Parties and late night drunken states meant everything when it came to Clover Paige; especially if it meant leaving her wild thoughts behind and losing herself in a bottle of Jack Daniels. Her name is just an illusion, you would think anyone named C...
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"We accept the love we think we deserve." — Stephen Chbosky
CLOVER AND WESTON SAT BY THEMSELVES IN A CORNER AT A LOCAL DINER. It was one of the only places that was still open that wasn't a bar or club. As soon as he popped the question asking whether she was hungry or not, her stomach growled. They both shared a little chuckle when it happened.
The men that grabbed her were left on the ground without a glance back. Weston had dragged their bodies off of her and beat them until they weren't moving. He was glad that she kept her eyes closed. Something inside of him didn't want her to witness his violent side.
The diner was a short walk from where he parked his car. He informed her that after she had stormed out of the Casino, they waited for her to return but after hours of her being missing, Weston decided to go look for her. Stefano and Katherine went back to the house, hoping that he would come home with Clover safely.
Clover had somewhat sobered up after nearly chugging two glasses of water. The waitress gave her a weird look but it soon vanished when Weston glared at her.
The diner was almost completely empty besides the few stragglers that sat at the opposite side of the room. A faint sound of old 50's music played in the air which relaxed her tense muscles. The was a plate of freshly cooked pancakes sitting in front of her, begging to be eaten. Clover had also ordered a side of bacon and sausage to go along with it. She was indeed starving considering she hadn't eaten since this morning.
Cutting into one of her pancakes, she picked up a piece and placed it in her mouth. A small moan escaped her lips as the savory flavor erupted against her tastebuds. Clover immediately began taking more bites and couldn't get enough. Her plate was halfway gone in just a few minutes.
Weston was grinning at her. She glanced up and blushed when she realized she had forgotten that he was sitting there. Smiling sheepishly back at him, Clover began to slow down on her eating.
"How did you find me?" She asked in a breathless whisper. Her voice had been weak the entire night, and didn't know whether it was from the catastrophe from earlier or the intense stares Weston gave her. Knowing her, it was probably the latter.
He didn't answer at first. Weston searched her face and watched as she nervously gulped. This wasn't typical Clover behavior. Normally he would be expecting smart comments and a snarky attitude, but her demeanor was off. There was pain swirling within her eyes.
Weston cleared his throat. "Well, after you stormed out of the casino, we waited for you to come back to the garage. When you didn't show up an hour later, I decided to come look for you."
"And you just magically knew where I was?" Her question had a drop of sarcasm laced with the words. Clover was insinuating that he put a tracker on her one day without her knowledge, but she knew that he would never do that.
