Dreams

Home again

Michaels POV

When I received Chandler’s text, I felt so happy. Claire was on her way home. I hoped she was okay. When I arrived at the airport, I saw that they had just opened the doors, meaning the plane had just touched down. I stood there, grinning like an idiot, waiting for Claire to step out. Finally, a guy, whom I’m guessing was Chandler, emerged, and my smile instantly dropped. He was carrying Claire, and she didn’t look good.

I rushed to greet him, as he laid her down across some chairs. As I got closer I noticed she looked pale, really, really pale.

“What happened to her!?” I asked, looking at Chandler. He shrugged.

“Those cuts on her arm started bleeding again,”

“And you didn’t try to stop it!?”

“I was going to, but, I really didn’t care,”

“She could have died!” I almost yelled at him, and again, he just shrugged. I reached into my pocket, and handed him the money I knew I owed him. He took it, counted it, and then walked away. I picked Claire up, and took her home.

Claires POV

*Later that afternoon*

I woke up in a bed. I slowly sat up, feeling dizzy again. My arm was bandaged again. As I looked around the room, I realized that I was in Michaels room.

Wait.

This isn’t good. No, I needed to get out of here. I needed to get to my mom. Suddenly, I remembered everything. The guy in the airport that chased me, yeah, I don’t like him. He must have brought me back. Ugh, this was just perfect! I slowly stood up, and walked into the connected bathroom. I splashed water on my face, and finally, the dizzy feeling subsided. Now, to find a way out of here.

I made my way back into the bedroom, and to the door. I stepped into the hallway, not seeing or hearing anything. I started toward the front door, just as Michael turned the corner coming from the kitchen.

“Claire! Where are you going!?” he asked, starting to walk toward me.

No. No. No. I ran across the room, and threw the door open, only to run straight into…you guessed it, Chandler.

Because of the sudden impact, he stumbled back a little, and I took that as my opportunity to run past him. Of course…it didn’t work. His arms stretched out and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me back.

“Running away already?” he asked, shoving me back in the direction of Michael. Michael reached out and grabbed my waist, the same as Chandler had just done.

“Let me go!” I shrieked. Michaels hold on my tightened.

“Claire! Stop it! Why do you want to leave so badly?” his voice seemed confused, scared, and worried.

“Michael! Just let me go! You don’t understand!” I screamed at him, trying to get away again. Michael sighed and pulled me into the house.

“Claire, I can’t let you leave. We both know it isn’t safe,” he said, sitting down on the couch, pulling me down next to him. His hands moved, and one gripped my arm. I sighed, I couldn’t get away from him at the moment.

“You done with your little escape plan?” Chandler asked.

“Why are you here!?” I glared at him.

“You’re friend Mikey wants me to stay around, in case you try and run from him again,” Chandler smirked and sat down in the chair.

“I really don’t like you,” I stated simply.

“It’s a mutual feeling,” he said, that smirk never leaving his face.  I looked back at Michael, finally understanding.

“Wait…you hired him!?!?” I asked. Michael looked a little uncomfortable.

“Uhm, yeah. Yeah, I did,”

“Why?” I felt kind of hurt, “Didn’t you trust me? I told you that I would come back eventually, didn’t I?” my voice showed just how much this bothered me.

“Claire, I do trust you. But I was worried about you, I needed you home,” Michael tried defending himself.

“Michael! You don’t understand! I have to go! Now!” I was shouting at him again. He sighed and put his head in his hands, not realizing he just let me go.

I looked around and noticed that Chandler wasn’t in the room anymore either. I stood up quietly, and started making my way toward the door without Michael noticing. I took a deep breath, and threw the door open, running outside.

“Claire!” I heard Michael shout behind me, but I kept running.

Did I get very far? I guess so. Was I stopped? Of course I was. By none other than…Chandler.

He tackled me down from behind, pinning me once again.

“What…where did you come from!?” I asked as he pulled me up and back toward the house. He laughed slightly, continuing to pull me towards the house. Once I was inside, again, I collapsed onto the couch, too tired to run away again.

“Claire, why do you keep running away?” Michael sat next to me. I’d just about had it with these boys. They didn’t understand. I needed to leave.

I ignored Michael and stood up, walking down the hall and back into the bedroom. I shut the door, locked it, and pulled out my phone. Scrolling through the recent calls, I found the number that must belong to my mother. I pressed it, and brought the phone to my ear, listening.

As it rang, I walked over to the bed and sat down.

“Claire?” my mom answered.

“Yeah, mom I’m sorry,”

“Claire, where are you? Didn’t you get on the right flight?”

“I did, but Michael had hired someone to come get me, and bring me back. I’m stuck here in California,” I explained. I heard my mom sigh.

“I can’t come and get you…” she said, but I could tell she was thinking something. “Ah-ha!” she suddenly said, scaring me a little bit.

“What?” I asked, hopefully she had a plan that could get me out of here.

“You said Michael hired someone to take you back there, to California, right?” she inquired.

“Yeah, and now he’s here with Michael and I’m under house arrest,” I grumbled.

“Then I hire someone better to get you and bring you to me,” she said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I guess you could do that, but this guy, he isn’t amateur,”

“I can find someone better,” my mom said in a matter of face tone.

“Alright….” After that, the line went dead.

(A/N): So, will her mom find someone better? What’s going to happen when the two people meet? Thanks for reading! c: