his and hers | 18+

21 | standing my ground

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clementine

"are you sure you want to go back home?" pierce asks me for the fourth time this entire car drive as we pull into my street early in the morning. "alex and i loved having you over. what's another week, or month?"

"it's okay, pierce." i chuckle, waving him off gently. "everything will be okay, my dad is coming back this morning!"

subconsciously, i lightly brush the healing cut on my forehead that still had the steri-strips covering the gory aftermath. there is some bruising around it, so he'll definitely see that. damn, this couldn't have healed in a week?

he sighs heavily, still not fully convinced that i should be going home, to my mother. apparently, without me telling him anything about her, he has painted his own image of her in his head and hates her—his words.

if i cared, i might have tried to protect her, or defend her honour. but the week i spent with my friends showed me that my life isn't in good shape with my mother. i needed that reality check, and it's time she received one too.

"okay, okay." he parks in-front of my house, and i tuck away the embarrassment i feel at the state of the old block. his house is so pretty, and then there's mine. i wonder what he thinks about it, does he hate it like i do?

"okay." he repeats in a hushed tone, almost as if he's trying to convince himself, and not me. i pat his back, showing him that everything is going to be okay.

"you make sure to eat." he turns his head to the side, and looks at me with narrowed eyes. "if you don't, i'll personally bring myself here with your own, special meals three times a day, for a year. okay?"

"okay." i nod with wide eyes. that's just about the worst thing he could possibly do, i don't need my mother meeting pierce. hopefully, she never finds out about him. i can have a wedding without my mother, right?

he tries to smile, but it's weak. i lean over and plant a soft kiss on his lips, soft because i don't want it to turn into anything more as of right now. that's for later. definitely.

"tell alex i said thank you." i hop out of the car, holding the door open for his reply. "you've already said thank you three times."

"so tell him again." i grin mischievously, and shut the door before he can ask where his thanks is like a jealous little sasquatch. i've said thanks to him multiple times, anyway.

i wave at him as he drives away, silently chuckling at his missed opportunity to trample over my foot. wait, it was his turn, right? damn it! it was definitely mine, he got me yesterday before his shower.

i shake my head as i walk up to my house, wearing my school uniform that piper brought to pierce's house, and they put it in their washing machine for me. i'm thankful i hadn't brought my purse to school that day, because it'd definitely be lost somewhere in school by now.

i know my glasses are in my nook at the library, since i was only out to go pee, i was going to go back anyway. smart thinking, clementine.

even though this past week has given me the confidence booster i've needed, deep down, i'm still the scared little girl i was not long ago. i don't want to face her, but my dad is going to be here soon, in half an hour, according to his last message, so i have to be here.

peeling open the unlocked door, i wince when it creaks, the noise echoing throughout the entire house. i kick off my shoes as silently i can, closing the door and spinning around.

though the mess that i'm met with throws me in a state of shock, and i freeze. holy. fucking. shit. empty glass bottles, some broken, everywhere. the stench of alcohol invades my nostrils as i step through the mess, investigating.