Searc.

Chapter 2: Threats from the Love Triangle

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE"! I screamed into the phone, as angry as I was he had no right to respond. "YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU CAUSED SHIT-FACE"! He laughed at my anger with that deviant laugh. "There is no need to yell Clara...I only spoke to him nothing more..."

I could feel his sarcastic grin through the phone, "I HATE YOU"! I uttered under my breath and shook my head. "I know you talked to him i'm not stupid! It's what you said to him Donnie he's angry enough to the point he is trying to come back to the U.S"!

He just laughed again at my expence, "Good, let him show his face here again. Whats he gonna do fight me"?

I was gritting my teeth in anger everytime I felt that shit-faced liars smile just waiting for my emotions to overflow, soon I had come up with a pretty nice comeback that would wipe a grin from anyones face!

"Well...I mean even if he did try to fight you it would be a bit of a hassle...seeing that your all of five foot three and he is a towering six foot four or should I say...a REAL mans height".

I could hear him growling into the phone like a deranged animal, his words were shallow and cocky but still all around halarious!

"Fine! I guess you never loved a real man though we both know theres one part of me that has its man-hood! and besides I know KA-RA-TE!!! so tell him good luck"!

At this point the only thing I was doing was trying not to die from laughter, though he was a triple black belt his threat level was low.

"Alright i'll tell him to watch out for the eye of the midget". After that I started to laugh hystarically as he screamed some profane sentances into the phone and hung up.

The morning that followed that phone call seemed to move between slow and stop, everything I did and tried to achieve somehow, was out of reach or just to much effort for what I had the energy to do. Although it did seem, however that everyone around me was having just as bad of a start.

"Morning mom, sleep well?" I gumbled as I trudged into the kitchen but got no answer just a very hungover stare. "Alright....guess thats a no..." I grabbed some yogurt from the fridge and started toward the couch before I was stopped by my dad.

"hey sweetie, sleep ok"? He smiled as if there was some trap to be layed.

"yeah, slept fine can I go sit down?" I moved around him and sat on the couch.

"Well ofcourse! You just seemed to not have gotten alot of sleep last night thats all..."

I shot him a glare then rolled my eyes, "slept fine, like a baby, can I eat now!" my tone got very defencive, "SHIT!" I thought in my head "he will know somethings up now..."

He became very hushed then spoke "sure...i'm off to work anyway, Bye Lisa bye Clara..." he then walked out the door and locked it behind him.

After I ate and watched some TV I got up and walked back to my room...but not before my mom could stop me...

"And where are you going?" she said in a demanding tone.

"Going to get dressed then go to work, something you wouldnt know much about". You see my mom only works 2 days a week for three hours while the rest of the house works 12 to 18 hour days.

She mummbled somthing under her breath while I shut the door to get ready for work, I was waitress at the local bar restraunt Mr. B's and though it was family owned they knew our family and gave me a job.

Black jeans and an OK football jearsey (the familys from Oklahoma but lives in Texas) along with some dark eye makeup to cover my scar.

I gathered my phone and my purse and headed for the door, It seemed like everyone was against me at this moment because before I could shut the door behind me I heard my mom yell, "HAND ME YOUR PHONE!"

I was confused and utterly afarid as to why but I did as she said and handed it to her as she snatched it and slammed the door. "Crazy bitch"! I grumbled angerly as I walked to my car.

I turned the ignition and drove 3 blocks to the hometown bar. "Morning Claire"! I head the owner, Jan say with some enthusiasem.

"Morning indeed"! I replied "But not a good one". I walked behind the bar and put on my half apron she followed and leaned against the wooden panel. "Why not dear? Boy trouble"? though she was a sweet lady she couldnt help sometimes but get nosey.

I laughed, "Boys, parents, and everything in-between"! I walked around and sat on the nearist bar stool waiting for my shift to start.

Soon a few people walked in, not alot but enough to manage. Some frequents and some new people came in and out till about 3:00 which was our slow time. I cleaned some tables while the other waiters took their break outside, then the door opened again.

"Welcome to Mr.B's"! I stated in a fake peppy tone, my back was turned to the door so I had hoped it was just a silent old couple.

"Well well well, look who it is! Claraella the distressed princess". I felt my anger rising then fear. "There was only one person who ever called me that stupid nickname...oh fuck..." I stood up and turned around slowly.

He was smiling with a soul taking smile...leaning againt my newly shined table..."The bastard"! I thought.

"Well you could always keep working love...I was enjoying that view". I slapped him and he immedantly lunged at me knocking me to the floor. "Don't you EVER talk to me that way! understood"? He pinned me down by my wrists and snarrled in my face, I struggled for awhile then remembered my legs were not being held! I then relaxed my arms till his grip loosened. Then, my 6 inch heel was in the dead center of his balls. His eyes widened as he fell to the floor in immense pain, "GOD...FUCKING...DAMMIT!" He was screaming like a child as he struggled to stand, I laughed, "Yeah oh by the way I hadn't spoke, I hit you." I got up and dusted myself off before returning to my cleanup.

He picked himself up off the floor and leaned against a small cafe table, "Yeah well your fist made it very clear to my face to piss off...don't you want to know why I'm here?" As much as it hadn't crossed my mind I acted interested,

"Well maybe you should listen to my fist then it's quite wise...but before you go...state your reason."

He grinned at me then pushed his phone across the table, almost as if he was to happy to even say it aloud, but sadly...

"It's you're precious lover boy, Aidan, he said he wants to break up." I felt my heart drop into my stomach as my fist clenched into a tight ball, "I...I don't believe you! You honestly think he wo-"

"If you don't believe me...look for yourself..." He backed away as I read through the old texts.

Soon my eyes were filled to the brim with tears, it seemed to be a nightmare I just couldn't wake up from...a personal hell. Here is what was said:

Donnie: hey man! Heard you already left town...bummer ;(

Aidan: Piss off runt I know what you want.

Donnie: Hey chill guy...look I know you love her and all but like...don't you miss sex and shit like that?

Aidan: Stop texting me that's none of you're business...

Donnie: what? You cheating on her or something bruh?!

Aidan: NEVER!!! >:( I could never hurt her like that...but ya know I do think we should see other people maybe...

Aidan: NOW QUIT TEXTING ME!

Donnie: It's cool I get it I won't tell her you wanna break up...you mind if I do her?

Aidan: UH DUDE YEAH!?! The fucks wrong with you?!?

Donnie: night looser! ;P

I punched his arm as he sat next to me, "people take breaks all the time...and why are you so concerned with my sex life!"

He laughed and snatched his phone pinning my arms to the table, "because my love...the minute that he leaves I'll be right there to snatch you like the whore you are...GOT IT!"

I gulped remembering our last go around at a relationship and how he almost drove me to suicide, I felt tears stream down my lowered head as I nodded in compliance.

"...got it"