Cuffed by Will

XXXIII. Far Away

Side Note - Song is Far Away by Nickelback
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Friday, 1st June, 2015.

I switched off my phone and flung it to the other side of the room before burying my face in the pillows. Lucy must have heard from Noah about what happened with Ezra and me and now she's on a mission to fill my call log and inbox. Is one day to mop in bed too much to ask for?

After what happened yesterday with the polygraph test which felt like my own personal Pandora's Box, I holed myself up in my bedroom and let it out. I didn't even stick around long enough to hear Ezra's response to my nervous breakdown. God knew I could kill to know what he thought. What I wouldn't give to peer into his mind and understand his way of thought. But now it was just too late. We both have lost everything and I didn't believe we could get anything back.

Just when I was about to drift into limbo, I heard a loud banging sound on my front door. I raised my head and looked at my head board. Could it be? Did he come here to explain? Maybe to talk it out? Maybe to... make it work? Was he hit with realization? Could we finally have a happy ending? Unabashed questions whizzed through my head and an involuntary smile creept its way to my lips. Strung up with energy I haven't felt in ages, I jumped out of bed and raced through my flat to the door. Would he look perfect? Or would he look like he's been in the same hell as I have been since yesterday? No matter what, he was still beautiful and I loved him for everything he was.

Although, when I opened the door, my smile dropped and I forced my head out of la-la fairytale land. This was reality, Clara, deal with it.

"Lucy," I said with clear disappointment in my tone. I didn't even bother hiding it. All that energy which mysteriously appeared when the doorbell rang now escaped when the door was opened.

"Yeah, Lucy, the woman who was worried sick about you since yesterday." She muttered and I winced. "Don't you know how to answer your phone? Or reply to at least one of the few texts I sent?"

"Thousands," I corrected and she glared at me. I sighed and turned on my heel to walk inside. "Can't I get some time to wallow in my self-pity?"

"No. I'm going to make you some coffee since I'm pretty sure you haven't moved out of your bed since yesterday and then we are going out." She closed the door behind her and I groaned at the last few words.

"Do we have to, mom?" I flopped down on the couch and took a pillow on my face.

"Yes, honey. And we are going to call that sweet candy by the name of Evan and get you some rebound sex." She said in a mommy voice and I couldn't help but laugh with her.

"I don't think I can do that so soon." I replied honestly and took in the wonderful scent of brewing coffee. My stomach grumbled on its own accord and I was sure Lucy heard it too.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Breakfast."

"Yesterday? God, Clara." I could feel her eyes throwing daggers at me and I felt defeated. I thought she'd think I ate breakfast today but the lie had been looked through... sadly.

After a few minutes, Lucy handed me a mug of deliciousness and flopped down besides me with her own mug full.

"How's Ezra?" I blurted out of nowhere and burned bright red sheepishly. Tomato, the unbidden thought came from nowhere. Ezra would have called me a tomato.

"Noah didn't say much. Just that he isn't fine." She shrugged and I took on a pained expression.

"Probably missing the inheritance. I practically handed it to the real devil." Guilt surged through me and I felt my hands shake on their own so I put my mug down on the coffee table.