Clear as Glass

Chapter 7- Lies and Maserati's

A Maserati

A white Maserati

No

He wouldn't

She was probably his accountant.

She was memorable

She was important

Their relationship had meant something

Hadn't it?

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Cleo's knees buckled underneath her. 60 hours ago they were together. There was no way he would have broken it off for some chick who's purse was probably more expensive than Cleo's car. He wasn't like that. When they were together they used to bad mouth all the rich spoilt brats that came through the department, there's no way he would go out with one of... Them.

Cleo gathered all her strength that she could consciously muster. Pressing her sweaty hand against the elegant and pristine white coating on the car, she stumbled forward making her way to the front door. She had loved this house so much. With its large glass front doors and water feature pools on both side of the pathway. It screamed elegance and importance and to be fair, wealth. Connor and she had redesigned this entire area when they 16. When they were still 'just friends' and the biggest worry either of them had was passing their history final.

Fumbling with her satchel which was still over her shoulders she fished out a key that she always had in her purse. His key was on the same ring as her home key in North Carolina. Home, he was home, she could go across the world but she always thought that he would be there either with her or supporting her every step. They were Cleo and Connor. Were being the prominent word in that sentence.

Sliding the key into the lock as quietly as she could not wish to wake anyone up, but as she looked behind her for a moment she noticed Mr and Mrs O'sheifs cars missing from the parking bay. He and some lady in white were in his home, alone, single and alone.

Turning the handle Cleo waited for the door to click before walking in knowing that it was the safety lock on the base of the door. Moving into the house silently with her eyes scanning her surroundings just like the academy had taught her, Cleo moved into the main foyer and pulled her small satchel closer to her body.

Entering the living room on the first floor, Cleo immediately picked up on a pair of jeans, a salmon coloured polo shirt and a white lacey dress, strewn across the floor. Shuddering at the vial thoughts entering her mind, Cleo walked through the living room kicking the dress rather aggressively out of her way and started to climb the stairs at the end of the room which leads to the hallway outside Connors room. Slowly, step by step she got upstairs she decided that she didn't want to accidentally embarrass Connor in as she had read the situation wrong.

Walking down a few stairs loudly she took off her satchel and dropped it with a clunk on the carpeted floor. She then walked up those few stairs again and half yelled "Connor? Connor baby it's me, Cleo. Are you in your room? Please we need to talk I can't lose you too." She tried so hard to keep her voice steady and hide the hurt that was starting to flow into her mind at the thoughts of her parents. Regaining composure as quickly as she could she walked to Connors door and heard a flurry of movement and hushed voices, a high pitched female and a husky low voice telling the other to shut up.

Taking a big breath Cleo opened the door and saw Connor sitting on his bed, naked, underneath the sheets completely red. Oblivious to the fact that Cleo knew about the blonde who was currently laying underneath Connor, holding her breath so that she wouldn't make to much noise and potentially get them caught.

Assessing the scene Cleo saw to pairs of underwear, a bra and one single sock. Her eyes locked onto a bony white ankle and foot that was half-hidden by the bed frame, half sticking out in clear view for Cleo. This was the final blow. Actually seeing the girl.

The clothes the car, the smell she hadn't even noticed until now all were things she could blame on something else or deny were important, but finally seeing her small, bony white ankle was completely the last thing she could handle.

Unaware that she had almost started conversation about five times within the last minute but hadn't said anything, her mouth was just hanging there opening and closing, mouthing the words she almost spoke. When she finally managed to speak the only words that came out of mouth were strangled and distraught "I-" she managed to tear her eyes away from the girl's foot and back to Connors grass-like eyes "Well, I was going to come and try and talk to you, I was going to try and convince you we were worth saving but I see that you clearly see otherwise." Her voice was shaky and venomous. Connor tried to say something, maybe to calm her or get her to back away.

"Cleo I'm sorry you had to find out like thi-"

"You're What!" Cleo spoke, on the verge of screaming, her voice becoming aggressive and louder. "You're mad I found out! You're not mad that you didn't fight for me? You're not mad you didn't see a future, you're not mad that you just threw away everything! I can't believe this, I was ready to marry you!" She then whispered, almost inaudible "tell her to stand up."

"Look Cleo I said I was sorry, wait huh?"

"I said to make her stand up," Cleo said again, a little louder this time.

Connor and Cleo met eyes. Hers burning with fury and denial, his glazed with guilt and shame. They spoke in silent conversation while a tall lengthy blond stood up from underneath the bed. Naked.

"Go to hell for all I care"