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Warning for this chapter: This is kind of a filler, but, not really...kind of, anyways hope you like it!

CLOSER TO THE EDGE-CHAPTER 2

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CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

"Stop it Kyle! Put that down!" I screeched as he held Eli and I's wedding photo above his head so I couldn't reach it.

"Why is it so important huh? What does it mean to you anyway? It's just a picture of a mistake!" He shrieked as my chest heaved up and down due to the panic attack that was approaching.

"It's your father and I's wedding photo, it means a lot to me, that's why I need it! Put it down! Please!" I raised my voice at him for the first time today as he shook his head in disagreement.

I watched his lips curl into a devilish grin and for a second, I could have sworn I saw the devils face on my sons.

"Kyle don't-," it was too late.

I jolted from the sound of the picture frame crashing against the cold floor beneath my feet.

The frame had cracked all over the floor as I slowly lowered myself to the ground and tried to pick up the broken pieces.

Tears rolled down my face as I glared at the broken picture before me.

"Oh god," I mumbled as the glass cracked my skin open which caused me to hiss in pain. I frantically tried to pick it up the scattered pieces of glass.

"No," I whispered while wiping my tears with my arm.

The door swung open and I heard the drop of a briefcase but chose to keep my eyes on the most memorable picture of Eli and I have ever had. My favorite picture I've ever seen had been turned into nothing but ripped and shattered pieces on the cold, hard, wooden floor.

"What the hell happened here?" I heard Eli ask and I just remained silent as Kyle said, "She dropped the picture on the floor, that's what happened. It's not my fault she has butterfingers."

"Go up to your room, now," Eli growled while pointing to the steps.

"But dad-," Eli cut him off and screamed, "NOW!"

Kyle marched up the steps while mumbling words that I chose to ignore.

"Hey, it's alright, we can get it fixed," Eli mumbled while leaning down next to me and wrapping his arm around me while stroking my side.

"N-no, it's not okay Eli," I whispered as my chest rose up and down frantically due to fear of my son and depression from this broken picture.

Eli stroked his fingers through my hair and kissed me on the forehead, bringing me closer to his body. I gripped the picture in my hand as my hands shook violently.

Every time I closed my eyes I saw my wedding photo being cracked into pieces.

I wrapped my arms around Eli, my body shaking frantically in my arms as Eli whispered sweet things in my ear in order to calm me down. But, sadly, it did not work because the tears had continued to fall.

"Come on, let me take you upstairs and I'll talk to Kyle," Eli murmured under his breath as he helped me stand up on my feet.

"Watch your step," he said as I moved around the many shattered pieces of glass.

Eli took the picture out of my hand and I asked, "What are you going to do to it?"

"Don't worry, let's just get you in bed," he whispered as he took my hand and led me up the steps.

I flinched when I heard Kyle's music blasting and my breathing hitched when I heard a loud slam. Eli walked me into the bedroom and said, "Here's the remote, watch some T.V., just stay in here. I'll be in bed soon."

"But Eli-," He cut me off by pressing his gentle lips against mine and quickly pulled away, "I'll be in soon."

When Eli left the room, I turned onto my side and threw the remote on the carpet floor. Tears rolled down my face as I forced my eyes to close while I listened to Eli yell at our son…

ELI'S PERSPECTIVE

This can't be fucking happening.

I swung Kyle's door open and slammed my hand down on his IPod doc causing the blasting music to stop and he whined, "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Listen, I've had it up to here with your shit! Your mom is trying really hard to be nice to you and so am I, but I just can't take it anymore! If I get one more call from Clare on my way home from work about how you're upsetting her, you'll be grounded for a month plus no T.V., or music and the computer goes," I hissed.

"But Dad that's not fair! She's lying to you!" He screamed back at me and I pointed my index finger at him, "Don't you dare, don't you dare. For once, if I were you, I'd shut that big trap you have."

"Or what?" He asked while glaring at me and flashing me a cocky smirk.

Only I'm allowed to do that.

I smirked at him while moving passed him to unplug his computer out of the wall as he screamed at me like a five year old. Once I pulled it out of the wall I said, "You'll get this back when you've learned your lesson."

"I thought you were on my side!" He screamed at me.

I shifted the computer and placed it down by the door due to its weight, "There is no such thing as taking sides in this house; we are family which means we all have to be on the same page and right now, we aren't."

"I need my computer," he whispered calmly.

"If you need your computer than you can use the one in our room while we watch you do your homework," I said while bending down to pick up the computer.

"Fucking prick," he hissed and I turned around, "You know if I did that when I was your age, I'd be kicked out of my house but since your mom wouldn't want me to do that to you, I can't."

"I'd rather be outside, living in a fucking box, next to a homeless person than live in this house with you two," he groaned while kicking the side of his bed.

What was he, four? This was worse than dealing with a child who was having a temper tantrum.

"Kyle, we both love you, okay? But this behavior issue has to end and if that means taking away everything that's precious to you, then so be it," I closed the door and I heard him scream, "You're the worst fucking dad ever!"

I closed my eyes tightly as tears ran down my face and the words "Worst dad ever," echoed through my head…

END OF CHAPTER 2

For those of you who aren't familiar with my writing, sometimes when I feel like I gave you a "cheap" chapter I give you a little sneak peek to the next one which will keep you geared and excited for the next one, hopefully! Anyways, please read on…

PREVIEW TO CHAPTER 3:

"But like, I feel bad for taking his computer away and I had Clare crying in my arms until two a.m.," I whispered while Drew's eyelids began to close and his head shot up when I slapped him across his face.

"I heard you, geez, just because I close my eyes doesn't mean I'm not listening. The reason Clare was crying is probably because she always dreamed of having a kid that always behaved and didn't break the things that meant the most to her," he said while pointing to the broken frame in my hands.

After five minutes of silence, Drew's head slammed down on the kitchen table and he was out cold.

I sighed while getting up and patted him on the back to whisper, "Night Drew."

My smirk formed into a laugh as I watched him get up and crash on the couch. I don't know how I would explain to Clare that I invited him to sleepover at four a.m., but uh, I think that won't be a problem when I wake up.

I forced my eyes to stay awake just to get to my bed without falling.

"Hm, oh god," I heard a whimper coming from Kyle's room and I shook my head, knowing it was probably all in my mind.

"O-oh god Kyle!" I heard a scream this time, which caused Clare to jolt up from her sleep.

I waved her over as I continued to tiptoe towards her and she asked, "What was that?"

We listened intently once again, but heard nothing.

"Oh fuck this shit," Clare said while banging on Kyle's door and then opening it seconds later to see…

END OF PREVIEW TO CHAPTER 3

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