FLASHBACK TO RUIN ME
"Oh my god.." I gasped, stopping dead in my tracks, Clarence was bashing a security guards head against the wall causing me to grimace as blood began to run out of mans nose.
It seemed like he was in a fit of rage , he ignored all calls from doctors and security, it was as if he was deaf to the world.
"CLARENCE!!" I yelled, watching as his movements stopped immediately.
He paused for a bit, before he slowly turned around to me.
His face was blank as he stared. Hands were bloody, eyes dark, shirt stained with blood as well.
"It's fine—"
"answer the question, this the nigga that tried to put his hands on you back at yo peoples house?" He repeated, his tone demanding.
I sighed shakily as I responded, "y-yeah."
The moment the words left my mouth, Clarences fist made contact with Killians jaw.
There was no delay between when I spoke and when he punched. The impact of the blow knocked Killian clean off his feet, causing an ear piercing scream to leave Freyas lips.
Quickly Killian stumbled to his feet before attempting to send a punch of his own.
Though his didn't connect, It wasn't that he missed, but somehow how Clarence flipped him, causing him to land on his front with a loud thud.
He grabbed the arm Killian swung with and tucked it under his own arm before pulling, tugging the limb from the socket.
The moment a loud snap was audible, it was accompanied by a loud wail of pain from Killian.
My eyes widened as I realized that the snapping sound came from his arm, which was twisted awkwardly behind him.
After standing up Clarence kicked Killian in the gut, causing him to flip on his back, hunching in pain.
He didn't have much time to wallow in it though before he was then grabbed him by his curls, blow after blow being sent to his face.
There's is nothing more nauseating then hearing someone bones crunch. It's even worse when you can see the blood splattering with it.
This was when I ran up to them , thinking of a way to get Clarence to stop.
Yes I'd be lying if I said I didn't want Killian to get hurt in some way. But not like this, if he kept this up he would kill him.
I looked over at my left to see Javier watching intently, but unlike me he didn't looked traumatized, he looked.....content.
When I looked back at Killian, his face was barely even recognizable, not to mention his arm dangling lifeless at his side.
"Clare." I pleaded, afraid that if I got too close one of those punches would accidentally hit me.
But I had to stop him, before he did something he'd regret.
When I'd finally gotten him to stop, he stood up vertically and sent one last kick to Killians gut, forcing a groan of pain, and even more blood to seep from his mouth.
After I'd managed to pull Clare away and toward me, Freya ran to Killians' side clutching his head to her chest.
I looked to my side to see Clarence still glaring down at him, his chest rising and falling from his enraged breaths.
I stepped in front of him to block his vision.
"calm down, please," I spoke softly,
He looked at me with the same expression before visibly beginning to calm, his breathing slowing to a more normal speed.
"it's okay, we're fine." I spoke, hoping to help his anger dissipate, "just breathe."
"you good?" He questioned, his jaw clenching against my palm
"yes," I spoke quickly, "everything's fine now." I nodded.
He nodded and pulled me back behind him, "carry yo ass bro, before I change my mind and finish what the fuck I started." He spoke.
"You fucking lunatic!" Freya yelled, helping an injured Killian to his feet, tears pouring from her eyes.
"We should press charges!" She threatened.
"You can't do that, you're on my property after I'd told you to leave. Taking this to court would just be setting yourself up for failure. Freya, just go." I spoke.
After making sure they were gone we all entered the house.
"I thought I told you to come get me if you needed me?" He asked.
Jave took that as a queue to leave us alone, picking up Paco and making his way upstairs.
"Then I hear some nigga yelling outside, and I come downstairs to see him all up on you?" He ranted.
"I had it handled, plus I told you to get rest. Once that adrenaline wears off you're gonna feel even worse." I spoke.
"Not to mention I didn't want you to snap the way you did..."
"you scared me Clare...." I said honestly.
"I haven't seen you like that since back at the institute, I didn't want you to go back to being who you were." I said honestly.
"And I'm not, but I'm also not gon sit here and let somebody disrespect you. That nigga threatened you and Jave and suppose to just let him go. Yeah fuck no, progress or no progress, I would've beat his ass regardless.
We were cut off when an oblivious André walked through the door, pausing immediately when he saw what he walked in on.
"Oh shit, Clarence I didn't know you were hom—"
"Damn, what the fuck happened here, why you got blood all over you?" He questioned, observing Clarence.
"Long story, where you been?" Clare responded.
"I had a date." He smirked.
Clarence shrugged before walking over to me, "look, I'm sorry for scaring you and shit, but you know how I get, especially over family. No amount of medicine or counseling gon change that.." he spoke.
I didn't respond and instead continued to look at him, I knew it, but it didn't mean I had to like it. His reckless behavior when it came to protecting or defending us was big problem.
"can somebody please explain what the fuck happened?" André spoke again.
"A lot, not even including why I have blood all over me. There's shit about Rodrigo that you need to be caught up on."'
Clare began to talk but I waved him off, "I got it, just—just get cleaned up." I mumbled.
He looked at me with regret but ultimately did as I said.
After explaining everything as best I could to André I stayed downstairs for a bit, I didn't really wanna see Clare after what just happened.
When I did go upstairs however I still had no intentions of speaking. I simply grabbed the things from my dresser That I'd need for a shower without a word.
"Baby," Clare said lowly, only to receive no response.
"Jay," he repeated with a sigh.
"what Clare.." I spoke with an exhausted tone, turning around.
"Talk to me, it's been damn near an hour and a half and you still ain't said a word to me." He spoke.
"You almost beat someone half to death on the front lawn. You keep pushing yourself when your body is physically about to give out and you keep taking all these risks impulsively without thinking of the consequences." I ranted.
"I'm sorry." He nodded, "you gon keep ignoring me?"
"I'm just not sure what to say." I said honestly.
"anything." He answered.
"But don't let me sit up here without hearin' nothin' from you when I ain't been able to see or touch you for a month." He spoke.
"Look I know you don't like what I did out there, but I'm not really seein the issue. This the same nigga that tried to put his hands on you and you mad at me for beatin his ass?" He questioned.
"Not to mention yo sister, yeah she ain't yo favorite person, but she still yo sister, and he's puttin his hands on her. What I did was nice compared to what he deserved..."
"Me fighting him might be bothering you, but I feel like there's something else goin on, so stop pushin' me away and talk to me."
I sighed and dropped the things I had in my hand on the counter.
"Come heh'," he said huskily, scooting to the edge of the bed.
After walking over to him he pulled in between his legs again.
"talk to me..."
"I just, I don't know—-after not hearing from you for a month, it scared me. My heart knows you'd never leave again, but it also knows that you might not have a choice when it comes down to it. With the stuff you're doing, you could be killed, and I'd be left with all these problems and commitments that I don't even know what to do with..." I said honestly.
"Then when you do come back, instantly you're throwing people against walls, covered in bruises, and beating people senseless."
"you think I changed...." he said lowly.
"No, I just think that you aren't thinking. I'm not mad that you beat up Killian , he deserved it, I'm mad because you lost control, and after all this time, all it took was somebody threatening me..."
"I feel like I'm more of a weakness for you than anything." I added.
He looked up at me and stared intently, "yeah, you are a weakness, and as much I try to hide it, its the truth. And I honestly don't know if I can control it, but jay, this me, this something that we've both known for so long, why is it an issue again all of a sudden?" He questioned.
"Because, you aren't in a mental institute anymore, we're not kidnapped anymore. Despite what's going on with Rodrigo, we're living in the real world as regular people." I spoke.
"When we agreed to help Javier, we agreed to do it together, when you told me about the Black Ops thing, you said that this was your second chance. I'm just scared now because it's a lot more than just us. There's someone that depends on us, and there's still a life that I want to live...."
He stayed silent as I spoke, digesting my words.
"you right, I do gotta be more cautious, and you do deserve to live life too. More than that tho, you deserve somebody better than me."
"Clare that's not what—"
"I know what you're saying baby, I gotta get my shit together. And you're right, I will, I promise, after all this shit with Rodrigo is over, I'll be a better man that you could ever ask for..." he spoke.
This time I was the one that stayed silent and allowed him to speak.
"can I get a kiss now or you still mad?" He asked genuinely, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.
I rolled my eyes before placing a quick kiss on his lips.
As I glanced at his hands I noticed the cuts on it from earlier.
Before I left to shower I grabbed my first aid kit, cleaning and patched the wounds.
As I caught him staring at me I gave him a weird look.
"is there something in my face?" I questioned with a chuckle, wrapping the gauze around his hand.
"Nah it's just...." he paused himself and continued to get lost in my eyes.
"you're perfect."
I dropped my head as I blushed, finishing up the wrapping and grabbing the kit.
"do you promise to get some rest this time?" I asked as I stood up, his hands immediately gripping at my hips.
"I promise," he chuckled.
After I was sure he was fine, I took my shower, allowing my stress to wash away with the water.
Once I returned to the bedroom I immediately noticed Clare snoring loudly.
If it were under any other circumstances I'd be annoyed by that, but honestly, In his state, he needed to sleep and I was glad he was finally getting it.
I exited our room and peaked in Javiers to see him staring at his computer with a questioning face.
"Everything okay?" I asked in concern.
His head snapped in my direction as I spoke before quickly going back to the computer, "look at this," he spoke, rolling his chair back so I could get a better look.
"It's Rodrigo." I nodded.
"Look whos beside him." He said.
I did and saw a woman I'd never seen before in my life, she was a complete stranger to me so I wasn't too sure why he was showing her to me.
"Who's she?" I questioned.
"It's my moms." He spoke, staring at the image.
I took a quick look at the search engine and then back down to the image, all he did was search Rodrigos name and then scroll.
His mom and Rodrigo were supposedly a secret, so why did she come up.
"I thought they were private?" I questioned.
"They were, this is the only picture I've seen. That's not it tho, s-shes pregnant." He said lowly.
"He knew about me, he knew about her pregnancy and he still didn't care." He spoke, he was chuckling but there wasn't an ounce of humor in it.
I looked at him sympathetically, there was only so much Clare and I could do to fill a void we were both too inexperienced to. Yeah he loved us, but biologically Rodrigo was still his father, that hurt wasn't something he'd be able to get over easy.
"Jave," I spoke lowly, "look at me." I told him, causing him to look over at me in the eyes.
"That man is a liar and a manipulator. The hurt you're feeling right now, is not worth the pain or time. I know it isn't easy to handle something like this , but you're strong, definitely stronger than I was at your age."
He forced a smile and nodded, though he was trying to hide it I could see he was still hurt.
I decided to give him a comforting hug before giving him some space.
With everything that happened, a five o'clock afternoon quickly turned into a 9 o'clock night.
After making sure everything was locked, I returned to the bedroom and slipped into bed.
Is it weird that I was at my most content in bed, nothing else compared
Before I knew it, Clares snores stopped and he changed positions, lowering himself to stomach where he laid his head, after wrapping his arms around me, the snores returned meaning he'd fallen back asleep.
If I had plans on moving they were completely gone, moving a 200 plus sleeping man was impossible, especially one that slept like he was dead.
I grabbed my phone to see I'd gotten a text from Alyssa.
Apparently Freya told her what happened, though what she told her was a completely misconstrued version of the story where Clare randomly attacked Killian unprovoked.
I didn't even bother responding, I loved Alyssa, but if she even had to ask if something like that was true, especially knowing the type of person Killian was, then she didn't really have faith in my character.
I sat the phone on the nightstand and turned my attention back to the television. I'd enjoy the momentary peace, lies be damned.
•RUIN 🥀US•
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