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The secret of Eli comes out...
The Woman In Chains
ELI
Hey baby, I miss you :) I can't wait to see you tonight for our fifty second date.
Love ya!
xoxo
~Jake
P.S. Can't wait to kiss your little lips, I've missed you all day :(
I grinned at my text, before Adam asked, "Is that lover boy texting?"
"Yeah...we're going on our fifty second date tonight. He's taking me somewhere, it's a surprise," I flipped through my bag, searching for something I'm sure Adam would love to see.
"Hey, remember chocolate milk girl from three days ago?" I asked, and Adam dropped the bowl of cereal in his hands, rushing to my side, "Yeah I remember her! Why, have you seen her around? Did she ask for me?"
"Not really...," I mumbled, pulling out a newspaper issue I found, "She's Owen Milligan's fiance."
I could see his expression drop, looking at the picture, "You know...this means nothing though, you can tell she's unhappy. I'm not going to lose this one Eli, she'll come back to the store one day...they always do."
"Because I'm charming," I added in, and he shook his head, "No, because this one is different...I just have this feeling."
"See, this is why I date Jake. All he likes to do his eat, hold my hand, and kiss me...there's no complications, it's simple," I smirked, patting my friend on the shoulder, "Don't worry Adam, when love wants you, it'll knock right on your door. Just don't set your expectations so high as to this woman. She's clearly taken, by a ginormous, rich Football player."
"But she seems so different Eli, you don't get it...women are complex creatures, and she obviously doesn't look happy in this picture," he pointed out, and I shook my head, "Clare is the type of woman who will...get married to this guy, pop out a few kids, then wither away. That's what all celebrities do, these kind anyways."
"I want what you and Jake have. Your love is so-," I cut him off, "Stop getting yourself down by comparing your romance life with ours. Jake and I met by faith, and you'll meet your woman by faith too."
"That's what I'm saying, maybe this is my destiny! Maybe she's supposed to be in my future," he smiled, hope in his eyes.
"Adam, please don't get your hopes up with this woman. She's not your type of woman, she's his type of woman," I pointed to Owen, and then he crumpled the paper up in his hands, "I don't care what you say Eli...she isn't happy with him, something is up and I know it."
"Even if there is something up, you can't do anything about it, you don't even know her. Do you know where she lives? Are you friends with her on Twitter or Facerange, are-," he cut me off, "I get it Eli, your negativity isn't helping right now. But what if-what if tonight she stops by the store and I'm all alone? What do I do? What do I say? Is that faith Eli?"
"Faith is...faith was meeting Jake in the middle of Times Square on the way to a concert and having some guy bum rush me into him. Faith was having Jake smile back at me, and then have enough confidence to ask me out for a drink," my heart fluttered, remembering that night.
"Dude, Jake was wearing nothing but a guitar and underwear," Adam added in, and I shrugged my shoulders, "His thighs looked pretty damn good to me. Who would've known Jake would be the replacement of the Naked Cowboy (1) when he got sick?"
"Point being, us meeting and being a couple was faith. You have to be patient Adam, and if faith wants you two together, it'll make sure you be together."
He sighed, whining for the second time today, "I just want what you and Jake have."
"I didn't know you went that way Adam. But you know, there's always room if you want a good ole' threesome with Jake and I. We can squeeze you in just like an Oreo," I pinched his cheeks, and he swatted his hand away from his face, "Dude, you're so mushy with him...it's suffocating."
When I went into the kitchen to fish out some juice, I asked curiously, "Wait, how mushy?"
"As mushy as a marshmallow dude!"
I love my marshmallow.
CLARE
"You're up late. Here's some water, drink it. It'll clear up the hangover," Owen pushed two pills into my hand, and a bottle of water. I groaned, my head feeling like it was being weighed down by a brick.
"W-What happened last night?" I choked out, after swallowing the two pills.
"Well, you decided it would be a nice night to gorge out on food, and after getting drunk off your ass on cheap wine I was the designated person taking the drunk mess home," he spat, and I glanced down at my body, which was wrapped in a sheet.
"Did we-? Last night?" I asked, and he nodded, "You needed to be shown where your place is Clare. You'll never eat that crap or drink wine with Mr. Johnson behind my back ever again, you got that?"
His right hand gripped my thigh through the bed sheets, and I whimpered, "Y-Yes, I won't. I'm sorry."
"Keep disobeying me Clare...and you know the consequences. That closet door can always be unlocked," the voice he used scared me, and he used it purposely, to make my skin crawl.
I slowly walked to the corner of the room, and let the bed sheet drop to the floor.
Tears sprung out of my eyes like a waterfall, noticing the fresh bruises...the claw marks, making me look like I got attacked by a wild bear. And then the mark on my right shoulder, where he always left a hickey, to constantly remind me that I was his.
He kissed the spot from behind, and I shivered, "You look beautiful Clare...your body suits you well like this."
I quickly covered up, and he laughed, "We're getting married sweetheart, seeing you naked is the first thing that'll happen everyday in this house. In fact, I think I'm going to be instigating a new rule around my household."
My fingers laced around the sheets, while walking to the fridge, where Owen wrote the rules of the house on a whiteboard. No one else saw these rules, just me and him.
I watched as he scribbled the last one on,
1) No eating without permission.
2) No leaving the house without permission.
3) Always keep the King satisfied.
4) All meals must be served at the time the King wants them served.
Last but not least...
5) Upon entering this house, Clare must strip down to nothing.
"O-Owen," I squeaked, "T-That's not right, I'm not doing that. I've done enough for you, I've given my life for you. I was separated from my family because of you, I lost everyone! I'm not losing myself too!"
SLAP!
"Don't ever hit me again," I spat on his shoes, and grabbed the keys on the table, darting for the door, not caring about who saw me running out of the famous 'Milligan' house with only a silky bed sheet shielding me.
My fingers nervously shook as I jammed the keys into one of his cars, and I ignited the engine, smiling proudly, listening to the roar. When I saw Owen coming, I laughed manically, backing up towards him, watching his facial expression turn to fear.
It felt great, seeing him in such a vulnerable state.
"Are you fucking crazy you bitch!" He screamed, and I stopped short, the car jerking forward.
"I'm not crazy...I'm fucking insane!"
With that, I slammed my foot down on the accelerator, and sped off to the one place I knew that I might have hope. The one place where I felt at peace...
The video game store.
ADAM
I was sitting behind the counter with my feet up, twiddling my thumbs, wishing I had something to do. The night was slow, with the exception of a couple of teenagers buying a shitload of games.
Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
I glanced over at the message on my phone,
Since it's almost midnight, Jake and I are going to pick you up when you're done with your shift so you don't have to walk home alone.
Jake's got his truck, and we're heading over now.
Be outside in five.
-Eli
Sometimes I thank the lord for my friend Eli, without him I wouldn't be working here-a stable job, with a good pay. Jake is a good guy, and I know he'd never do anything to hurt my friend.
I began locking up, unplugging light up billboards, when I saw a black escalate pull into the store parking lot.
My eyes must've been deceiving me, because if they weren't, then I was currently watching a frazzled Clare, wrapped in only a bed sheet, with no shoes on, running towards the store.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to act casual by jumping over the counter, and taking a seat.
When she walked in, the bell ting'd, and my heart stopped.
She was crying.
"H-Hi A-Adam."
I looked at her with a keen eye, trying to determine by her body language what had brought her here in such a state. She was obviously upset, and extremely run down looking.
"Hi Clare, what um-what brings you here? I was just about to close up..." I inched towards her cautiously, until we were inches apart.
Her sobs became more frantic, as I cleared my throat, "D-Do you-are you okay Clare? Do you want my friends to drop you off? We can bring you back to your house if you like?"
"No...no, don't take me there! I won't go back! I finally escaped, I can't go back! Please don't make me go back! You don't understand what it's like!" her tiny fists were linked around my collar, shaking me back and forth lightly, "You have no...no idea..."
"I'll have to ask Eli, but I'm sure he won't mind...um, do you want to sleepover at our apartment? You can borrow a pair of my pajamas, some hot coco...yeah?" she sniffled, burying her head into my shoulder, "God b-b-bless you...Oh G-God bless you."
ELI
"You know, if you keep looking my way we're going to crash before we get to Adam," I told Jake, who just squeezed my left hand tightly, "I just missed you so much...I'm so glad we got to see that movie, it was touching."
"I did shed a few tears at the end when Rose let go of Jack," he admitted, and I smirked, "You're such a sap Jacob."
When the truck came to a smooth halt in the lot, I pointed to the lit up store, "Adam's always late...we still have a little time...before, you know-."
Jake cut me off, stealing my lips in a kiss, as I placed my hands on his broad shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my waist, doing something he's always done since we started dating. After I found out about his home life, that he was separated from his loved ones, he always holds onto me extra tight...to assure that I wasn't going anywhere.
And I wasn't.
"Can't breathe," I whimpered, our foreheads touching, a grin on his face.
"You're blushing Goldsworthy," he was about to lean into me once again, when I choked out, "Girl...girl with Adam."
We both turned our heads to my window, watching as we saw Adam, his arm hooked around a woman's waist. It looked like he was practically dragging her to the car, until he decided to hoist her up in his arms bridal style.
"Who is that? She looks so familiar...," Jake whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my neck.
"It's Clare, the chocolate milk girl...and she's not wearing anything but a bed sheet. This story should be interesting. Good thing we're not attracted to bare women, right?" I snorted playfully, before turning to my boyfriend, who was silent, with his jaw dropped.
"Y-You don't like her do you?" I choked out, holding back a sob.
"Eli...no...that's...that's my sister."
END OF CHAPTER 3
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