Hey guys! I want to thank all of you who reviewed/alerted/subscribed to chapter seven and I'd like to apologize for my absence on this story. I couldn't really think of an idea for this chapter for a while and I got a review saying "Please continue, pleaseee" so thank that anon for this update. Sorry if you have to read the last chapter over again to know what's going on, I know I hate when I have to do that, so I apologize. Please Enjoy the Eighth chapter of "CLOSER TO THE EDGE"...
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CLOSER TO THE EDGE-CHAPTER 8
Parenting is a stage of life's journey where the milestones come about every fifty feet
2 WEEKS LATER
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
"Between Clare, Kyle, and the drama in my house...this has been one of the best nights of my life," I admitted, taking a sip out of my beer as my co-worker, Adam, let me stay for a couple of drinks after a stressful day at work.
"If this has been one of the best nights of your life, I don't know how the hell you've been living," Adam told me, as I laughed, shaking my head while raking my fingers through my hair.
"Did you leave the kid alone with Clare or-," I scoffed, "Are you crazy? That's like leaving the devil alone with a box of matches. I have him under house arrest. When I'm not there watching his every move, Drew is...Clare's brother."
"That's good, but what about Clare? How's she been doing with the memory and all?" He asked, flipping through the channels on his television while picking up a piece of pizza out of the second box we downed.
"She's alright, memory is vivid for the most part. But, I swear, it's like she's blind when it comes to who or what Kyle really is," I whispered confusingly as I took another sip of my beer.
"Dude, she's a mom...even if the kid killed her, she'd still be all like 'oh, my baby, is he okay?'" Adam joked as I grew nervous, "U-uh, I'm sorry man, I have to call it a night, I think it's time for me to go."
"I was just kidding, you know that, right?" He asked, as I gathered my brief case and I sighed, "I know you're joking...b-but, Kyle isn't."
"Clare! Drew!" I called out their names frantically, as Clare appeared from the kitchen, with a smile on her face as she pecked my lips, pulling me into a warm, comfortable embrace.
"How was work?" She asked sweetly as I nodded, "Great...as usual, but where's Drew and Kyle?"
"Drew thought it would be fun to give him a break from homeschooling and get a little phys ed into his schedule," Clare answered, walking me to the backdoor as I smiled, watching Drew with a line of dodge balls on the floor as Kyle ducked each one chucked at his head.
"Come on, who was your gym teacher in school? What do they teach you kids?" Drew shouted, chucking another ball at Kyle as he glared at Drew, "They taught me how to play fairly, not sixty balls to nothing."
"Should've thought of that before you decided to try and drown your mother, you could be in prison for all I care," Drew hissed as I sighed, "I'll go get Drew to calm him down, I'll be back inside soon."
"I'll get dinner started," Clare whispered, then gripped my bicep, "A-After dinner, can we…talk?"
"Sure," I pecked her lips as she turned to walk back into the kitchen and I made my way into the backyard. Drew smiled and said, "Daddy's home, which means my shift is over."
"Thank god," Kyle mumbled as I smirked, "That doesn't mean home schooled gym is over."
As hard as it is to look at my son without wanting to wrap my hands around his throat for trying to kill Clare, he's still my son, which means I still love him. Even though he does have a couple of screws loose, so does everyone else.
"Drew, you want to stay for one more game?" I asked, as he was already making his way inside, "Depends...what are the teams?"
For the past hour, Kyle and I teamed up against Drew and surprisingly, my mad dodge ball skills didn't come out during this game. But, for one thing, I watched my son smile for the first time in weeks.
He's been miserable living at home, but we can't trust him to go back to school yet.
Not until the therapist says so.
"Dinner's ready," called out Clare from the window as everyone dropped the dodge balls in their hands, before running into the house and fighting each other to get through the door first.
I pecked Clare's lips as we all took a seat at the table, and Drew and Kyle kept fighting over the food.
"Guys," I shook my head, "There's plenty of food for the both of you to inhale, just take a breath."
"Oh Eli, you smell," Clare held her nose with her fingers, moving away from me as everyone laughed. I asked, "That bad huh? Maybe next time I shouldn't play hardcore homeschooling gym in my work suit. I'll admit, it wasn't my best idea."
"I'll go take a quick shower, Drew, if you leave before I'm out, I'll see you tomorrow," I pounded his fist, exploding it out while making all the sound effect noises we could possibly make.
"Seriously dude, you smell like shit, go shower," I smirked, "Alright...Alright, why do I have a feeling you guys are just pulling my strings."
"I'm sure the strings have deteriorated with the smell," Kyle mumbled as Clare couldn't help but let go of her uncontrollable, intoxicating giggle.
2 HOURS LATER
"K-Kyle's sleeping," Clare whispered, walking into our bedroom, taking a hesitant seat beside me as I flipped through my work files, trying to match each case with the right person.
"Good, that's what he should be doing," I mumbled as Clare stuttered, "C-Can we talk now?"
"One second Clare," I whispered, squinting my eyes to try and see the fine print at the bottom of the page. I growled in frustration, my eyes slowly giving out on me as Clare sighed, "I told you you should get glasses."
"I have them," I noted, "I just don't want to wear them."
"Why? I think you look sexy in them," Clare mumbled with a seductive tone in her voice as I smirked, looking up from my papers that were flooding my lap, "Really?"
She nodded, as I pecked her lips, but she kept her hand in place beneath my chin, forcing me to stay in place. Her lips moved hungrily over mine, as she tilted her head, creating a space between our lips while her hand toyed with the string on my sweatpants as I gasped, "Clare, what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing, Eli," she quickly moved off the bed and I tossed my papers to the side, grabbing her arm before she could leave, "Hey, what's wrong?"
Tears formed in her eyes when she turned around to face me and I gulped, my heart sinking into my stomach, never particularly loving the feeling of seeing my wife being brought to tears.
I cupped her face soothingly, stroking my hand over her blushing cheek as she whimpered, her chin trembling. My left hand rubbed her side gently, as I asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's...wrong Eli, it's just, I don't know, I've been thinking about...," her sentence trailed off, creating unnecessary suspense.
I was quickly and easily growing impatient with her teenage, dramatic behavior as I gestured my hands in a way to basically say "move on before I'm dead". I sighed, as she curled her hair, "I-I don't know...it's stupid, forget it."
"No, come on, just tell me," I ordered as she shrugged her shoulders, grabbing my hand as I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. My heart stopped beating when I heard her whispered, "I want another baby, Eli."
END OF CHAPTER 8
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