Since next weeks episode is going to be…woah…I need to end this story here. There WILL be one more chapter, so don't freak out just yet! I've had a great time writing for you guys, and I hope that after all the Eclare madness is over, I can write another Eclare story. ;)
I love you guys so much! And I'm glad that I was able to write for you guys for so long, and I'm glad for all the readers and reviewers, you guys are surely awesome! 3

Well, here we go…The final chapter….

And you might think I'm losing my mind
But I will shy away from the specifics
Cause I don't want you to know where I am
Cause then you'll see my heart
In the saddest state it's ever been
This is no place to try and live my life

Clare's POV

"Clare?" Knock, knock. "Clare, it's me." The faint sound of my mothers voice made me not want to see her anymore than I already didn't, but I knew that any minute now she'd be busting through the door, making up some other dim-witted excuse for me not be sad, and not be mad at her.

If only she knew. If only…

The door creaks a small bit open. "Is it alright to come in?" No response from me, but she takes it as a yes and steps in.

I lay my head on my pillow, inverting my eyes from the laptop. She stands there dumb-founded. "What?" I ask after a few moments of silence.

"You're not even done packing," She states the obvious. "We are leaving Sunday."

I sit up from my pillow, a bit shocked. "Sunday? Why so soon?"

"Because your father," Stop right there. Did she just say my father? I perk up and turn my head to her intensely. She knew I wasn't happy with her choice of words. I could tell by the way she took a step back. "I mean, Kurt is starting his job on Tuesday." She starts to the doorway. "Get packing."

She makes her way out the door, and I turn my eyes back to the laptop to see a new IM message. From Eli. There's a way to put a smile on my face.

Eli-golds45: Coffee the dot?

That was really just what I needed. I needed to get my mind off of things, and just enjoy my last few days here at Degrassi, Toronto.

Clareedwards: Rain-check. Mom's making me pack my bags.

Why did I do that? If I was the old Clare, I would've said yes right then and there, but something was holding me back, the fact that this was over, and there was nothing I could do about it.

And that made me angry. It made me…sad.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't find the strength inside of me to. It's like I was drained out of all my tears for the last time in my life, and that I would never be able to cry again. As crazy as it sounds, I liked to cry. It felt good to let out all the emotions with every single tear that fell down my face.

And it hurt to smile, because it hurt myself to know that I never meant it anymore. The only time that I truly smiled was with Eli…And after Sunday, he won't be there to cheer me up anymore.

It was all wrong how I felt, my family…I guess you couldn't even call it a family anymore. Just a mother, with two daughters, and a man who thinks he can waltz into our life and call himself our father.

As much as I missed my dad, I didn't want another one. I didn't want any other man but him to be living in our house. He was probably the very first person close to me that I've lost, and will forever always be the hardest one to except that they are gone.

Stop right there, that's exactly where I lost it
See that line? Well, I never should've crossed it
Stop right there, well, I never should've said that
It's the very moment that I wish that I could take back

I smelt the aroma of dinner cooking downstairs and it wasn't until then that I realized how starving I really was.

I climb off my bed and try and drag myself out the door and down the stairs. No trace of my mother, but just Kurt standing in the kitchen and making some sort of food. It smelled maybe like pasta. Now he's cooking in our kitchen too?

He obviously felt my presence, and looked back at me. "Oh," He starts sounding absolutely harmless. "Hello Clare."

Ignoring his welcome, I say, "Where's my mom?"

"She got a call from the office." He answers. "But I couldn't let you go hungry."

He was acting pathetic. I could tell he was just doing this look good, which I didn't like. "You didn't have to," I say awkwardly.

He just turns back, and gives me a look. "It's fine…" He says trying to sound calm, but I could tell he wanted to yell at me, and teach me a lesson.

The thought scared me, but I sat down at the table where he set out plates with our dinner on it. I was starving, but I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to eat, I wanted to make a break for it, but my stomach advised against it.

"Um," I say refusing my growling stomach. "I'm really not that hungry, so-"

"Clare," He says nicely. "I won't bite."

The problem with that: He probably would…And if I screwed up once, that would be it.

So I take a seat down as far across from him and start to run my fork across the food. I didn't want to eat, no matter how hungry I was, and how the smell of this delicious food made my head feel empty.

"Are you going to eat anything?" He asks me.

The shake of my head left him questioning. "Why?" He asks again.

I set down my fork that made a clanging noise on the plate. "I just have a lot on my mind."

"Like what?"

I take a deep breath in. "I don't want to move…"

Then an idea hit me. I whip out my phone, and at the remembrance of where the keys are, and where the buttons are, I press the record button. "Look," He starts as I set my phone on my lap, still recording. "I know you aren't too happy about this whole thing," I look down at my phone, the screen was black, but the phone was still on. I set it on the table to get a better recording of this all. "But your mom and I love each other."

"Love each other?" My voice rises to keep up this plan that I had going. "You've only been with her for a month or so!"

I saw his face burn up, and he looks back down at his plate. I needed something more, before my phone dies. I twirl some noodles on my fork and purposely flick it his way. I knew now that I was going to get hurt.

It lands on his face and he looked idiotic, and I laughed.

He stands up from the table and slaps them on it letting the plates rattle. "You did that on purpose!" He yells.

My stomach churned, but I didn't care. I look down at my phone and the blank screen, but I knew it was still recording. I smirked, and this plan was just about to go into action.

He stomps over to me and grabs my shoulder. "Ouch!" I scream out, completely over-exaggerating.

"You are asking for it young lady."

"What are you going to do?" I yell in his face. "Hit me?"

His face growls as he lifts his hand. I clench my eyes together, getting ready for the beating, and then, it hits me. His hand strikes across my face and leaves me on the floor from the force of his hand. He leaves me there, and then walks back to his plate.

I try my best to stand up from the floor. That slap hit me hard on the ground, but it didn't hurt to know that my plan was going to work.

My arm strength helps me work my way up, and I stand there, at the table, smirking at my phone. I pick it up, press the stop button, and walk upstairs without another word.

When I get upstairs, I replay my phone. It had everything from the flicking of the food, right down to the slap. This was perfect.

It was time to call Eli and tell him the good news. I press out of the record session on my phone, scroll down to the E's in my contacts, and call Eli.

He answers after about two rings. "Hello?" He asks casually over the line.

"Eli," I say still smirking. "I've got a way to make Kurt never set foot in this house again…"