Chapter 110
Claire's POV
"Claire...what have you done to me" his voice sounds so pure and soft, a sound I have never heard from him
I'm at a lose for words and I have to choke up my next sentence
"I....I don't know" I tell him
His large hand moves to the back of my neck and even with the calluses it's the softest touch I have ever felt
"I have to kiss you...you're making this very hard for me" his voice is strains and he pulls back slightly
But I quickly fill the space, our whole body touching as if we split apart the world would end
"I don't mean to" I tell him, mainly because I'm not sure what he's talking about. Does he really feel the same way about me as I do him? Does he want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss him? What about all the stuff before?
"I know" he whispers taking both my cheeks into his hands and slowly leading his lips to mine
My heart pounds and it's all I hear, the sound of the rain washed out by the constant thumps. His lip skims mine and instantly I feel calmer. My heart rate slowly and I melt into him. Our lips move in a perfect and magical sync. The taste of rain coats both our mouths and its an addicting taste. His whole body surrounds me and I feel suffocated, but strangely I love it. I reach up slowly and run my finger through his lush dark hair on the nape of his neck, the feeling like silk through my fingers. His lips moves quicker against mine as I do this.
His thumb moves down to my waist and skims the exposed skin on my hip. My whole body hums with fire and I lean deeper into him. His tongue slides across my lower lip and I hungrily allow his entrance.
His thumb moves down to my waist and skims the exposed skin on my hip. My whole body hums with fire and I lean deeper into him. His tongue slides across my lower lip and I hungrily allow his entrance.
His finger are soft as he skims my hip and moves across my back. Martin pulls away, leaving me breathless, his breaths are heavy and deep and he holds me so tight.
"I can't do this much longer" he says looking down, dark eyes leaving mine
"I need to talk to you...soon" my heart jumps and I back away from him, the pain of rejection seeping through my once happy and humming self
He takes in my face and quickly shakes his head
"no, I'm sorry Claire....fuck I never say the right thing" he curses to himself
"it's nothing bad, I promise" he says and stares deeply into my eyes
I look at him for a moment needing to know if he's telling the truth. His eyes beg me to understand, I obey and nod "ok...." I trail off
"let me go get my phone" I tell him and he nods, taking his hand off my cheek and kissing my forehead
I walk to the door in a daze. What does he want to talk to me about? Could he want to be a real couple? Im turning eighteen soon, what if I find my mate and it's not him...it would crush me to hurt him like that. I'm up the stairs and in my bedroom in a second but not before five more questions pop into my head as I do so.
My bedroom door is closed but I don't think anything of it, I listen for a moment trying to figure out where the rest of my family is. I don't hear one of Beverly's usual loud annoying phone calls. She must be out with friends. I think my parents were planning on running together today. I listen out for there voices and hear them laughing and talking in there bedroom, getting ready to go for their run.
I shake my head and open my door, wanting nothing more than to get back out there to Martin...and find Tara. Looking up I grab my phone off my desk and shove it in my pocket. The next second I look and and almost fall off my feet I'm so scared.
"Tara? What are you doing?" I ask, breathless, seeing her again
She's leaned up against my window, her blue eyes look down at a lighter in her hand. Her clothes are dirty and her hair is wet and frizzy...she must have came in through my window.
"I've been thinking..." She trails off
"why you?" her eyes never move to me, she continues to stare at the flickering flame
"Tara I don't know what you're talking about but Lawrence has been looking for you, everyone is. Martin is downstairs I can go-" I begin to say but she cuts me off
"It's Martin now? Got to him too?" She says ignoring the rest of my comment
I shake my head and take my eyes off of her for a moment. I look in the room and see that everything is wet. At first I think it's from my open window and the rain but then the smell hits me. It's a strong and chemical smell, I cringe at the oder and crinkle my nose. The wind from outside blends with it. I shake my head and look at her
"Tara what are you talking about? Lawrence's worried sick-"
"You do know I know what you are?" She growls
"what greedy, disgusting, and horrid creature you are" her eyes finally move to me and the look in them frightens me
Her words cut deep and I'm at a loss of breath hearing that "Tara...wha-" I can't choke up my words
Tears are running down both our cheeks, hers in anger, mine in emotional pain.
"It's all your fault, you're going to ruin everything for everyone..." Her eyes are surrounded by running black mascara as her eyes flicker back at me, anger spewing from her,
"but not before I ruin you....they'll all want you, you'll probably like it though being the creature you are"
"What are you talking about Tara?!" I scream at her, her rambling is confusing the hell out of me
She laughs lightly and flicks the lighter back on
"you'll see, they'll come...me and Lawrence will have our happy ending" her eyes turn to me
"you don't get one"
The next moments move in slow motion, the lighter stays lit as Tara opens her hand and lets the lighter fall to the ground. But she turns from me with one last hateful and pained stare and climbs out the window. I gasp as she jumps down, out into the rain. A second later I look down at the lighter and as soon as it hits the ground, flames erupt and spread everywhere.
I gasp and turn towards the doorway, just as I reach the hall my ears ring and heat explodes around me. I fly across the hallways and fall to the floor. I hit my head, hard, against the hardwood and I'm dazed. I feel hot searing pain on my back and I try to move. My eyes shift to my room and all I see is fire, hot, red fire.
I hear a slamming sound, and next
"Get out! Everyone get out!" A deep voice echoes in my ringing ears
I hear my Mother and Father yell and then their footsteps, running out the door. I too try to move, but my body is weak and heavy, my back burning and head throbbing. With the ringing I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. The room seems to be spinning but my eyes finally focus on him.
"Claire! Holy fuck Claire" I feel him touch my cheek but my eyes fight to stay open
He try's to pick me up but I wince and groan when he touches my burns
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he says and moves his hands to my neck and back of my legs, picking me up bridal style
I smell the smoke and choke on it while he picks me up, the flames still running high as he brings me down stairs. He holds me tightly to him but slowly I feel myself slipping, slipping away into the darkness.
Martin's next words becomes mixed and jumbled but I hear them
"no Claire, please stay awake" he begs but I close my eyes, away from the fire, the pain, the smell and into the darkness