WARNING: waking up! Mean daddies! Birthdays! French exams :DDD && eclare love
Chapter Thirty-Two: Awake (Eli's POV)
Breakfast was normally quiet. I glanced to my right to see Lizzy stuffing her face with her cereal, I glanced at mine, it was barely eaten. I haven't had an appetite since Clare's coma was announced. The whole summer had been numb to me, she's been in her coma for almost three months. I aimlessly stirred the little O's with my spoon staring at the milk swaying around them. "Elizabeth Anne Goldsworthy. This is the breakfast table. We use our table manners here." Dad said gruffly, he looked over his newspaper, glaring at Lizzy making somewhat of a mess. "Sorry dad." Lizzy mumbled and started eating slowly. "Eli? What are you doing today?" Mom asked. I looked at her and sighed. "Going to the hospital to see Clare." I murmured. Dad guffawed behind his paper. My head shot up in his direction. "What's so funny?" I asked sharply. Dad folded his paper and set it aside. "Why do you waste your time with that girl?" Dad asked. I gasped from shock. "Because I love her. That may be hard for you to understand since you have no soul." I sneered. Lizzy dropped her spoon into her bowl in shock. "Elijah!" Mom shouted from across the table. "Apologize to your father!" She demanded. I scoffed. "No. He's an ass. Why are you still married to him? For me and Lizzy? Because we're better off without him!" I shouted. Lizzy tugged on my blazer. "Stuff it Eli. Dad's red." Lizzy murmured. I glanced at Dad's red face. He was full of anger, it was in his veins. "What did you say Elijah?" Dad growled. "You heard me." I growled back in the same tone. "You little shit!" Dad shouted. He threw his plate off the table and started charging at me. I immediately grabbed Lizzy. "Run. To your room. Lock the door." I whispered fast. Lizzy hesitated, but flew up the stairs to her room. "Joseph! Joseph calm down!" Mom shouted. She had her hand on his arm. I was pressed agents the wall in Dad's grip. I could feel my circulation start to give. "Joseph.. You're hurting your son. Let him go." Mom demanded. I suddenly felt the grip be released on me. I stared at him while rubbing my arms. Dad's eyes held anger and attack. I mirrored the eyes as I ran out of the house in a flash. I could hear shouts and arguments behind me as I climbed into Morty. I closed my eyes, I hated the shouting. The screaming. It's always been like that for me and Lizzy. Our parents weren't in love, they hated each other. Yet they stay together for the wrong reasons. What gets me the most about today, is that Dad happened to forget my birthday was today. I'm 18. I'm an adult. Therefore he can suck it and I can leave whenever I please.
After parking Morty in the shade, I stuffed my hands in my blazer pocket and walked towards the hospital where Clare was staying. I didn't say anything to the nurses, they knew me only because I was always here. I spent most of my summer here. I pressed floor 2 on the elevator and felt the elevator go up. I grimaced at the horrible elevator music. If I owned this hospital, the elevator music would be "Paisley Jacket" Hell yeah. I stepped off the elevator and headed down the hall. The room 587 came into view and I walked inside. No one was visiting Clare at the moment and I sighed a breath of relief. I would rather be alone with her. I took the seat next to her, most of her injuries were healing, the broken skull was healed, therefore the huge bandage was removed from her head, but if you ran a hand through her hair you'd feel a thick scar under that reddish brown hair. I grabbed her hand like always and held it close. "It's my birthday." I murmured. "Nothing really special. I'm just 18." I added. Silence. "Remember how I told you that Lizzy's an excellent artist? Well she drew me a picture of you. It's hanging in my room. It's beautiful." I said. Silence. "Mom gave me a scrapbook. Yeah it sort of sounds.. Pansy like, but it was pictures of me and Lizzy growing up. You're in there.. Even Julia is in there." I murmured. More silence. I groaned. "God Clare. Just wake up. I know I ask the same damn thing every day, but today's my birthday.. I just want this one gift." I pleaded. She didn't respond. She was still. I dropped her hand and it hit the sheet with a small thud. "I'm so pathetic." I said. I stood up hastily and stood by the window. I looked out to see the sky. "This is ridiculous. I wake up thinking that every time I come down here you'll wake up. I'm just fooling myself." I muttered. "Really?" A small voice chirped raspy. "Great.. Now the voices are back. Just what I need." I mumbled. "I'm not a voice." The chirped voice said. I scoffed. "Sure. You're just playing mind games. Well I hate those." I said. The raspy voice giggled. "You're so stupid. Turn around." I furrowed my brows and turned around. I gasped. Clare's eyes were open, her blue eyes shining, she had this playful smile on her lips. "Clare?" I asked. Clare giggled. "Well I do hope so." Clare said playfully. I smiled hugely and approached her figure. I wrapped my arms carefully around her small figure. Clare latched on and buried her head in my blazer. "Don't let go." Clare mumbled into my blazer. "Never." I promised. Clare stayed in my arms like that for what seemed like forever. "Should I leave and tell the doctor that you're awake?" I murmured into Clare's ear. Clare pulled back with an odd look. "How long was I asleep for? A couple of days?" Clare questioned. I shook my head. "Almost three months." I said. Clare's oceans widen. "Three months? Why didn't anyone wake me up!" Clare shouted. I chuckled. "You were in a coma. You can't wake someone from a coma." I explained. "Oh." Clare said. There was silence and then suddenly Clare looked at me. "Fitz.. KC." Clare shuddered. "Taken care of. Their in jail. Adam and I found them hiding out in The Ravine. We brought you justice." I said with a smirk. "Thanks Eli.. For everything. You saved me from Fitz and KC. Then you send them to jail. What else have you done?" Clare asked, looking at me with curiosity. "I visit you everyday. I've been doing that since the incident." I said with a blush. "Seriously?" Clare said. I nodded. "I've made good friends with your sister, Darcy too." I added. Clare's oceans widen. "Darcy's here?" I chuckled. "Yeah. She's staying here now. Her and Peter are dating again." I said. Clare smiled. "I always knew." Clare whispered. "Are you happy I'm here?" I whispered close to Clare's face. Clare was taken by surprise. She nodded. "After what I've put you through.. I'd for sure think you'd leave me here." Clare admitted. "I'd never do that. After what KC was doing to you. I'd never leave you hanging." I murmured. Clare looked up at me. Her oceans shining brightly. "You'd never leave me?" Clare whispered. I nodded. "Never." I murmured. I leaned forward, Clare leaned as well. We hesitated before our lips touched. It's been a year.. Almost two since we'd last kiss. I gulped and quickly pressed my lips to hers. Of course her lips were dry and cracked, but I didn't care. I pressed my lips deeper and Clare's arms were twined around my neck. The sparks were flying. The kiss was real and true. This kiss meant something. I hated to do so, but I pulled away from Clare, I leaned my forehead against hers. "So.. How did I do on that French exam?" I whispered.
ECLARE GOODNESS! YES YES YES! I did backflips while writing this! I wanted Clare to wake up and if the title didn't give it away! ECLARE! Yep! I do love that French exam line :D I had to use it! I didn't want to stop on this chapter, but I DID! There's a bit more drama before the story ends at chapter forty :/. Possibly more chapters to come up! && You guys definitely saw where Eli gets his anger from -.- deff from Mr. Goldsworthy! && don't forget too..
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