge of his futon, facing away from him. Eli crawled onto the bed and sitting up straight on his knees behind her, he started lightly playing with her damp hair. "Do you just not want parents who won't be together? What did they tell you exactly?"

She sniffled. "They sat me down in the living room. Said they needed to talk. I cut them off by asking if they were going to therapy. And ran once my mom said no."

"So they never actually said they were getting a divorce?" Eli held her hair in his left hand like it was a short ponytail.

She shook her head and wiped some tears away. "Not in those exact words."

"Do you think if they just never say it, it will never happen?" Eli asked letting go of her hair.

"No. I guess… I just hoped… if I ran away from it… it wouldn't happen," Clare answered lowering her head. Letting all the hair Eli just pulled back fall back into her face.

"Clare, you can't change your parents mind by hiding from them. You got to accept the truth. And I know I'm not religious, but if it's what you believe then it's probably what God decided is your family's fate." He comforted again pulling her hair back again.

She turned around and looked up at him. She smiled before slowly inching closer to him for a kiss. "You're right I guess. I'm so sorry Eli. I've been so horrible to you and I don't deserve an amazing guy like you."

She got up and was putting some of her stuff in her bag, but he stopped her. "You're not leaving. It's midnight. I'm not letting my girlfriend wander the streets this late at night alone. You're staying here." He demanded, leisurely pulling her back on the bed. He tucked her under the covers and kissed her forehead. "Night love."

"Eli?" She stopped him in his tracks after he turned off the light. "Will you, stay with me for a bit?" He could hear the scared tone in her voice.

"Of course," He crawled on the bed next to her but not under the covers wrapping his arms around her as she buried her face into his chest. She smelt his luscious smell, and he could feel the muscles in her cheeks move into a smile against his torso which grew a grin on his face too.

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