Yes, sir

CHAPTER 20

A/N: At the end of chapter :) 

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Clare's POV

My eyes started watering at the mere thought of him not being alive anymore. I could barely contain my sobs. Not only had I ignored him earlier when he spoke to me, I fucking murdered him!

My small hands covered my face as tears streamed down my heated cheeks.

"Hey." I heard Nicolas speak gently as he sat next to me on the cold floor. "Don't worry, we're going to find a way to get out of this." He said as he pulled me into his chest.

I heard his heart literally pounding against his ribcage and let myself fall in his embrace but kept my eyes on the floor-to-ceiling window of the kitchen, not wanting to see the corpse.

My throat was burningly tight as I tried to stop myself from crying. I'm already starting to miss Elias. Had he not been a fucking bastard, nothing such would have happened. We would still be together and we would even have been to fucking France a week ago.

It's a weird feeling when you know that the person who used to touch your skin with his hot hands, and kiss you with warm lips, is now as cold as the expensive granite that was used as the kitchen table.

I didn't want to see him right away, I wanted to think that he was still alive. That he would talk about globalisation in class tomorrow, boring the hell out of us for an hour. I would watch him, how he excitedly shared his knowledge with us. I would also stare at his crotch, a hobby I had from the beginning of the year. He was a sadistic and sarcastic motherfucker. He was fucked up in so many ways, but also fucking awesome.

"You okay?" Nicolas asked.

I shrugged, not wanting to speak. I cursed myself as I thought of my parents. They were going to murder me...however, they didn't have to know.

Gathering my courage, I got to my feet, my legs felt wobbly making me think I would fall from mental exhaustion any moment as I walked to his lifeless body.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered. "Should we take him away from here?" I asked Nicolas and he nodded.

I didn't want to think Elias was gone, but matter-of-factly, he was, and there was no point in us being caught. I was partly disgusted as to how I was dealing with this. Instead of mourning the death of the person I loved, I actually already knew where I would hide him.

Am I a murderer?

I shuddered at the thought as Nicolas trotted to us. He bent to retrieve Elias' lifeless arm from the opposite side of where I was standing and hung it around his shoulders. I did the same on my side.

"Fuck, he's heavy." I could hear the alive man next to me breathe and I couldn't agree enough, Elias was really heavy.

And really dead. My consciousness mocked me in a cynical way.

We were slowly walking out of the marbled kitchen. This date has turned terribly sour. One moment we were making out, the other we were dragging the lifeless body of the man I actually love into my childhood wooden cottage in hopes no one would find him.

The thought of all this made my stomach churn and made me want to puke the life out of myself. I couldn't cry anymore, but I couldn't say goodbye to Elias either. Just as we approached the front door, we noticed it was opening up by itself, as if it were possessed.

My skin crawled at the scenery. This day was dreadful.

I suddenly felt all of Elias' weight on me, making me scream and Nicolas followed in my footsteps, crying his lungs out, holding his hands up in defence. I looked at him and noticed he had dropped the arm at his side and stood frozen in horror. I couldn't hold him alone either even though I tried my best. Eventually, Elias slid from my grasp and landed on the floor with a loud thud. My heart was beating in my ear.