Far from Fierce

Chapter 2;We make our own bed in life

Claire woke up with a massive headache. She could hear her mom chanting upstairs. Her mom, Clarissa, worshipped Satan And often tried to sacrifice Claire. Luckily, Claire either snuck out of the house at night, was at school and stayed with her friends, or simply hid from her mother. Claire hated how her name was her mothers nickname. She was nothing like her mother, and she'd never be! She looked like her father and acted like him, how could she ever be similar to a bitch like Clarissa Lux?

"Did y'all really have to leave me in the shed?' Aj sent to their group chat at about 9, Claire then realized it was 11. "Oh boo hoo, get over it you're 17" James said. "Hey James, could you pick me up soon?" Claire sent to James. "Sure" was the only reply she got. Claire slowly got up from bed. 'How the hell did I get home?' She know realized. Oh well, at least she was home. Claire walked into the kitchen and reached on top of the fridge for ibuprofen. "I see you finally woke up Claire" her mother said. Clarissa hid her face from her daughter, but Claire could hear her crying. She knew she looked so much like her father and younger sister.

"I'm sorry Claire, it's just, every time I look at you I see Jackson and Dessa". Claire's father passed away only a week ago, but Dessa had been dead for nearly 5 years. Jackson died of a heart attack and Dessa was hit by a car. "James is coming to pick me up soon" Claire said, ignoring her mothers weeps. Claire hated her mother, she hated everything about her. The only thing Clarissa did was create Claire, and nothing more. Claire slept in the tiny basement with only a mattress, bookshelf, and dresser. Claire stole the phone, stole money, stole food, built the bookshelf and dresser, but the mattress was her and Dessa's old one.

Claire walked outside and to the back of her house, lighting a cigarette in the process. "Oh please bitch, if you gave a shit about them you would've treated them better. You beat their asses any time you got the chance. And you wonder why Dessa ran into the road" Claire said to herself. She thought about what James said last night. 'Smoking kills'. And so what? In the end they were all dead, so why did it matter?

It was August 12th 2010, Claire and Dessa played outside. Claire was only 12 at the time and Dessa was 10. "Sissy, look what Clarissa did" Dessa Said, rolling up her sleeves to reveal bruises up and down her arms. The sisters refused to call Clarissa their mother. "She's a bitch" Claire mumbled. "Sissy, not cussing! You know I don't like strong language" Dessa said, smirking. Claire laughed "sorry sis, she's a prick". That was the last time Claire ever smiled. Dessa stood up and looked around. "Whatcha lookin' for sis?" Claire said. Dessa bent over a kissed her sister on the forehead. "I love you sissy, thank you for caring about me" she said, smiling as tears fell down her face.

Dessa turned on her heels and ran into the road.

Tears streamed down Claire's face, recalling the memory of Dessa's passing. 'At least she's away from this hell hole we call life' Claire thought to herself. She heard a truck pull into the driveway. Claire walked around the house, quickly putting out the cigarette. "Get in loser we're going shopping" James said, poking his head out the window. Claire hopped in the truck, not bothering to tell her mom that she was leaving. James pulled out the driveway and flew down the road. "Where to?" He said. "Tell Aj to meet us at Rayners cliff, then let's get my car" Claire said, lighting another cigarette. After a short time of driving, James pulled off the side of the road and put his head down in his lap.

He was crying.

James crying was a rare thing, Claire knew something was wrong. "James..?" She said, placing a hand on his back. "I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry" he kept repeating through tears. "James, there's nothing you have to be sorry about" Claire said, trying to calm him down. "HOW DO YOU NOT FUCKING REMEMBER LAST NIGHT?!?" James screamed in Claire's face, tears still flowing from his eyes. Claire froze, the last thing she remembered was driving home with James, what the hell was he talking about?

He covered his face with his hands. "James, what'd you do?" Claire said. "Tell me, I swear on my sisters grave I won't get mad!" She added. James shook his head. "I just can't believe you don't remember..." he said, wiping the tears from his eyes. What the hell was he talking about? "Hey" Claire held his chin up. "If you don't tell me what's wrong, how is the problem ever gonna get solved?" James turned away, he couldn't dare look at her and tell Claire what they did.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Sighing, he asked. "Riding home with you" Claire calmly replied. "You where drunk, majorly, and I was stupid enough to...to" James stuttered to say. He sighed again, covering his eyes even tho he was turned away from her. "We had sex Claire. After that, I drove you home, snuck back inside and put you in your bed" Claire wasn't surprised.

She didn't mind that she lost her virginity to James. She didn't care that she was drunk. She didn't care about anything, instead, she just laughed. "You thought I would be mad? How the hell could I be?" She said through laughs. "Just because I don't remember it doesn't mean I'd be mad! C'mon Jamie, we gotta meet Aj" James joined along in her laughs and pulled off the side of the road. "We make our own bed in life, James"

This story went from crying about a dead sister to 'we had sex'
What a lovely combination :)