Hey guys! So, it seems as if this whole plot I have going on here interests plenty of you to keep going with this story. But, my wish is to keep you hooked on this story until the end. Anyways, please enjoy the third chapter of Closer To The Edge...

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Closer To The Edge-Chapter 3

Heredity is what sets the parents of a teenager wondering about each other

ELI'S PERSPECTIVE

"Maybe I went too hard on him Drew," I whispered while glaring at my coffee cup in my hand. I continued to trace the outline of my mug while occasionally glancing up to see Drew's facial expressions.

"Dude, you never call me to come over at four am for advice so you obviously think you did something wrong. But, the kid smashed your wedding picture on the floor and then cursed you out man. You have to draw a line somewhere, he isn't a baby anymore," he told me while sipping his coffee in order to stay awake.

I sighed and said, "Sorry I called you over here just so I can hear what I already told myself."

He smiled and asked, "What else do I have to do at four am on a Saturday morning?"

"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 tiny 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 head.

"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 a teenage girl nervously throwing her shirt on.

I shielded my eyes and Clare asked, "Kyle, what are you doing? Who are you?"

"Are they naked?" I asked while keeping my eyes clenched shut and Clare hissed, "No."

When I let my hand down I saw that my son was sitting on the edge of his bed and I asked, "What were you thinking, trying to sneak a girl around here at four in the morning? Do her parents know where she is?"

Clare crossed her arms and Kyle shook his head, "No, she snuck out."

"Oh god," I mumbled and Clare continued, "I'll take her home."

Kyle frowned and I said, "No. I'll take her home and Kyle, give Clare her parents cell phone numbers. She'll call them to tell them that her daughter snuck out to see an irresponsible teenage boy."

The girl stole a glance at me and I asked, "Do you want to walk?"

She shook her head, "No."

"Then, let's go," I ordered as she ran in front of me and down the steps.

I shook my head and pointed to Kyle before leaving, "When I get back, you're dead."

CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

"Yes, yes I'm so sorry about this. It won't happen again," I hung up from this girls parents after apologizing several times for my sons delinquent actions.

I glared at Kyle as he glared back, not breaking eye contact.

"Why would you do this?" I asked him and his lips curled into a devilish grin.

He smirked and said, "Because it feels good."

"What feels good?" I asked, knowing what he meant, but, not wanting the truthful answer.

Kyle stood up, removing his shirt and said, "My cock...inside her ass. You know, the thing that dad puts inside you every time he can't stand your constant chatter. It's probably the only thing that shuts you up or so I've heard, makes you scream louder."

I stood up and said, "You know, I didn't sign up for this. I don't want my son prancing around behind my back, having sex with other girls! You're christian, you're supposed to wait until you're married and if not, in love. But, I sure as hell know you aren't in love."

He laughed pathetically and said, "As if you and dad were actually in love when he fucked the shit out of you and got you pregnant."

"Don't talk to me like that, I'm your mom for Christ sake!" I screamed as tears rolled down my eyes.

My eyes bulged when Kyle stormed towards me with a pocket knife and backed me up against his bedroom wall. My eyes averted to the knife in his hands and I couldn't believe what was happening.

My son was...holding me at knife point.

I mentally cursed myself for sending Kyle to football camp because this is where all of his strength came in. I was too weak at this point and he was so strong that I could barely feel my arm that he had tightly gripped against the wall. I clenched my eyes shut when I saw him heave his arm behind his head and I sighed in relief when I noticed the knife had been stabbed into the wall.

He used the back of his hand, rubbed my cheek gently and said, "Next time you get in my way of having sex with that girl or any girl, I'll make sure this knife goes right through your throat. Same goes if you tell dad about any of this."

He ripped it out of the wall and I gulped in pure fear.

I watched him sit back on his bed, as if he didn't almost stab me.

As if...he didn't do anything wrong.

"Are you going to stand there crying like a baby or go off and run into his arms like you always do?" He asked while tightening his eyebrows.

My mouth opened to respond, but, no words were coming out.

"Good night Kyle," I whispered while closing his bedroom door quickly.

When I went to rush inside my bedroom door, I jolted back into the wall when my chest clashed with a hard and toned body. My heart and brain weren't working correctly because my mind wasn't thinking straight and my heart was beating too fast which was probably why my hands were shaking.

"Clare, what the hell is going on? I heard a slam," Drew said while rubbing his eyes and I whispered, "Nothing."

I didn't question why he was in my house at five a.m. as I ran into our room, closed the door and locked it while sitting in a fetal position in the corner of the bedroom...

ELI'S PERSPECTIVE

I rubbed my temples due to exhaustion, while slamming my head down on my steering wheel.

This house, the house that is supposidly called "home", doesn't feel like home anymore. It seems more like a personal hell to me.

I slowly pulled my keys out of the ignition and used all my strength to stand up and walk into our house with the spare key under the plant outside the door, considering I left in a rush, without my keys.

Now, after catching my son doing who know's what, I have to walk into this house that consists of a crying wife and rebelious teenage boy.

I dragged my feet up the steps and I caught a glimpse of someone sitting on the couch, "Kyle? What are you doing down here?"

"Watching T.V., what does it look like I'm doing?" He spat, as if he was the man of this house and everything inside of it he controled with two powerful strings. It was as if I wasn't even here or what happened less than ten minutes ago didn't happen.

I shook my head, ignoring him as I walked into his room and began unplugging his t.v.

As I was exiting his room, I heard Kyle mumble, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

My nostrils flared slightly in aggravation while slowly placing the t.v. on the floor to glare up at Kyle's cocky smile.

"Alright, listen you little pain in the ass, I am done with you. First it's disobeying Clare, then the cursing, then the girl in bed. What's next? A shooting? A stabbing?" I asked him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You might be done with me...but, I'm not done with her," he pointed to Clare who was sitting in the corner of our bedroom, adjacent to the mattress, with her eyes looking hypnotized with fear.

When I turned to ask him what happened to Clare, Kyle was already inside his room, door locked...of couse.

This was typical Kyle behavior, but, this wasn't typical Clare behavior. I couldn't quite grasp why calling this girls parents had put her in such a traumatizing state. Something must of happened when I was gone...something bad...something very bad.

But, I had no time for him as I slowly approached Clare, being careful not to make a quick movement to startle her.

"Clare," I whispered her name while gently getting down on my knees in front of her. When I placed a hand on her knee to see if she would respond, her whole body jolted back towards the wall of our bedroom.

"Relax Clare, it's just me," I whispered calmly.

She glanced at me, as if she didn't know who I was and I continued, "It's me, Eli."

Clare blinked a couple of times before wrapping her tiny arms around me, gripping onto my body so tightly, as if it was the end of the world. As if, this earth was going to explode at any second and we were all going to perish.

She was silent for the most part, but, between her frantic sobs I heard her whimper, "Knife."

"It's alright Clare, I'm right here," I whispered while placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She must be tramatized...from something.

But what?

END OF CHAPTER 3

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