Clarissa's Past [COMPLETED]

Chapter 14

*3 days later*

Clarissa's POV:

Who is this man? Why do I dream about him abusing be every night? Did I have some sort of connection with him? Did dad know him?

Why did he look so familiar? I don't remember seeing him anywhere. Then why does he seem familiar?

And above all, why does he calls me Alexis?

These were the questions swarming around in my head as I drew his face on the blank sheet of paper.

He seem familiar but I couldn't place a finger on where I've seen him. I'm pretty sure that I have spent a lot of time with him because of the fact that I recognize him from the day I started having night terrors.

Who is he? Does anyone in my family know him? Is Max related to him?

I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I was sitting in my not-a-secret-anymore room. I looked up and saw Alan and Will walk in.

I closed the sketchbook so nobody would see what I drew. This was my personal sketchbook. I drew out all of my dreams that I have every night in it.

"To what do I owe the honor of your presence?" I asked.

"What are you doing?" Alan asked.

"Nothing much. Why?"

They took a seat on the vacant chairs, that for some reason were in here.

"Because, we want to see your works. All of them." Will said.

"Why?" I asked as I put the sketchbook in the drawer.

"Because we have nothing else to do. Honestly. We've done our homework and now we are bored." Will said.

I laughed and took out the filled sketchbooks from one of the drawers in the dresser. I put them on the desk in a pile.

Will took one and started looking through it as if it was a photo album.

"When were these made?"Will asked.

"The dates are written at the front cover of every sketchbook."

He flipped it to the front and said, "You had this room for over three years?"

"Yeah." I said.

"Claire, who is this?" Alan asked, showing me the drawing of him. I might have forgotten to tear that page out.

"I don't know." I said looking at him.

"Then why draw him if you don't know him?" He asked.

"He is the same man I see in my dreams every night. I don't know why but he seems familiar to me and I have this gut feeling that I know him but I've never seen him anywhere."

"Claire...." William said.

"Hmm?"

He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. He looked like he was having an internal battle about whether he should say it or not.

He finally came a conclusion and said, "I have to talk to dad."

And left the room.

I looked at Alan and he said, "I'll go with him," and left as well.

Who is he? It was clear the Will and Alan knew him. So who is he?

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William's POV:

I left Claire behind in her art room.

I have to talk to dad. And now.