Keeping Claire

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve

Claire’s POV-

                Confusion. Mass confusion was going on inside of my head. I couldn’t believe, much less process, what Cody had said to me; or what he promised me, for that matter. I didn’t know that someone could have such faith in something that was so broken.

                I got up and walked into my bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. Who was I? I was nobody. So why does somebody like Cody decide to swoop in and give me a better life? He deserved someone way better. But he says that he will do anything and everything to make me okay again. It isn’t that I don’t want him around me. It’s quite the opposite, actually. But I truly believe that he deserves something better.

                I’m just the shell of what used to be, not something that can be fixed. I wanted to be able to like, and maybe even love, Cody. But I couldn’t do that if I couldn’t be fixed. It’s like my heart wanted to love, but my mind wouldn’t open up and let anyone in.

                But I knew that things wouldn’t get better if I didn’t let them. Screw the bad things that could happen. It isn’t like I have much to lose anyway.

                But what about Kayla? She doesn’t stop something unless she gets what she wants. Right now, she wanted me out of her way so that she could have Cody. That puts an even bigger target on my back. How could I let myself love if someone was telling me that I shouldn’t be allowed to live.

                I walked over to bed and flopped down onto it. Then, for the thousandth time today, I cried. I sat there for I don’t know how long and felt the salty liquid fall from my eyes. I didn’t know that such a small person could contain so much water inside of them. But apparently it was possible. I thought that I had cried out all of my tears long ago. This wasn’t the case.

                After the tears quit falling, I glanced at the clock. Great. Cody would be here in twenty minutes and I hadn’t even picked out an outfit.

                This being the case, I wiped the remaining tears from my face and found a pair of skinny jeans. After yanking them on, I decided to wear a long-sleeved turquoise top. It covered up my wrists’ scars. After that, I put on minimal mascara and foundation. Just as I had yanked on my favorite pair of Vans, I heard a knock at the door.

                I went to open it, but before I did, I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. My face was still red and streaked from crying so much. Great. I looked like crap. Oh well.

                When I opened the door, I looked up to find Cody’s cheeky grin. I couldn’t hold back the grin that was caused by his presence. He put his arms around me and, because of our height difference, picked me up off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck, loving the feeling I got when he hugged me. It felt like I was safe from harm, safe from the world.

                He let me down then looked at my face. He started to frown at what he saw. “What’s wrong?” Concern instantly filled his voice.

                “Nothing. I’m fine.” I said, willing him in my mind to just drop the subject.

                Luckily, he did. “Okay.” He said simply, but I could still tell that he wanted to know what was wrong. “Are you ready to go?” He asked, his trademark grin reappearing on his face.

                I smiled slightly. “Yeah, let me grab my stuff.” I said as I walked inside. I could hear him follow me into the apartment. As I was putting various items into my bag, I could feel Cody’s eyes on me.

                “What?” I said, looking back at him.

                “Oh, you know, just admiring my date.” He said.

                I’m pretty sure I blushed tons of shades of red. “Oh.”

                I stood up and put my bag over my shoulder. “Ready.” I said simply.

                After that we exited the apartment, locking it up. We walked to the car and got in. Then, we sped off.