Shameless Chapter Twenty Six

The walk home was painful. Torturing. My tears were interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing in my pocket. "Hello?"

"Clara? Its Daniel."

I gulp, and my mouth tries to form words...but my thoughts are swimming to quickly to speak.

Drop the phone. Drop it now.

Didn't you hear what Jonah said? Ignore him!

Listen to him, Clara. He's your best friend. You've been through everything together.

Go to him.

Dont.

Go...
Don't.

"Clara? You there?" He asks, his voice sounding uncertain.

"Yeah...sorry I was just, thinking."

The phone crackles, "Well...anyway, I was wondering if we could hang out?"

I scratch my head, biting my lip, "Um...I...I don't know. I'm really tired and I-"

"Come on, Clara? Please?" its quiet for a moment, and then: "I...I really need you right now."

I pull the phone away and look up at the stars, then close my eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I sigh, "Okay."

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When I get there, Daniel is slumped over on the hotel bed, beer in his hand, eyes closed. "Daniel?" I ask, tentatively stepping closer. Slowly, he lifts his head, hair rustled, eyes unclear. "Huh? Oh...sorry, I um..." his voice slurs, and a drunken smile fills his lips, "ImgladyourhereClara."

I shake my head, "You need some water. Hold on, lemme get you some," I start to the kitchen.

"Wait, no! Don't go in there! Clara!" His voice urgent, slurred. I turn to him, "Okay, i know you're flat out drunk, but you are acting totally insane." I turn my head and walk into the doorway, Daniel jumping off the bed running after me, moving at a speed no drunk has ever reached. "Don't-"

"Daniel? Get back in here!" A shrill voice cries, and I stop dead in my tracks.

A girl, with glistening black hair and smoldering blue eyes stares at me, eyeliner smudged from sweat, a blanket draped over her shoulders, covering her naked body.

I turn to Daniel, tears running down my cheeks, my mouth opens and closes.

"Clara..."

"Don't..." I whisper, voice cracking, I push past him, "Just...don't."

"Clara! Listen I-"

But its too late. I slam the door in his face, and run down the hallway.

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Sobs rock my body, i shake in the cold, wheezes of horrid, jagged gasps coming from deep within my core. I run down the street, letting the pain take over, running faster and faster, until I see the light of the place I once called a hellhole.

I've never been so happy to go home.

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"Where is she?" I sob, staring at Cyrus as I run through the door. He points upstairs, and without waiting for his response, I race up the stares at the speed of light. I run into my room, and slam the bathroom door shut.

Sinking to the floor, I utter the loudest, most painful sobs my body could commit

Letting the monsters inside my broken heart to scream in response to mind shattering pain.

As the sobs slow, I swipe my face clean, and on shaky legs, I head for my mother's room.

I turn my head every which way, searching for her bedroom. I'm reminded of my childhood, when I searched like this, looking for the mother to aid me through my nightmares or kiss the small slash of a papercut.

Thats when I needed her.

I thought I didn't need her anymore.

I was wrong.
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"Clara? What...what are you doing here?" She asks, turning her head to face me.

She sits in a chair facing the window, her eyes dry but the mark on her cheek from my heartless slap still printed on her face.

"I...I'm sorry. Should I...come back later?" I ask, standing awkwardly in the doorway.

She shakes her head, looking at me, "I just thought you would never actually...come to me. Or, I guess I never thought you'd ever want to speak to me. Not that I'm complaining," She smiles slightly, and I nod.

"I didn't think I would either, I..." I tighten my hand into a fist and press it against my lips, my eyes welling up with tears, my voice cracking, "I just...really need someone right now, and..." a sob escapes and I look up at the cieling, "I don't know if you care at all but I just...I just-"

My words are muffled as I feel her arms wrap around me.

At first, I resist, but in my moment of weakness, I melt into her and shutter out the sobs, holding on to her.

Sometimes, the last thing you wanted, is the one thing you need.

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© 2012 Emma Marie Taylor

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Horizon K.

Yeah last line is awesome. But seriously Faniel makes no sense... See I knew I liked Jonah better. But going to her mom! Ack! Can't wait to see that scene develop!