I am so...so sorry for not updating my stories. I've been so busy with school; it's actually rediculous. I haven't even gotten time to think of anything besides school. I'm sorry for the delay. Hope this makes up for it. Please enjoy the fifth chapter of "Titanium"...
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Titanium
"Do you have any idea how much money a fucking divorce is Liam?" Imogen spat, staring at her lover while he shrugged his shoulders, sipping a beer. He manuvered to the pillows, resting his head while patting the spot next to him.
"...Just come to bed, Imo."
Imogen sighed, sitting on what used to be her and Eli's bed. Now, it was just a bed. It meant nothing but rusty springs and a blanket that smelled of Liam's cologne.
"Stop worrying so much. Eli was shot, he survived. You two can finally divorce, I have you all to myself and the world is right again." Liam spoke huskily, placing wet kisses on Imogen's neck.
"He's going to take everything from me." She confessed, staring blankly out the window.
"Once he is checked out of the hospital he wants me out of the house, and doesn't want to see me until we meet up with out lawyers. He knew I cheated because he found a used condom in the bathroom...I told you to flush it, Liam. You never listen. This could've still been going on without a war. But now everything is ruined." Imogen mumbled sadly, staring down at her bare feet dangling over the bed.
Liam snaked his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly and kissing her neck lustfully.
"You dug your grave Imo...now lay in it."
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Clare Edwards walked with a skip in her step through the hospital, and up the stairs into the cafeteria where Eli would most likely be picking at his "food". She held her bag tightly to her side, eager to show her friend what she had bought him.
"Hey you." She spoke softly, her angelic voice easing the silent tension in the room.
Eli Goldsworthy slowly lifted his head, smirking in delight at the woman standing before him. She had a sly grin on her face, obviously implying that she was hiding something.
"How's your breathing today?" Clare asked, taking a seat beside him as he flicked a fry across the table to an old man who he'd come accustomed to sitting with.
"It's fine." He replied morosely, as he used his finger to mix around the cold mashed potatoes on the plastic plate.
"You look a little uncomfortable...are you sure you're alright?" She pushed the issue innocently, only looking out for her friend, of course.
"I just can't wait to get out of here. I've been trying to talk to this guy but he can't even hear me. He's the only one that'll sit with me who won't ask me a bunch of questions about the shooting...so I accept him." Clare glanced at the man who Eli was refurring to, and the old man wiggled his brow, pointing to Clare, "You've got a keeper son. Don't let that ass get away."
"Seriously?" Eli scoffed out, "You don't say one word to me for the past two weeks when we've been eating lunch together and that's the first thing that leaves your mouth?"
"I only speak when it's necessary. It needed to be said." The old man replied sarcastically, shrugging his frail shoulders before wheeling off to the doors.
"Can you believe that?" Eli asked, looking at Clare who just grinned in response, staring at the floor.
"Senior Citizens are very reserved sometimes, and they're not afraid to speak their mind." She whispered, then her eyes lit up, remembering the "present" she had in her bag.
"I got you something." Eli's eyes darted to Clare's bag, as she slowly pulled out a plastic bag. Immediately upon taking it out, an intoxicating smell filled the room.
"You didn't?" He teased, knowing exactly what it was.
"You said you'd do anything for a home cooked meal...and well, I was home, so I cooked for you. It's nothing big." She tried to play off the whole "it was nothing" card, meanwhile it took her nearly a day to make that meal from scratch.
"Pasta, meatballs, sausage...Clare this is so much, too much. How did you have the time to do this?" He asked in appreciation, beginning to dig into the pasta with his fingers.
"Eli stop!" She squealed, handing him a plastic fork, "I brought you one because I knew you'd go caveman style on the poor pasta."
"Opp Opp, Oppa cavemen style." Eli teased, his saucy fingers lacing around the utensil, gripping it tightly and shoving forkful after forkful into his mouth.
After twenty minutes of pure silence, Clare watched as Eli sat back in his chair, resting his hands over his stomach, his eyes closed. He embraced this moment; never wanting to let it pass. He hasn't felt this physically satisfied since the meal he had two days before the shooting, which was a dinner from Cece.
"That was so delicious Clare, thank you." He whispered meaningfully, resting his head on the table, trying to catch his breath from all the eating.
"You okay?" Clare was always concerned for Eli's well being; making sure he was breathing okay, if he had the right medicine's given at the correct time, and so on and so forth.
She placed her hand on his warm back, rubbing over his spine soothingly. It wasn't meant to be anything more than a friendly rub.
What was the harm in helping a friend out?
Without hesitancy, Eli lifted his head, startling Clare.
"After I get checked out in two days...will you go out with me?"
END OF CHAPTER 5
Before you guys complain in reviews, I know. I'm sorry about the length, I really am. I'm too tired to move on, but I wanted to give you guys a little something.
Please forgive me.
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Cliffhanger Girl
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