Arrow and Dark Mist

A week later/Dexter?

Clara's POV
It's been a week and I haven't tried reading those letter because... I didn't want to go through reading all of those finding out what my dad has planned for me. Like is this how I serve his legacy?!
I shake my head sitting in the limo, my driver was taking me to the company I needed to check out some things that my dad has in his Office. Otherwise I was going to pay visit to Dexter and lie about something urgent. My hand was wrapped this morning because I went to the hospital.
Those doctors where nice enough to give me sedatives to numb the aching pain. I couldn't help but I got a missed text from Ollie last week. I finally opened it today though.
'Alright but when I get back, tell tommy all three of us should get Drinks'. I smile a little I did have sorta a small crush on Oliver Queen.
He was quite the charmer but I knew better than to go with him.
I only know Oliver Queen and his Best friend Tommy Merlyn for a year and yet they both are weird knuckleheads.

I look outside my window seeing all the buildings, all of them almost tall as the sky. Practically reaching the clouds. This city I live in they call it the city of dreams.
But for me it reminds me of everything my family had. I'm still trying to cling and make a difference I have to fight for my company.
Dexter is running the show but when I am 18. I'm going to big places and going to need some help for running a company. I let my head sit against the window while it rains. It was good I haven't seen it rain here in starling city for awhile. I liked the rain the smell of it just reminds of the Forest I traveled to 3 years ago.
I remember seeing Tigers, Monkeys. And lots of amazing and colorful fish. I was really tired and needed some rest. So I shut my eyes taking a small breath. I started to take a small nap before visiting Dexter.
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Don't try anything to me, I don't want to be left alone! Please mom fight for me! Fight for dad! Don't say goodbye everything our family has built is going to be at my hands, please mama I cannot face this alone.........

You'll have Dexter he will stay and protect you the deed is done, your father is scheduled to be buried next month. It's time to say goodbye I promise you sweetheart Dexter will look after you.... You are the last of our legacy. Make it count and please don't ever come and see me until you are ready.
Dexter pulls me away from my mother I was kicking and screaming whole they gave her shot and knocked her out. Those doctors dragged her into her cell whole I screamed for my mom.
"Mom! Mom! I will fight for you! I love you!". I kept screaming Dexter was holding me back until he dragged me to the limo. I faced him hitting his chest as hard as I can. "Leave me alone! I fucking hate you Dexter!". I yelled. He didn't look at me his eyes where puffy. The driver put my in the limo while I tried to escape and get my mother.
The driver wouldn't budge he shoved me down putting my seatbelt on me and locking the doors. I screamed hitting the window.
Please let me see her once last time. I can't face this by myself. "Mom". I muttered.
Dexter sat down beside me pulling me into his shoulder. I started to cry on his chest. "My father is gone, I can't lose my mother. I just can't".
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Clara's POV
I jolted awake opening my eyes the limo has stopped. I blink a few times. I haven't had that dream in so... Long. It was terrifying I had to relive it all of it again.
I look outside the window we are parked across the street, at this small coffee shop. I unbuckled my seatbelt and grab my phone and wallet. Mr Morgan opens my door.
I get out giving him a reassuring smile. I look across to see Dexter. He comes walking out of building wearing his suit and tie. As usual. I hurry walking across the street Dexter smiles at me a little.
He shooed our driver away and he took my arm walking me. "I thought he was taking me to the Company". I said Dexter shakes his head.
"Well I haven't seen you in a week, so I decided we can get something to eat and talk". Dexter says.
I nodded before sneezing twice. "Yeah something warm sounds good". Dexter chuckles before he holds the front door for me.
I walk inside to see lots of people on one side of the room and there was one booth that was open. Dexter walks me over to the booth.
I pull away from his grip and sit down. I glance at Dexter he looked like he went through Something rough. "So we are just going to talk?". I ask. He looks at me. "Yeah, normal Families do it. So why not us?". Dexter says.
I gulp down hard. Dexter is somewhat family to me but do even I call him dad or? Just plain old Dexter? "Sorry Dexter but my family is not normal". I replied. He sighs looking at the menu before clicking his tongue. "Sorry I didn't mean to bring it up". Dexter says his voice sounding soft. I laugh before looking at the menu.
Ooh they have Chicken strips with Ranch, some cherry pop.
Just what I needed no more fancy food for tonight.
The waitress comes around with her little Notepad and pencil. "What can I get you Mr. Guerre? And miss Guerre?". She asks. God I hate when they call me Ms Guerre. I sigh looking at Dexter he nervously chuckles. "I'll have some Your famous Burgers and spaghetti".
She smiles than writes it down. I sit patiently before she turns to me. "I'll take some Chicken strips with ranch and a cherry soda".
I say she nods before Dexter stops her. "Make that two Large cherry sodas". Dexter says.
The waitress walks away re writing our order. My phone started to buzz I looked down seeing a Text from a number. 'Better watch your self pertrova".
Dexter eyed me before noticing there was something wrong about me. "Hey what's up?". Dexter asks. I hand him my phone. He reads the tests and looks worried.
"So I got a call today from the Hospital, what happened to your hand?". Dexter asks before handing me my phone back. What the hell why can't he take this Serious?!
"I landed on It funny and broke a glass vase". I reply he nods before our food comes around the corner. The waitress puts it down. Dexter makes eye contact with me before he looks away. What's his problem? He seems... Scared or terrified. "Hey you're going to be fine, I get texts like these all the time".
Dexter says. I take a drink of my pop. Really?
Does he actually get texts or calls all day? I sigh realizing he is right. I'm sure Dexter does care for me and probably has someone to watch out for me. "Yeah but I need to you show something when we head home".