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Closer To The Edge-Chapter 10
I'm a human being. I cry, I'm actually extremely sensitive, my feelings get hurt, I get scared, I get nervous, just like everyone else.
ELI
"Holy fuck man! You are the bestest friend I've ever had!" I screamed at Adam, over the blaring music filling my head as he screamed back at me, "You're so fucking wasted man! We did it! You're drunk as hell! How do you feel?"
"Like I'm going to...like I'm going to-," I quickly covered my mouth, darting to the closest garbage can, hovering over it and disposing of everything I placed into my mouth today.
My knees bucked as I felt a gentle hand on my back, patting it. The hand was using gentle motions, and my eyebrows tightened, but not questioning it because I felt another round coming up.
When I was finally done, I leaned up, before spitting in the garbage, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. I quickly shut my eyes when I felt the blaring light clash with my sensitive vision.
"Here, drink this," I heard a faint voice say, and my eyes bulged, noticing it was a woman's voice.
"No, no I have a wife. She's about this high," I lifted my hand to my shoulder, then laughed, "She has these tiny curls...that are just so big, and so curly! If you could see her, she has the most...AH-MAZING rack in the universe! You look exactly like her actually!"
A boost of confidence shot through the girl, and then I squinted my eyes, touching her cheek, tracing it with my finger, "Wait a minute! You aren't Clare...she doesn't really have make-up caked on her face. It makes you look like that little girl from Jersey Shore who likes pickles and dick..."
The next thing I knew, I was covered in beer, my hair soaking it up.
What? It was true.
"You're such a prick," I heard a girl say as I laughed, calling out Adam's name while stumbling around this club. At this point, I could barely see my hand in front of my face, nor could I think straightly.
"Adam! I want to go home! Take me home!" I slurred, as I gripped onto some random dude, who was much buffer than Adam, "...oh fuck, you're not Adam."
The next thing I knew, everything went black...
CLARE
I was sitting at home, the silence bringing me into a paranoid state.
But, I managed to bring myself back to last night in my imagination, which helped my heart beat slow down and my body to relax. Although, I couldn't help the tiny tapping of my foot as I stood in the kitchen, glancing at the clock every two seconds.
12:30am.
No call from Eli, not even a drunk text from Adam.
I wasn't stupid, I knew Adam was taking Eli out to go to that club Eli always enjoyed going to before we had Kyle. He used to bring me there too, but it was never my crowd. Eli fit in fairly well with drunk people, but me, I always ended up just getting a huge headache and a killer hangover in the morning.
"Mom," I jumped, seeing Kyle standing in the doorway of the kitchen, "Oh sweetheart, it's after midnight, what are you doing up?"
"I could say the same to you."
An uncomfortable stare between us had caused my heart to race as I offered, "D-Do you want me to make you some warm milk? That used to help you sleep when you were little."
"I'm not little anymore mom, I just have a lot on my mind," He hissed, as I said, "Kyle, you know your dad and I love you so much."
"If you loved me so much you wouldn't keep me up all last night from your fucking moaning and screaming! If you two loved me you would let me go back to school! If you loved me so fucking much you'd let me be normal!" Kyle screamed at me, as I sighed, trying to keep him calm, "Honey, we love you and we don't want to keep you under house arrest, but you were out of control. We can't let you go back to school until we know you're better."
"I had a girlfriend mom, I had friends in Degrassi. I miss them, I don't want to stay here anymore. You two are just...just driving me insane!" Kyle screamed, throwing one of the tea cups that was sitting on the kitchen table onto the floor.
I gasped, "Kyle, you need to relax...please, your father is going to be home any second."
"No! No! The both of you are against me! You're both out to get me! You both hate me and want to send me to the nut house! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!" I jumped back a little when I saw the crazy eyes, the same as Eli's when he used to get out of control.
Kyle thought he had me cornered, but if he was just like Eli in this area, I knew exactly how to calm him down, even though he was bigger and stronger than me.
"Kyle, sweetheart, let's just get you back to bed. It's getting late, we're both exhausted. Please, let's just go to bed," I smiled at him, but he only shook his head, angered tears staining his cheeks, "YOU'RE JUST A STUPID, LAZY WHORE WHO'S ONLY GOOD FOR HAVING KIDS AND GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS! NO ONE WANTS YOU AROUND HERE! DAD WOULD BE FINE WITHOUT YOU! HE HATES YOU, JUST AS MUCH AS I HATE YOU! IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A PUSSY AND SCARED OF A LITTLE THUNDER STORM YOU WOULD'VE BEEN IN A FUCKING CASKET ALREADY!"
"S-so you were there? Last night? I wasn't dreaming?" My parted lips were struggling to release any type of air, "Yeah mom, I was. I waited until you cried yourself to sleep, then, I went for it. I was going to strike you right here."
He poked the flesh over my heart roughly, causing me to jolt back as far as I could, before my back came in contract with the stove, "K-Kyle, please, just calm down. Do you want to end up in here forever? With the both of us? If you just behave we wouldn't have to keep you here, just please, stop this. Stop it."
"No, I've gotten this far, I'm not going to stop," He hissed, as my heart was beating against my sons chest. His tears were falling as his hands reached over to the stove, trying to turn it on as I struggled, "No Kyle, stop! If you turn it on my back will burn! Stop! Back up!"
"Sorry Clarabelle, but this is how it has to be. I never loved you," His hand reached for the knob, my heart racing, all the air getting trapped in my clenched mouth. Tears burned through my skin like acid, my palms sweating as I begged, "P-Please Kyle, we love you, we'll get you help. You need help, please! O-Or, I won't tell your father about this, it'll be a secret between you and I! I won't tell anyone! Just not this, please!"
I was frantically trying to stall him, praying that Eli will come in through the door.
As if someone answered my prayers, Kyle quickly let go of me and I rushed to the door, seeing Adam holding up a stumbling Eli. The second Eli looked up at me, he smiled, stroking the side of my face, "Your face...so soft."
His head quickly hung heavily, and I sighed, asking Adam, "Are you drunk too?"
"N-no, Fiona met us there. Which means, I got drink-blocked," He joked, as I asked, "C-can you just help me bring him upstairs? His drunk side isn't very light."
My eyes widened when I saw Kyle walk over to us, acting as if he wasn't trying to burn me a few seconds ago, "I'll help daddy up the steps, no problem. Oh geez, you're right mom, he is a bit on the heavy side when he's drunk."
Adam and Kyle were side by side as Eli mumbled words no human could understand...
"Eli, sit still and stop laughing," I begged, not being able to hold back the smile on my face while I tried to unbuckle his pants, but he just kept laughing. It was so hard to deal with drunk Eli.
"Don't touch my penis! Only my wife can!" He shook his head, groaning, acting as if I was aggravating him, meanwhile it was the other way around, "Eli, I am your wife and I'm not going to touch your penis. Please, just sit still so I can put different clothes on you, you reek."
"Rape! Rape!" I shook my head, groaning, "Eli, I've had enough tonight with Kyle, just snap out of it!"
My words didn't even phase him as he sat up, staring into my eyes, touching my lips shakily with his fingertips, "Y-You know, you look..exactly like my wife. Except, she has these breasts...just so amazing. There's no other pair like them, just fucking amazing."
I felt his hands cup my breasts and I growled, "Eli! Enough! Now I'm convinced you're not even drunk and you're just fucking with me now."
"Is it working?" He joked, but then hiccuped in my face, falling back into the bed, burying his head in our pillows.
"Eli," I whined, but he only shook his head, moaning into the fabric.
I shook my head, going underneath the bed, and grabbing the knife Eli always keeps hidden. I grabbed it, while walking over to our bedroom door and locking it with one swift turn.
"Come sleep with me lovely!" Eli called out to me, a very bad British impersonation replacing his voice as he held out his arms, "Snuggle with me my cuddle muffin."
"I really hope you don't remember what you say tomorrow morning so I can use it against you," I whispered, pecking his temple as he buried his head between my breasts, mumbling, "I love them...so much."
I shook my head, gripping the knife that Eli didn't even know I was holding as I felt Eli's lips in the valley of my breasts. He was so lucky he was my husband, or else I'd be screaming at him, sober or not...
ELI
"...Oh god," I groaned, moving my lips, but feeling smooth skin against them.
This wasn't just any skin, it was definitely not mine, but it was Clare's. I could taste her skin on my dry lips any day. I licked my lips, trying to regain consciousness to wake myself up.
My head was pounding as I lifted my body up slightly, only to have everything hit me at once.
The headache, the vomit, and the shaking legs as I darted into our bedroom bathroom, hovering over the toilet. I quickly grasped the toilet seat, propping it up as I held it up, my insides coming up within an instant.
"Sh, it's alright Eli. I'm right here," I heard Clare whisper, knowing if she talked normally I'd probably have to cover my ears to block out the pounding headache I'd receive from her voice.
I groaned, my body jerking up and things I've never seen in my life before coming out of my mouth as my body shook involuntarily. I felt Clare's hand rubbing my back, creating a calming rhythm as she whispered, "Don't worry Eli, I'm right here."
Clare gripped onto my shaking hand, knowing that throwing up is not one of my favorite things to do, nor does it really help me stay calm, "It's alright Eli, I'm not going anywhere."
I leaned my head on the toilet seat, flushing the toilet with my other hand as I glanced up at Clare, who just shook her head, saying, "Come on, let's take a shower together. Drew is already downstairs with Kyle teaching him, so we have about an hour until I have to teach him math."
"Alright," I tried to stand up, but I growled in defeat when I couldn't, "How about I just watch you take a shower?"
"Eli, you have to shower away this hangover. You got yourself into this, now you're getting yourself out of it," Clare ordered, gripping my two hands as I stood from the floor, only to lean back on the toilet in a daze.
When Clare started the shower, letting the hot water pound on the shower floor, she waited until steam surrounded us to start undressing. I smirked, quickly coming out of my dazed hangover when Clare started to undress.
"Are you sure you just want to watch?" Clare asked, as I bit my lip, "Actually, change of plans...make some room in there."
END OF CHAPTER 10
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