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Closer To The Edge-Chapter 12
Above all, be true to yourself, and if you can't put your heart into it, take yourself out of it.
"Eli!"
"Eli!"
"Eli!"
Eli was currently being put through hell with Clare, it's only been a total of two months and two days into her pregnancy, and all she's been doing was throwing up. He couldn't do anything besides be there for her, but he's guessing that Clare calling his name in the most annoying way possible at two in the morning, was the best way to get even with her pain.
"Eli!"
He growled, stroking his fingers through his hair, as he got up from the bed, rubbing his eyes, "I'm right here Clare, don't worry."
"It's coming Eli, it's coming," She coughed, before her body jerked forward, vomit falling into the toilet, "Oh god Clare, a tomato sandwich with grilled cheese, really? Why?"
"Shut up Eli," Eli didn't know what to say anymore, he was working extra hours for the baby, and whenever he came home, he had to come home to this. A crying, angry, vomiting Clare, and a son with a devious, creepy smile on his face.
"When does this shit fucking end?" Eli thought, but wished he had the courage to just say it out loud. Knowing Clare, if he did, he'd be sleeping on the couch for a very long time.
"I'm done," she whispered, swatting away Eli's hand that was on her back, "I was only trying to help Clare...you're waking me up every night to just be snappy, I'd appreciate it if you toned down on the hormones."
"Eli, the second you mention the hormones is the second you get kicked out, so why'd you do it?" Adam asked his friend, as he watched Eli struggle with the pile of work on his desk that only got higher and higher as the days went on. Adam could see his friend in an obvious struggle, his baggy eyes getting heavier, his patients for human civilization growing lower, as Eli whispered, "I actually enjoyed the couch last night, since I didn't hear Clare's obnoxious calls for me when she threw up, I got to sleep through it with an excuse."
"Isn't pregnancy supposed to be a fragile time for a woman? Don't get me wrong, it must be hell for you, but, why don't you try putting yourself in her shoes? You can't see your feet, your ankles are swollen, you get weird, fucked up cravings and you can't hold down any food that you used to be able to. It's hard, but just try to remember for Clare's sake, what she's going through."
"I know man," Eli slammed his head down on the table, "It's just-when she was going through Kyle's pregnancy, she barely threw up. It was once in a blue moon, but now that it's every goddamn night I just can't fucking take it! Every time I turn around she's sitting on the bathroom floor, hunched over the toilet, calling out my name. I'm sitting here, waiting for the day that baby just comes out, my son doesn't stop looking at me like he wants to kill all of us, and I get laid on a daily basis."
"Sounds like your typical man," Adam commented, as Eli said, "Man, I just want to finish this work and we can go on a lunch break together? Sound good?"
"Eli, go home. I'll take care of your work, your wife and kid need attention," Adam whispered innocently, not trying to offend Eli's husband/daddy skills in any way possible.
Instead of the usual Eli argument he put up with Adam, Eli slammed down his files, throwing on his jacket, "Thank god someone offered before I jumped out the window. Thanks man."
"Do you want any lunch honey? I'm going to make some chicken nuggets, your favorite," Clare smiled at her son, who's face was buried in a book, "What? Okay, yeah sure mom...whatever."
Clare smiled, happy that Kyle had gotten deeply obsessed with these murder mystery books, considering she had never seen him pick up a book before. But now, he doesn't put it down, which makes her overjoyed to have a bookworm of a son.
As Clare was throwing some chicken nuggets in the over, she could've sworn she had felt her baby kick for the first time, "Oh geez." She slowly raised her shirt up to her belly, slowly stroking her hand over the obvious growing bump.
But she knew it wasn't real, probably ll in her head, considering the baby is supposed to start kicking around four months.
"It's probably a girl," Clare jumped, seeing her son smiling, his book nowhere to be seen, "I hope so-this family needs some girl shine in it. It's hard to keep it up all by myself."
"Mom, can I talk to you for a second?" Kyle asked, sitting down at the table as Clare pulled down her shirt, joining him at the table. Kyle's leg was shaking underneath the table as he began his speech, "Mom, I think I'm ready to go back to school. I've been going to therapy, I've been getting better. I can feel myself getting happier, and I just want a start at a new beginning. Please mom, I'm begging you here, I really think I've changed, for the better."
"Alright."
"Really? Seriously?" Kyle rose from his seat, ready to call that girl Katie to tell her he needs her assistance tonight with some dirty work to celebrate while his parents will have a usual fight.
"I think you're ready sweetheart, you've gotten better, I will admit it. Your therapist said she thought you were ready too," Clare glanced up at her son, who had happy tears in his eyes, "Thanks mom! You're the best! Degrassi here I come!"
Kyle wrapped his arms around his mother, his grip around her stomach getting tighter and tighter, "Alright Kyle, I know you're excited but you're squeezing me too tight, it hurts."
Kyle smiled, knowing he was bringing her uncomfortable pain, "Really? Sorry ma, just excited."
He gave one more rough squeeze, that made Clare squeak, "Thanks mom! I'm going to go call my friends! I'll start by apologizing to Jake, then Katie, and then things will go back to normal!"
Clare felt at ease, but yet something about Kyle's tone was setting her off, "Okay honey, just don't be too overwhelming."
When the coast was clear, Clare glanced down at her belly, and was relieved to feel the baby's gentle kick against her skin. Even if it was all in her head, it gave her a sense of relief. She sighed, as the front door swung open, only to see Eli, smiling widely at her, "Hey baby cakes! I'm home early, Adam took over for me for the rest of the day. Listen, I'm really sorry that I've been acting like a complete dick lately and-."
Clare cut him off, placing a kiss on his lips, "It's the pregnancy hormones, don't worry about it Eli."
"Okay, I got you these," Tears were brought to Clare's eyelids as she saw Eli reveal a bouquet of roses, all for her. She happily took them, embracing her husband in a hug, the baby in between them.
"Thank you honey, they're beautiful," she whispered, as Eli smirked, "Beautiful flowers...for a beautiful woman."
After Clare placed the roses in a vase on the table, Eli couldn't help but ask, "Where's Kyle? He's always slumping around in the living room with his head in that book."
"Oh, well, I kind of...sort of...told him that he's allowed to go back to school tomorrow," Clare smiled shyly at Eli, trying to ease the tension in his face, "Come on Eli, he's suffered at home enough, he's better."
"So this is what you do when I'm not around? Make these drastic choices without me? Let's be realistic Clare, he goes back to school, I go to work, then I'll come home to you lying in the pool with you and my baby dead. Sounds great," Clare slapped him across the face, "It's not going to happen again Eli! He's been seeing a therapist, getting help. Maybe you should get some too."
"Listen here, I know that this is the hormones talking, but I want you to know that I am not the one who needs help in this family! You, on the other hand, might need to be put in a nut house if you think that that kid upstairs is okay to go back to school. He's dangerous Clare, I don't care if he's our son, he's dangerous," He whispered in a hushed tone, as Clare's tears pricked her eyes, "It's just...he looked so happy for the first time in a long time when I said he could go back. Please Eli, he needs another chance. Everyone deserves a second chance."
"Fine," Clare was about to add onto her plead for her son, until she asked, "Fine? Really? You'll let him go back?"
"Sure, I'll even drop him off tomorrow morning. But, we both need to have a talk with him before he goes back," Eli compromised with Clare, and for the first time, they had reached a somewhat peaceful agreement.
"Okay."
KYLE
"Aren't you excited to see me tomorrow babe? My parents are finally letting me out of this house," I smirked, flipping through my book, while sharpening the knife in my hands, "Kyle...I have to tell you something, please don't be mad."
I stopped sharpening the knife with my other knife, and asked, "What?"
"Please don't be mad," she whispered shakily, as I sighed, "I won't be mad Katie, just tell me."
The anger was making my blood boil in my veins.
"Kyle, I've moved on," my heart sunk into my stomach, "Moving on? What are you talking about Katie? You told me you loved me, how could you move on so quickly like that?"
"You've been gone for like, the whole school year Kyle. A girl has needs, and besides, it's not like you made an effort to call me," she hissed at me over the phone, like she was the one in charge in this relationship, "Oh, I get it Katie...we're playing the bad girl good guy roll tomorrow in your car before school. All ready ten steps ahead of me, that's my girl."
"No Kyle, we're not meeting up tomorrow and I'm not your girl," I didn't know what hurt more, this cock-blocking or her being a complete and utter bitch to me after not calling me for months!
"Listen here Katie, you love me, and you're not giving up on us like this," I hissed, "No Kyle, you listen to me! I'm done with you, I've been done with you. You need help, I'm with another guy now...and he treats me right. He doesn't just fuck me and leave me all alone."
"What does he do that I didn't do for you?" I asked, "He's nice, kind, gentle."
"What is he, a fucking girl?" I chuckled, "No he's not Kyle, he's a man."
With that, she hung up.
Tears streamed down my face as my mother was calling out my name, telling me that lunch was ready. I sniffled, telling her I'd be right down, as I pulled out my list from underneath my bed.
I added another name to it.
Mom
Jake
Drew
Dad (?)
Katie
Since my plans to remove all these people from my life have been pushed back because Bianca hasn't gone into labor yet, or so I've been watching. I have to wait until that happens, and then, everything will start to unravel...
DREW
"Why haven't you come out yet? Huh?" I asked my wife's belly, tapping on her skin lightly as Bianca smiled, "Drew, stop talking to him. He'll come out when he wants to, you can't rush this stuff."
"But it's already a couple of days after the due date. I'm so excited, I just want to see him," I looked up when Bianca didn't respond, only to see she was fast asleep. Dang, these pregnancy vitamins really work, but she is probably exhausted from walking around on her two, swollen ankles all day.
"Moving around is good for the baby!" She had exclaimed earlier today, even though the baby wasn't even moving.
Bianca wanted to wait for the baby to come naturally, she claimed that forcing a labor isn't the best way to come out into the world. She felt that if the baby is ready, he'll come.
But the waiting is a killer!
I'm losing sleep over this, and plus the fact that I have to stay awake, so Kyle doesn't burst through the door and kill her or my baby. No matter what, I'm determined to keep them alive, away from him.
Bianca thought that he probably overheard Clare and Eli talk about it, but I knew they didn't, they wouldn't betray us like that. I let Bianca think that, considering it calmed her mind, but I knew that that little fucking twat was capable of anything.
So when he come's after me, I'll be ready.
I felt the cool metal of the gun I kept in the drawer next to our bed. I smiled, knowing how much power I had in such a tiny instrument. I sighed, closing my eyes for a brief moment, only to hear my phone buzz.
It was a text...from an unknown number.
Can your baby take any longer? Now I know he's definitely yours, cause' he's as slow as you. Let the clock continue to tick away my friend, your hours are running short on this Earth. Now do as you do, kiss your wifes belly goodnight and clutch that pussy of a gun in your drawer next to your bed. It won't save you, or my mother, or anybody else I'm planning to exterminate. Nothing will.
Sincerly,
Boom
END OF CHAPTER 12
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