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Near Her

The latest installment in the For Her series, sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, Hold Her, Keep Her, From Her, With Her, and Beside Her. Quil and Claire have finally triumphed. Despite the obstacles littering thier way, they are at last happy. What happens when the darkest secret of their past comes back and threatens to seperate them forever?

I disclaim. Y'all should read the sequels first.

10. Chapter 10

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“What is your relationship with the defendant?”

“I’m his wife.”

“When did you first meet him?”

“I was two.”

“Objection! Questions are too specific. This isn’t a cross-examination.”


“Let me rephrase. Describe how you met your husband.”

“Well, since I was a baby at the time, I don’t exactly remember it. But I seem to recall being at Aunt Emily’s house. He used to babysit for me sometimes. I liked him a lot. He was fun to be around.”

(“Stop grinning, Quil.”

“Shut up, Paul.”)

“What happened the day your father passed away?”

“I woke up. I have really clear memories of this, weirdly. I was wearing a light pink shirt and blue jeans. I’d gotten a new green pair the other day and I really liked them, but there was… he ripped them. So I wore the old ones.”

(“Stop growling, Quil.”

“Thanks, man.”)

“And I went to school. The day went pretty normally. I tried not to run and hide every time anyone looked at me. I winced a lot. I didn’t talk to anyone. Then Quil showed up. At first, it scared me. My father didn’t like Quil, for whatever reason, and he used to say things about him.”

“What kind of things?”

(“Paul, if you don’t stop her from saying it, I’m going to lose control.”)

“Objection! Hearsay.”

“Sustained. Prosecution will rephrase the question.”

“Just continue answering the previous one. About that day.”

“All right… I was afraid he might hurt me. You have to understand that wasn’t for any reason. I was afraid of everything. The teacher asked me to come talk to him, and he looked so angry… I know why now. I had a bruise on my face, and… then I went back to class. I was a little off the rest of the day. Afternoons were always hard.”


“Closer to time to go home. It was especially bad, because he hated Quil. My father, I mean. Hated him. It would make him so angry, knowing I’d seen him, and things got… worse… when he was angry. And then I left the school building. I was expecting him to pick me up, lock me in the back of the car, and… well, I wasn’t looking forward to it. Do I have to go on?”

(“Tell me she doesn’t.”

“Not unless he asks.”)

“That’s fine. What happened then?”

“Quil was waiting for me. He’d signed me out of the school. I think he got my dad to sign the papers. He had a car, and he asked me if I would go with him. He suggested I go stay with my mom, or Aunt Emily. I asked him to take me to Emily’s. He did.”


“I couldn’t stay there. I wasn’t able to run away, really, but, as we’ve already established, my dad was abusive. I didn’t want to stay in that house another second. I was so afraid… and Quil just pulled up and told me to hop in. So I did.”

“Do you know where Quil was that afternoon?”