Hmmm. Still debating if this will be a two-parter. I think it will, but I'm not sure. I guess we'll just have to see how this chapter ends, and then I'll see what I can do.

Wow! Already on chapter 25? It seems like I started this book just yesterday! I am truely greatful to each and everyone of you for helping me make it this far. You guys are aweosme! :)

Now for a thank you present? I don't know yet. I'll have to think. I've already thanked a few of you faithful readers for reading my stories individually, but I feel like I should've done more. So I think I'll do this now:
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You guys wont be dissapointed with the ending of this story. It's not the last chapter, but a few chapters from now it will be! :( *tear* I am about to cry because I don't want to end this story. But seriously. KEEP READING! Because instead of 'its about to get real', It's about to get awesome! :)

I've never been confronted with my own thoughts
They don't bother me when I'm alone
Can you come over save me, because he won't stop
Now get him off his fucking throne

Clare's POV

First step, second step. It seemed as if it took me forever to walk up those two steps, but I felt that it was way too quick to step in there. To face the consequences. What's in store for me this time?

Snapping back at my mom was one thing for me to get physically hurt, but now staying out all night will get me killed. I clench my eyes shut for a few seconds remember earlier—being pinned to the wall, being scared out of my mind. I never knew he was that much of a monster. I was obligated to think that he was a nice guy, I just couldn't see through his certain appearance, the appearance that showed how he had everything together, and that he was an over-all good guy.

I reach for the door knob, but then retreat my hand. I wasn't ready to see their death glares, and I was ready for the pain. I felt as if I was morally abused, but something like being pinned to a wall was bound to leave some scars.

The door creaks open at one simple touch. Looks like they were waiting for me—waiting to have me pay the cost. I poke my head through the door and see nothing but a blank living room, but a distant chatter from the kitchen. I extend my neck further to see them sitting there, waiting.

I was waiting for one to say something, but they didn't. They just sat there…quietly. I figured it was time to go inside.

One step in and I close the door. They heard me come in, I knew they did, but they still sat there. I was, of course, clueless. As if their silence hit me like a ton of bricks.

I worked up the courage to walk over to the table and then they finally shot a look to me. Kurt's was the devil's stare, and my mom's was scared. Not just scared, but petrified, and it looked as if she has been crying. "What now?" I asked too coldly.

"Are you kidding?" Kurt yells and stands up. "You're mom was scared out of her mind, and you have the audacity to walk in here and ask what. Now?"

"Spare me," I say to him. I really shouldn't be talking like this to Kurt, because this could really have me ended up dead. I take a seat in the closest seat to my moms. "I'm fine. See? Here I am, safe and sound."

"That's not it Clare," She says. "After all this…chaos with you I was more than scared out of my mind that you were going to do something you'll regret."

I look down at my hands folded across the table. "Well I didn't," I answer.

"What is up with you?" She asks me and I examine her swollen, red eyes as she asked me in a sincere voice.

It's worth a try. Eli's words repeated in my head, and I figured to just go for it.

I point to Kurt who was still standing up. "That jerk you call your boyfriend is a monster!"

She lifts her head from her hands, and my mind felt smug as I looked at Kurt who was standing up in a horrid way. "What?" He says. "I have no clue what you are talking about."

"Clare," My mom says, but this time, she sounded as if she cared. "What makes you say that?"

I felt that I said too much, but I had to finish what I started. "…He hurt me."

Kurt turns his head and doesn't say anything. My mom's jaw drops. "What?"

"She's lying…" Kurt says. "How do you think you can believe her after everything that happened?"

My mouth hits the floor as I stare at both of them looking so pathetic. I started to hurt from the anger in my system that he would say that. "I can't believe this!" I say and stand up. "You don't really believe him, do you?" She looks down at the table and runs her finger across the lines of the wood and just then, I knew her answer. "Mom…"

She looks up to me with a guilty expression. "I honestly don't know who to believe."

I shake my head and felt tears develop into my eyes, once again. "I've said it once and I'll say it again," I choke. "You're pathetic." I slide the chair back and spring up. "I'll start packing."

My feet stumble as I make my way across the floor and up the stairs. There was only one way out, but I wasn't going to go that way. I never wanted to die, and I never want to even try and take that road.

I guess I'm moving for real. I pull out the flattened storage box set against my wall and fold it all together. First I start with my walls. I start to take off each picture that has a memory behind each and every one. From the pictures with Alli all the way back to grade nine.

There was so much I was leaving behind. Alli, Adam, and Eli…Each one has made a huge impact in my life. Not like I had very many friends before that, I mean, I was all about academics back at my private school.

The worst part was that I tried to make the most out of this year, despite everything else that happened to me. For once I've felt that I am where I belong, and then it's gone, just like that.

Knock, knock. "Clare," It sounded like my mother's voice.

"What?" I ask with an attitude.

"Can I come in?"

I say nothing. No, you can't come in. I don't want to see you. She opens the door anyways. I guess she can't really read my mind…

"Did you come up here to call me a liar?" I ask her, again, with an attitude.

"Not exactly…"

"But it was along the lines of that, right?"

She rolls her eyes. "I just want to know why you lied."

I stand up from my kneeling knees. "Lied? Why would I lie about something like that?"

"I know you're not too happy about Kurt being here, but you don't have to lie about something like that."

"What?" This was it. She wasn't going to believe me. I might as well give it up. "You know what," I start again. "You're right. I lied. I'm sorry." I fall back down on my knees and start to organize the pictures into the box that I was putting them in.

She smiles weakly, even though I could tell she wanted to do anything but smile towards me. "I'm sorry Clare," She says.

I shake my head. "Whatever." I say and don't give her a look, not even a glance, but I knew she was still there. "Can you just leave?"

I felt her presence start to go away and the door closes. I take a deep breath in looking at all these pictures. I was leaving so much behind.

It's not his fault I made him lose his temper
I should know better not to talk to loud