Twilight (Quil and Claire)

Chapter 21

~Claire's POV~

It was dark. I couldn't see.

I felt my eyelids flutter. My eyelids were heavy. I couldn't lift them.

I tired again.

My finger twitched.

I tried to speak.

All that came out was a moan.

"Claire?" someone asked.

I think it was Emily. I'm pretty sure....

I tried opening my eyes again. It worked.

I saw brightness. My eyes focused. I was the lights in the hallway in the ceiling.

I looked around and I was Emily kneeling over me.

"Claire? You okay?" she asked unsure.

"Yeah....." I mumbled.

I tried sitting up. A pair of hands reached out to help me.

I looked up to see whose hands they were and saw a man.

This man was pretty tall but not quite as tall as Sam.

He looked about 5,9" and weighed about 150. He had jet black hair that was greased back. He wore a black tux and shiny black shoes.

He had no facial hair. I could see a small cut on his neck from where he cut himself shaving.

He was way paler than what I'm use to since I live with a bunch of wolves. Paler than me.

His eyes were....well I knew where I got my eyes from. Emerald green.

It was my dad.

I grabbed his hands. They were soft. I expected them to be rough. But then again he is a businessman and probably doesn't do a lot of hands on work like Sam does.

He helped me stand up but didn't let go of my hands.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

His voice was deep. Kinda like one of those guys on a sales commercial.

"Yeah. I'm fine....what happened exactly?" I asked confused.

"Well I opened up the door and then you fell over...." he told me.

I thought about my illness. One of the symptoms were dizziness and light-headed.

I nodded.

"I'm just tired...." I lied.

He chuckled.

"Well I'm glad I finally get to meet you. Why don't you guys come in. Make yourselves at home", he said gesturing towards the door.

Emily walked in and I came in behind her.

I hear barking.

A medium size dog ran up to us. A pitbull.

It jumped around and its slobber dripped everywhere including my pants and shoes.

It jumped up on my and placed its front paws on my stomach. He almost knocked me over.

"Russell!" my dad yelled. He whistled and the dog ran over to him.

"I'll go put him up. Please, sit down, get comfy", he said pointing to the couch.

We processed to the couch. It was a nice couch. Black leather. Very comfy.

I looked around at his house. The walls were painted white. A huge window was on the wall. I glanced outside of it and we were really high up.