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Being Her

Summary:
A series of one-shots in Claire's perspective throughout the series For Her.


Notes:
Um, will not go in any order. they come as i get bored enough to write them. PSSSTTT if you want a new story, go review with her!


9. Taught Trust

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I remembered Aunt Emily she was warmth in a human form she turned the world to light

I had missed that it was similar to Quil with the brightness and she was also one I could trust “Now, dear, you’re going to start school, but not for a while. Get used to us first, okay? I’ll let you meet the boys as soon as they come over next. Sam’s friends. They’re loud, but they’re nice fellows. Don’t you be scared of them, all right?”

It wasn’t so easy I knew it but nonetheless I thought I might try because I trusted her and so I could trust them

“Okay.”

“You, out. I need to chat with my niece,” Emily commanded Quil and I let him go but it was hard because without him I was terrified

He and Sam left and Emily looked right at me and sighed.

“Claire, what happened to you?”

“Can’t tell you.”

“Can you show me?” she asked and I shook my head no no one could know it was my secret my deep dark terrible secret only he and I can know even if he is dead I know that if I ever tell anyone I will be punished I will be hurt he will murder me and I will have earned it with my immense stupidity it’s a secret

“No no no… no no nonono I can’t I can’t he’ll kill me, no… don’t make me, please don’t…”

Emily sighed and put her hand on my shoulder. I screamed. “NO!”
Immediately, she retreated. “Claire, I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you, and you have to know we’ll never let him hurt you again.”

“He never hurt me. Never. I was happy. I never said he hurt me,” I tried to lie, and she just shook her head.

“Claire, I need you to show me. Just take off the shirt, just so I can see. And then you can put it right back on, all right?”

Quietly, I reached for my clothing. I knew I had no choice. I had received the identical command- for a different purpose and from a different person- before, and it had dire consequences when I’d refused. I didn’t have a choice, I never had a choice.

The shirt came off. Emily gasped. “Claire…”

“Yeah?”

She tore her eyes from the devastation my clothing had covered and turned to the stairway. “Sam, I need a doctor. Right away!”

No, I wasn’t allowed to show a doctor. I couldn’t tell anyone not ever not a doctor because he’d find out because no I couldn’t I couldn’t I couldn’t let them make me no

Quil and Sam reentered. Emily glared at Quil. “Quil, when I said out, I meant out.”

I saw the way Quil’s eyes raked over me not with lust not with painful desire but with sorrow and regret for the pain that lay ingrained there “I want him to stay” because I did I wanted him here.

Quil smiled and took my hand carefully in his the skin was burning hot but his touch was gentle and not bad not at all I was able almost to smile even though he was touching me that was new for me