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Amelie's Point of View

Why couldn't Claire see where I was coming from? I sighed. After the meeting, I was needed downstairs. When I reached the ground floor, a line of people who had been sitting stood up. A tall thin man came to me first.

"Founder. Did uh, a girl tell you that I really needed to see you?"

"No, she didn't." I walked past him, to my secretary Bizzie who was holding a folder for me. My personal assistant brought the folders from my house and put them on the desk. "Is there anything else?" I asked, taking the folder.

"These people said it's an emergency and they need to see you. But other than that no, Ma'am."

I felt a tap on my back and turned to the man, annoyed. "What do you want?"

"My uh, Protector has gone missing. I stayed in here cos it's safer, y'know. I was wondering, how do I uh-" I walked past him and out the door. "Wait, Founder!" He grabbed my arm and my personal bodyguard pushed him back with a fierce glare.

"Do not touch me. And about your problem, find another Protector. I have better things to do." I got into my car and my guard came in and then the driver took me back to my house.

When I got back to my house, I got out and went inside. I couldn't hear Claire in her room, so I went upstairs and opened the door. Claire wasn't in there. She's gone to Michael's. I thought. I went downstairs and ignoring the questions of my guards, I went out and ran to the Glass House.

Arriving in no time at all, I composed myself and knocked on the door. The door is unlocked and Michael opens it, then quickly shuts it. I put my hand against the door to prevent it shutting. "Where's Claire?"

"Nowhere."

"Michael, I can smell her in here. Where is she?" I would only give him one chance.

"She's not here. Get away from the door." I pushed open the door and went upstairs. I heard a soft moan coming from the room Claire used to stay in and went in. Claire lay on the bed with a pillow over her head.

I walked over and pulled the pillow away. "Why are you here?"

Claire glared at me and sat up. "He doesn't lie. He actually helps me, instead of locking me in the house for days."

"I don't lock you in. I let you see Myrnin, do I not?" I really didn't have the patience to deal with child tantrums, but I really needed to get Claire back to my house. The longer she's here, the worse her pain is going to get.

"Look what you've done to her. If you like her so much, why do you put her through pain to forget me?" Michael asked, coming in. He held a wooden stake.

"I did. But her coming here, is making it worse." I turned to Claire. "If you come back to my place, I assure you the pain will go."

"No, I will just go for a walk." Claire said, getting up. I pushed her back down.

"The pain will only come back, when you get back. You can't put up with this forever. It will only get worse."

"Why?" Claire asked, putting the pillow over her head again.

"The compulsion is making you forget him. I don't know the science behind it, but it gives you headaches." I glanced at Michael, who looked ready to kill me. "Come back with me."

Claire sighed and sat up. "Only if you get rid of it. Properly."

I couldn't do that, not now anyway. "Fine." I held her head and put her to sleep. I picked her up and made it to the door, but Michael stopped me.

"Leave her here."

"If you have been listening to me at all, you will only be causing her pain. My place is the only place she can go. Now move out of the way." I could see Michael thinking about it and wanted to keep her here, but his good nature won out.

"I need to see her. Just take your mind spell off her."

"Not yet." I sidestepped Michael then went down the stairs, picking up Claire's coat on the way. Outside, I called for a car and waited in the shade. Less than a minute later, the limousine pulled up and covering Claire the best I could, I walked briskly to the car and put her in and the driver closed the door.

Back at my house, I brought Claire to her room and laid her out on the bed. I pushed her hair away from her face and stood there for a moment. She couldn't hate me. She was just frustrated about my decisions. I knew whatever I tried, keeping her in her room, wiping her mind of Michael, she would always rebel against it.

I placed a hand on her head and was going to to remove the compulsion, but got a second thought. She would know about Michael and you don't know what she would be like towards you when she wakes up. I lifted her hand and sighed. I was worried about her feelings towards me, but I couldn't keep her like this. I laid my hand back on her head and removed the compulsion.

I missed her head and taking a breath, I walked out of her room and closed the door. Please don't hate me.

Downstairs, I found Oliver in the visitor chair. "How's Claire?"

"Fine. What are you doing here?" I flipped open the folder, but my attention was elsewhere so I quickly closed it.

"What were you talking about, when you were alone?"

I stared at him for a moment. "I do believe that was private."

"There was a lot of shouting. Are you two breaking up or something?"

"Why?" I asked. "Would you like that?"

Oliver shrugged. "I don't care." He stood up and threw down a plastic folder. "Make sure to check that out first."

"I'll put it at the top of the pile." I replied. "Are you going, now?"

"Yes. I'll leave you with your girlfriend." He left thankfully closing, not slamming the door. I looked down at the folders and decided I couldn't concentrate on them, until I knew how Claire felt about me.

I went up to her room and opened the door and sat down besides her, twirling her hair around my fingers.

Hmmm, how do you think Claire will think about Amelie? Will she like her, love her or still not like her?

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