SEQUEL TO PROTECT HER. Quil is Claire's, heart and soul. At last, she is old enough for him to pursue hers... but can she overcome the terror and demons of her past to find true love?
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7. Chapter 7
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It took almost an hour for me to calm down and realize I had, once again, abandoned her. This time, my rage had gotten the better of me. I had lost control when Claire needed support. Needed me there when all I could do was run away.
I went inside to apologize, but her door was locked. Instead, I went to Sam’s.
“Sam, I need to talk to you!”
“Ugh. I thought I retired. Am I still in charge of you?” he teased.
“Will was bothering Claire today at school.”
“I’m sorry. But I’m not the kid’s father. Maybe you should talk to Will… but don’t tear him to shreds, okay? My brother might get pissed.”
I caught up with the boy, cliff diving of all things. One of his hoodlum friends had just plunged of the precipice.
I scooped him up by the front of his shirt. His eyes widened comically. “Who are you?”
“A friend of Sam’s… and Claire’s. You bothered her at school. Don’t do it again. Or I’ll hurt you. That’s all.”
I dropped him, none too gently.
“Sorry! Guys do it all the time! Geez!”
“If I were standing next to a guy fifteen inches taller than me, I wouldn’t be wising off- just a piece of advice. I’m leaving now, but so much as lay one finger on Claire ever again as long as you live without her express verbal permission and I’ll kill you. Oh, and she didn’t ask me to do this or even know I’m here, so if you tease her my offer of a slow and painful death stands for that as well.”
He seemed appropriately terrified.
I left and decided there was time to knock on Claire’s door. I heard sobs.
Weighing my options, I decided to wait. Eventually, she would have to either pee or eat, and I could wait until then. I could wait forever…
Claire was rubbing red eyes when she came out of her room.
“Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to scare you, and I was so angry. I had to go calm down. Are you all right?”
“You aren’t mad at me?”
“No, of course not! Why would I be mad at you?”
“I guess I don’t know… you just scared me.”
“I’m sorry. Sweetheart, I’m not mad. I swear.”
“All… all right.”
“Do you believe me, honey?”
“I believe you.” She ran, quite suddenly, into my arms. “Thanks, Quil.”
“For everything. You’ve always been on my side. Everything.”
I realized she didn’t know about her mom. “Honey, your mom was at Sam’s today.”
“No! Please don’t make me go live with her.” Again, I had said something wrong. She looked about to bolt.
“No one’s going to make you do anything. You can live with me as long as you want.” Originally, she was supposed to stay with Emily, but it was tricky to live in the same house as Sam and Emily. It gets a bit… nauseating. All the love. Not that I have any right to talk.
She looked straight at me, and I wasn’t sure whether or not I still had her precious trust.
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