We reach a house tucked between two monstrous trees, and Theodore stops. My chest squeezes and my stomach knots, but I stay cool. "Come on," he says, heading towards the door, "she might not be here."
My lips feel dry, tight. I feel weighed down and scared. A part of me doesn't want to face the girl who haunts the hallway, the green-eyed girl, the girl who had him, her. She's become some mythical beast in my mind, I've given her power.
"Okay," I murmur, hiding behind him, not wanting to see her so close if she were to answer the door. But as I should have expected, Theodore lets himself in and motions for me.
"Hello?" He shouts into the house, provoking her to reveal herself. "Claire?"
My eyes shoot to him. Claire? Her name is Claire? I expected something different, something more…
"What?" A feminine voice shouts back, normal sounding and light. "Is someone here? Who's here, Theo?"
She's upstairs, and her footsteps travel across the floor. Theodore looks to me as if saying 'here's what you asked for.' My eyes harden on him. "She's coming down?"
"You wanted to talk," he says, knowing of my growing regrets. "Come down," he yells again.
"I am, I am. Who's here?" Her voice is louder, she's closer, and my hands are becoming numb. As if she is trying to scare me, she appears around a corner like a sudden flash of light in a room of darkness. I flinch and grab my chest, my heart frantic. My eyes focus on her, and she's frozen. She looks as if she's seen a ghost. "What—why?" She breathes out. "What are you..."
Her eyes turn to Theodore for clarity, but he shrugs and backs away.
"I-I—I wanted to talk with you," I say shaking, trying to retake control.
Claire takes a step back. "Why?" She questions harshly, already putting up her guard.
"I just—"
"If this is about James, you can leave."
I swallow. "If you'll just give me two seconds we can talk about—"
"Get out. I don't want to talk to you," she nearly shouts, "you took him from me, told me to—"
My jaw clenches. "What?"
She crosses her arms, looking somewhat insulted and fueled. "When you came, he started acting differently. He didn't care about me anymore."
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