Hey guys again so sorry for not posting on time. I finally have everything sorted out and I had to attend my friends funeral which was really hard for me. i hope you guys enjoy this chapter and another post will be up tomorrow!

Chapter Six

***Claire's POV***

I toss and turn and fight off everything coming through my mind until my body can't stand it anymore. I immediately wake up panicked and covered in sweat. I feel the adrenaline running through me and I attempt to slow down my breath.

After a few minutes of trying to calm myself I can regain enough of my breath to pick up the phone and call Zach.

"Zach," I breathe out.

"Grace, what's wrong? Are you having another nightmare?"

Claire sighs in relief and begins to listen to Zach's calming words until she is ready to hang up and go back to bed.

The nightmares continue throughout the night and finally she just gives up and decides to go for a run.

It's four in the morning so the air is cool. Claire's mind begins to rush around and as she passes a local grocery store she begins to remember hanging out with Zach, Stacy, and Jared. She remembers carrying around a blade and walking into the grocery store laughing and then walking out with a months worth of food (tea, crackers, and bread.) She remembers laughing with her friends when they get to the park and met up with Todd the main man.

Todd was the head of the gang, a doctor in fact. He used to be my father figure and provided for us all. Yes he had to things a little illegally by selling drugs in order to provide housing and a weekly paycheck for us, but he busted his ass and did it.

Todd and I still talk often. The only reason why I'm not working for him anymore is because Zach talked me out of it. He reminded me of life before the gang. Life before the weekly fights, before the secrets and before the trouble.

I still miss them though. Instead of having to relocate every night I had a place to go. "Roommates" and things seemed to have a sort of routine. But now I'm on my own and yes now I don't have to lie about my name or age, but it get's very lonely.

I pick up my pace as I realize that my thoughts are clouding my judgement. I have to keep reminding myself that I don't need a family and that Jane and Maura would have ruined my life if they got in involved...

****Narrator's POV****

Jane woke up to the familiar feeling of Maura holding her tight as she fights off another nightmare of Charles Hoyte. She wakes in a panic but quickly calms down when Maura holds her close to her chest waiting for Jane to relax.

After Jane calmed down there day start off. Maura goes to work making herself look ready for the job, and Jane processed her thoughts as she makes some coffee. She thinks about how she didn't see anything wrong with Claire but the way she acted when you got close to her makes Jane feel uneasy about the situation, and increases her stress level.

After getting ready for work and heading out the door Jane looks at Maura and remembers why her life is the way it is. She feels herself begin to get back on track and focused as they pull away from their house and go off to work.

***Claire's POV***

(A Week Later...)

Weekends mean shit. Weekends mean having to deal with my brothers and trying to get work done in my fucking bedroom because everywhere else in this house is filled with noisy, and annoying people. I hate having to stay home, but my Mother got me trapped because of the stupid cops and now I'm for it. It's been a few days being trapped and I already remember why I left this hell house in the first place. Since I've gotten back I've been yelled at, cursed out and thrown around more times than I can count. My dad is notorious for coming home drunk and my mom is no help either. I come home from school and the first thing that comes out of there mouths are cusses and attacks.

I hear my father call me now and the first thing that goes through my head is why the hell now. I'm working on a project about how people can get off the grid and provide for themselves and little do most know that this takes a lot of research. The last thing I need right now is to get thrown around by my dad.

In instinct I go in my drawer to get my blade, but of course I remember the gang took mine back when I left so instead I reach for my cellphone. Secretly and embarrassedly I put Jane's number in there just in case shit get's serious and I need to get out of my house. Fast. I know it's not one of my best ideas but what the hell do I have to loose. Oh yeah just my life.

I make my way downstairs where my dad is at the kitchen table screaming at my mind. The first thing I notice is his beat red eyes that warn me he will not joke around. He stand up and immediately starts screaming at me and calling me a worthless fag then he shows me PS3 charger that got busted open. Of course he begins blaming it all on me instead of my brother who I know did it, but I let him believe it was me anyways and I begin fighting back. Telling him that it doesn't matter anyways. Before I know it his hands around around my neck threatening to choke me. To kill me. I know then that this maybe my last day on Earth and I begin counting my blessings, and praying for a way out. I fight back trying to jab in with my elbow I kick him where I know it will hurt and jab him with my elbow and try to make my way to the side door connected to my garage and basement. He begins chasing me screaming that if he get's his hands on me I will be dead. I take his threats seriously knowing that he is drunk and has the strength to kill and torture me. I run as fast as I can towards the door but before I know it he's got me again and pushes me down the basement stairs. I arch my back cover my head as I roll down the stairs pain from all my wounds begin to burn and I can hear bones breaking but adrenaline is pumping and when I hit the bottom of the stair case I pull out my phone and call Jane.

I don't say anything but my dad is dashing down the stairs and getting close to where I have landed. Seconds feel like minutes as he makes his way over to me. I brace myself and watch as he balls up his fist and punch me square in the jaw. He and I are going back and forth screaming and cussing at each other. I get up and do my best to fight back. I punch him in the nose and brace myself as he slaps me across the face then tackles me to the ground. I keep fighting waiting for someone to save me.

I can hear my brothers and my Mother upstairs continuing their lives not worrying about me their family member getting my assed kicked by my own father. I bite him and hear Jane's voice echoing through the halls.

I let myself ease up a little, but I keep his hands away from my neck hearing Jane make her way into the basement screaming "boston police." I let go and finally allow myself to close my eyes and black out.

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