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CLOSER TO THE EDGE-CHAPTER 4
Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
"Where's mom?" Kyle asked as I glared at him, my eyes blood shot from staying up for the rest of the night.
I smirked as Kyle grabbed a glass and filled it with orange juice. I watched as the glass was being filled up half way, yet, it was still half empty. This fucked up world never seizes to corrupt my mind and amaze me.
"She's still sleeping," I mumbled and said, "Take a seat."
He hesitantly took a seat across the kitchen table and Kyle noted, "She's usually running around making breakfast for us. Why has she suddenly stopped? Oh, oh that's right...did you keep her up all night? Eh? Eh?"
I stood up, slamming my fist on the table and I said, "I've had enough of you Kyle. Last night, was the last straw. You're moving out."
"Where am I going to go?" He asked cluelessly.
I laughed and said, "I don't know and I frankly, don't give a fuck right now."
"You said you'd rather live in a cardboard box next to a hobo than live here, so, the cardboard box is now open for business," I said while walking past Kyle and letting out a sigh of relief.
"Are you serious?" He asked and I nodded, "O-oh, how could I forget, do you want me to roll out the red carpet so you can leave?"
"But dad-," I interrupted his stupid remarks and said, "No 'but Dad's'! I raised a kid that was obedient, playful, and respectful and made Clare happy. I don't know who you are right now and I want you to go find yourself."
"You know what, fine. At least now I have a good enough reason to leave this shit hole," and with that he slammed the door.
In the past, I thought that having a kid would be a joy.
But, in reality, when your thoughts become your life...you just end up getting screwed.
KYLE'S PERSPECTIVE
"Can I please just stay the day?" I asked Jake, my supposed best friend whom I've always been there for.
Whenever Jake was in a tight situation, I would take him in and this is why I knew that no matter how bad I treated Jake the day before we hung out or the day before we went creeping at the mall and fought over the girl...he would take me in.
He sighed, squinted his eyes and said, "Dude, it's only eight in the morning...on a Saturday, just, come in and sleep. If you make a sound, do anything to wake me up or disturb my parents, you're out."
I nodded, smiling and said, "Thank you."
That's the thing I loved about Jake, he never asked questions and he always agreed with me...well, sooner or later.
When I plopped down on Jake's younger brother's bottom bunk, I yawned in exhaustion and glanced around his brightly colored room. My eyebrows tightened in confusion when I saw a clown painted on the wall beside me.
"Why do you have clowns on your wall?" I asked Jake, sighing pathetically.
He hopped up onto the top bunk and asked cockily, "What did I say about speaking?"
Within minutes, I knew that Jake had passed out due to staying up all night. He was either, watching porn or talking to his "girlfriend" until five a.m. over that stupid webcam device that is so called his "life saver".
They are "that" couple in high school, the one that is completely and entirely in love to a point where they don't even want to stop holding hands to pee. It's as if their bodies are cemented together.
Sometimes, I cock my head to the side at the couple and wonder if I could ever have what they have.
At several moments, I kind of wish that I would have a girlfriend who doesn't want to leave me, cares about me, connects with me emotionally, loves me and will get me off once in a while.
But, then again, who's asking?
When I felt my eyelids become heavy, I smirked knowing that my father had finally cracked underneath all of this pressure. Which means, that Clare, my oh so beloved mother will become quite vulnerable again in the next couple of hours when Eli, her knight and shining armor decides to go get her a treat...
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
She stayed in my arms, silent, all day.
Clare had remained in my grip as I rubbed her bicep soothingly, tracing the outline of her arm while I hummed. Every now and then she would pick her head up, but, just to glance back down at our intertwined fingers.
"Clare, honey, do you want to eat?" I asked her as I listened to her stomach growl before me.
She mumbled something that I couldn't quite comprehend and then she quickly tightened the grip on my hand. I felt her cool breath hit my finger tips as we listened to the silence from our home embrace us.
When I sat up from the head board, she became slightly startled and comforted herself by snuggling back into my arms.
"Clare, I think it's time to eat...and talk, okay?" I asked her, bobbing my head up and down so she could then know that I needed her to tell me what happened when I was gone last night.
Whatever happened left her speechless and hypnotized with fear and...I want to know who the hell caused it!
She stared at me and asked lowly, "Can you please...get me some ice cream?"
I smirked at her, pulled her into a tight hug while placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. She gripped onto me tightly as I breathed out a sigh of relief knowing that whatever happened hadn't caused her to take a vow of silence.
"Sure, do you want to come with me to the store?" I asked her, smirking.
Her eyes closed slightly as she scratched her head lightly and said, "I'm just going to take a shower and freshen up, then we can split a bucket of ice cream while watching the notebook?"
I smirked and said, "Sounds good to me."
Clare pulled me into a soft kiss, our lips barely touching which kept me wanting more. She wrapped her arms around my head and I decided to make her laugh by placing a kiss on her neck while twisting the skin.
In response, she giggled while pushing me playfully away from her.
"Just, go get me ice cream," she ordered and I said, "Will do."
When I was inches away from our bedroom door, I licked my lips and turned to face her once more to see that she was nervously looking around our room. Clare had realized I hadn't left and I asked, "Can we talk about last night too?"
She smiled nervously, but, nonetheless...nodded.
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
When Eli left, instead of going in the shower I found myself downstairs while glaring at all of the home videos stacked up underneath our living room T.V
I bent down to get eye level with the titles on the sides of the VHS tapes. Tears streamed down my cheeks as my eyes glanced at the old memories that Eli had recorded on tape,
"Kyle's first bike ride"
"Kyle being potty trained"
"Kyle's first birthday"
"Kyle's first day at the beach"
"Kyle's first time at an amusement park"
"Kyle's first football game"
"Kyle and Clare at the park-age 6"
"Eli and Clare's Wedding-Part 1 of 6"
My hands shakily reached out for the "Kyle and Clare at the park-age 6" video. For a moment, I just glared down at the tape in my hand as if it was an extinct species that I just discovered was not extinct anymore.
I gulped, gaining enough courage to place the tape into the VHS player.
Tears uncontrollably unleashed from my eyes as the tape and memory was being rehashed before my eyes...
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
"Shit, what does she like again?" I mumbled to myself while glaring down at the many flavors before me.
I glared intently at the ice cream containers, deciding on whether to take the chocolate or vanilla...or strawberry...or cookie dough, or even the cookies n cream flavor. There were too many choices!
When I finally decided on the cookies n cream flavor, I watched as a guy, in the next isle, possibly a little younger than me was staring at the diapers.
I smirked and said, "Get the huggies."
He jolted and I almost dropped my ice cream but, luckily, due to my lightening reflexes, I held onto it.
"How would you know?" He asked nervously, glancing at all of the different brand name of diapers surrounding us in the isle. His fists tightened as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
"I have a kid...well, when my kid was little I had to get diapers all the time," I noted as he breathed out in response.
I smirked, knowing that I was once in his position.
My mind had wondered back to a time where I was pacing back and forth in the baby section of all several stories, depicting on which diaper would be "right" for my kid or what "teething ring" would make his teeth grow perfectly.
"I think I'll get the huggies," he whispered and I laughed, "You don't have to, but, they worked for my kid."
When I was walking away, on my way to the register to pay for this ice cream, I heard the guy behind me who was holding his baby supplies tightly to his chest say, "Thanks man...you saved me about an hour of my life."
"No problem," I said while noticing, that I kind of missed Kyle...
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
I sighed, wiping my tears away while pulling out the tape.
"Where has the time gone?" I asked myself, whimpering through frantic breaths and chest heavings. My mind wasn't focused on anything at the moment besides wishing that I was back at that time in the video.
I wish I was holding onto Kyle as we slid down the slide at the park together while laughing uncontrollably.
Everything back then was so much easier, happier, less intense.
My body jolted when I heard the front house door being gently knocked on and as I got up to walk towards the door, I wiped the dry tears on my cheek off my face. I flipped my hair in a different direction while opening the front door and being surprised to see the person standing before me.
It was Kyle...and, he was crying.
"Mom," he whimpered between tears that dripped in the crevices of his quivering lips. I watched as his hands on that lay limp by his sides begin to twitch slightly from working himself up.
"Please, can I come back home?" He asked me, tears streaming down my face.
When I looked at my son crying, all I saw was my little baby boy from the video tape. I didn't see the emotionally distraught boy who held me at knife point or the boy that had sex with girls for pleasure.
I saw my little boy...
"Sure," I whispered as he wrapped his strong arms away while crushing me...but, in a loving way.
My arms wrapped tightly around his body, barely getting around because of his fit arms and tight stomach. I had to stand on my toes to kiss his cheek and stroke my fingers through his hair in order to get him to calm down.
"It's alright Kyle, I'm right here," I whispered.
I heard him breathe out in relief while saying, "Thank you mom. I love you."
DREW'S PERSPECTIVE
I couldn't believe it...I just couldn't believe it.
My mind and sight must be deceiving me because the sight that I am witnessing before me is making my jaw drop.
"Thank you mom, I love you," Kyle told Clare while I observed him from the top of the stair case where no one could see me. I glared intently at Jake's facial expressions which made me shake my head.
It's amazing how fast Clare will crack for him.
I tightened my eyes to see that Kyle was holding a tiny water bottle in his hand which would explain the "tears" and then, I shook my head violently when I noticed the devilish smirk on his face...
END OF CHAPTER 4
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