Dreams

Almost to the breaking point

Chandlers POV

I turned and saw Claire staring at me. She slowly walked towards me.

“You did what now?” she asked in a calm voice that we both knew was forced. Before I had the chance to reply to her, her hand flashed out, slapping me across the face. Not going to lie, it stung a bit, but not much, she was just a weak little girl.

After hitting me, she got dizzy, and had to sit down. I looked over at her and laughed.

“You’re such an idiot. You knew you weren’t strong enough to hurt me, yet you tried anyway! And you’re the one that ended up hurt,” I paused, seeing her look up at me. “What? You going to go run to the bathroom and cut yourself? I don’t care. Kill yourself for all I care. I honestly don’t know thy Michael even wants you around anymore!” I finished my mini rant, and left the house.

Claires POV

After he left, I just sat there. I didn’t know what I was feeling exactly. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. I felt sad, angry, empty, and lost. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there, thinking. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael get up and start walking around the house.

After a few minutes, he came back over to me.

“Claire! What are you doing!” He yelled, pulling my arms apart. Hu, I didn’t even realize that I’d been digging my nails into my arm. I looked down, and saw a dozen, bloody half circles on my arm.  Oops.

After a couple minutes, he let my arms go, and made a phone call. Another few minutes passed, and Chandler came strolling through the door. Michael just nodded at him, looked at me, and left.

I waited, and then ran down the hall-not very fast, I was still quite dizzy-and into the bedroom, locking the door.

I heard Chandler yell at me to open the door, but I didn’t want to. I hated that man. Suddenly, the door smashed open, shards of wood flying everywhere. He stalked over to me, grabbed my arm, and dragged (I’m not using this term lightly) me out of the room. As we passed by the now broken door, I reached down and grabbed some of the wooden pieces, they were really sharp. Once we were back in the living room, he tossed me onto the couch.

“You move again, and ill knock you out, got it?” he said, and I knew it wasn’t really a threat…it was a promise. I just nodded my head.

Michaels POV

When chandler left after saying those things to Claire, to say I was shocked would be a big understatement. I couldn’t risk her hurting herself again, so I went through the house, gathering all the sharp objects and hiding them. I was walking back into the living room, when I noticed Claire digging her nails into her skin.

“Claire! What are you doing!?” I yelled, pulling her arms apart. I held them for a few minutes, and when I felt she wouldn’t try it again, I let go. I called chandler and told him to come back and watch Claire, I needed to go to the store. Even if he didn’t like it, he needed to make sure she didn’t hurt herself while I was gone, that is, if he wanted his extra money. Which I knew he did.

Once I reached the store, I made a mental checklist of the things I needed to buy.

One of those small safes, to lock the sharp objects in. Some rope, I wouldn’t hesitate to tie Claire down is she continued trying to hurt herself. Food, we were running low, and Claire needed to eat a lot anyway.

After going over the small list a few times, I walked into the store, buying it all. I had just enough money to cover it, good.

I started my short journey back home. When I got inside, I noticed Claire sitting in the far corner of the couch, silently crying. Chandler was lounging in the chair, on the other side of the room. When he saw me, he stood up.

“Now that you’re back, I’m leaving. Have fun with…that,” he spoke, and it angered me so much I wanted to hit him, but I knew that I’d loose that fight.

After he was gone, I walked into the guest bedroom, where I had hid the sharp objects. I locked them in the safe, and hid the safe as well. I left the rope in the bedroom, and walked back to the kitchen. I put all the food away, and went to sit next to Claire.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No, Michael, I’m not. My mom, someone I thought was dead for the past three years, is alive. But some psychopath, also known as Chandler, took her,” she practically screamed. She was right, if I was her, I would be pretty mad. “I just want to go to sleep,” she said, curling into a ball and closing her eyes.

“Goodnight,” I said. I moved over to the chair, incase she wanted to stretch out on the couch. After a few minutes, I could tell she was already asleep. I turned on some random channel, and a movie started playing.

I could feel myself drifting to sleep as well. I tried to stay awake, but eventually the struggle became impossible, and I fell into a really deep sleep.

(A/N): Thank you so much for reading. Don’t get mad at the way Chandler treated her, its just a story, and hes just a character. So, yeah. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to read it.

Any ideas? I’m struggling with a little bit of writers block, and I would love to hear what you guys want me to add to the story.

Thanks again! xx