Downfall || Eli

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Eli shook his head when Clare started to scream and say that she was fine - her hands trying to bat the phone out of his hands. “No, Clare you’re not fine…. Thank you.” Eli said, partially to Clare, partially to the woman on the phone. He started to tell the woman where to pick up Clare until Clare seemed to get the better of him, the phone falling out of his hands and to the ground. But that didn’t stop Eli, he started to yell the address to the woman when Clare bent down and picked up the phone and hung up. “Clare that’s not going to stop them. You need help, you know you do.” he argued, and started to try and grab the phone from her hand. “I’ll take care of the kids, Clare. I’ll take care of the apartment - I’ll take care of everything while you’re gone, I promise. Just go, just go and get better because you need to get better.” he demanded, a pleading tone in his voice, but she didn’t seem to care. Eli closed his eyes and shook his head. “Why won’t you listen to me, Clare? You used to think you needed help - and you do need help!” he said loudly, but decided to give up. Clare wasn’t going to listen. He exited the closet and walked over to the crib where the babies laid, and held Casper in his arms. “It’s okay, Cas’, Mommy’s going to go get help, and you’ll be okay.” he said softly, shushing the baby. Clare just stood in the doorway and watched him take care of their kids and she didn’t look happy, but Eli didn’t care. “You know, if you really don’t want to leave so bad - come here and take care of our babies, Clare. Come and feed Colette or just stand there all dumbfounded until they come to save you.

Clare somehow managed to hang the phone up, but it was already too late. Eli had already told the person on the phone their address.  “I’ll take care of the kids, Clare. I’ll take care of the apartment - I’ll take care of everything while you’re gone, I promise. Just go, just go and get better because you need to get better.” Eli was so eager to send her away, and Clare couldn’t understand why. As far as she knew, she did not need help - or at least she didn’t want it now. Everything was already crashing and burning, and she figured and was far too late to get help. Clare shook her head angrily, and made her way out of the bedroom - but once she heard Eli talking to Casper, she stopped and turned around to face him. “I’m fine.” She spoke, trying to convince Eli that she was fine. She was getting somewhat aggravated now - it was as if Eli was trying to tell her who she was, and she was fed up with it. When she was about to speak again, and tell him yet again that she didn’t need to be sent away, Eli spoke: “You know, if you really don’t want to leave so bad - come here and take care of our babies, Clare. Come and feed Colette or just stand there all dumbfounded until they come to save you.” Suddenly, Clare froze, and she couldn’t even move. She felt like her throat was closing up, and she felt lightheaded once again. “Oh God…” She murmured, walking into the bedroom, and leaning against the wall. She slid down the wall, and sat against it. She didn’t know what to do at this point, but she felt like she couldn’t do anything. So she just sat there, not looking at Eli or the twins, and she began to examine the burn on her arm, wanting an answer to all of this. What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling like this? Clare began to touch the burn mark, and she like out a gasp. The pain was definitely still there, but she didn’t even mind. It wasn’t long until she started to toy with the burn mark, repeatedly touching it,  only causing more pain in her arm. “I’m fine, nothing is wrong with me, I’m fine.”


Downfall || Eli

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Eli practically gasped when he saw her reaching underneath the bed and he knew what it was for. How had she known about his secret stash underneath their bed? Sure, he actually hadn’t smoked any cigarettes in days - no, weeks. From the moment he promised he would quit he actually did. It was hard, so so fucking hard but he did it. He wasn’t so sure he was completely set on quitting but he hadn’t smoked in the longest time. “Clare, I haven’t smoked anything, I swear.” he tried to tell her as she reached for the lighter and a single cigarette. For a moment, he stood agape watching as she began to lit it. He wondered if she would actually try and smoke the damn thing - no, no matter what he knew she would never let herself stoop to that level. Smoking was something Clare Edwards would never do. But what she did do with the cigarette surprised him beyond belief.

Eli heard her scream and his heart shattered. He fell to his knees and yanked the cigarette from her and quickly put it out in the carpet, and stamped it out with the palm of his not cut up hand. Eli reached for Clare’s arm and his eyes widened at the already burning mark starting to form on her skin. “Why did you do that?!” he asked, but not in a harsh sort of way, in an attempt to understand why she would do this to herself. He tried to look her in the eyes but when he did, he didn’t see Clare anymore. He saw an emotionless wreck in front of him and he shook his head. “I need to get you out of here. You can’t stay here, Clare.” he murmured, wondering if she could even understand him anymore. Was she listening? Eli left her on the floor as he stood up and went towards his closet. Eli had always promised that he would get Clare some form of help, but he never did. 

In the very back of his closet on a small yellow sticky note he had taped a phone number. The number of a place that would take Clare when he knew she needed to go. Maybe Eli was just waiting until the babies were born before he would actually send her away from him. He didn’t want too, but now he needed too. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and started to dial the number sadly. And he wondered if Clare could hear him calling because he heard her beginning to yell at him from the bedroom. “Do you guys pick people up? Because there’s no way I can come drive her there.” he told them on the phone.

Eli had pulled the cigarette away from Clare’s skin, but it seemed as if the pain was beginning to increase. And, in a way, Clare actually liked it. When he asked her why she burned herself, she didn’t have an answer. She continued to remain emotionless, and not speak a word to him. She remained quiet as Eli spoke more words to her - but she wasn’t sure what he was saying. She had heard him, but it was taking her some time to process exactly what he was saying. She didn’t lift her head to look at him as he got up and began to walk away - she kept her eyes glued on the mark that she had just put on her own body. Clare was sure if she was thinking straight, she wouldn’t have even thought about hurting herself in this way…but her head was somewhere else, and she had no idea who she was. She hear the closet door opening, and her eyes glanced in that direction. She saw Eli calling a number that he had written down on a sticky note. And it was at that moment that Clare realized what he was doing - he was trying to get her away from him, and trying to get her help. But it was too late for all of that. No longer did she want help - she didn’t think she needed it now. It was too late.”No,” She breathed, as Eli pressed the phone to his ear, and began talking to the person on the other line. She wiped her eyes, causing her dark eye makeup to smudge, and get all over her hands. “I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine.” She repeated, and every time she repeated it, her voice would get louder - attempting to stop Eli from calling, and she finally rose to her feet, walking towards him. Once she reached him, she tried to take his phone away from his grasp, desperately trying to hang it up. She was pulling at his arm, trying to get the phone away from him. She wasn’t going to let him send her away - not now. “I said I’m fine!”


Downfall || Eli

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Things were looking up, to be honest - and Eli was incredibly happy about it. Clare wasn’t exactly the most talkative person around the house anymore but she at least wasn’t angry at him. The two acted civilized around each other which was a good thing. Eli had even been offered a promotion at work for his good attitude over the past ten days. Everything was going smoothly at home, at work, and in his head. He had even begun to wonder, am I even a schizophrenic? It was inevitable that he was, but sometimes he even forgot about his many disorders he was in such good moods. As now new acting manager of the frozen yogurt store, he was given new hours…working a little later than he usually would. When he had to come home late, Clare was never exactly in the best of moods. She’d be quiet, and feed the babies breast milk without uttering a word to him, and when they’d fall asleep beside each other she’d be cold and prickly with him. He knew the reasons of this, but he didn’t mention it to her…he wasn’t in the mood to argue with her.

When he had returned to the apartment that night the moment he stepped into the room, that something wasn’t right. There was a scent in the room that was musky, as if someone had sprayed one too many squirts of horrifying perfume. And suddenly he heard it. The babies - screaming. Not just crying, they were full blown screaming bloody murder. Eli dropped everything in his hands and rushed to the bedroom, to find Clare nowhere in sight. Had she skipped out on him? Left him alone with the kids? He didn’t think she’d really do such a thing but…would she? He frantically picked up Colette and held her in his arms, rocking her back and forth. “Sweetheart it’s okay.” he murmured, “Clare!” he turned his head and yelled, trying to find his wife. Colette had calmed down slightly and he picked up Casper and did the same. But what was really bugging him was the fact that he couldn’t find Clare. 

“Clare, where are you!” he yelled, entering the bathroom to find her sitting on a stool looking in the mirror. Or…was it even Clare. Her hair had been dyed raven black, and her makeup had been smudged and dirtied with a dark black eyeliner pencil. The scissors were cutting away some uneven black snips of her hair and Eli couldn’t believe his eyes…for the moment, Clare Edwards was more crazy than he was. “What’s…what’s going on here.” he asked her, reaching for the scissors and yanking them out of her hands, the blade hitting against his palm and sliding hid hand slightly. He yelped and dropped them to the floor, and he brought his hand up to his mouth to ease the pain and to suck up some of the blood that was oozing from his cut. “What are you doing, the babies are screaming. You’re not yourself, what’s going on?” he asked, trying to keep a calm tone to his voice. If he were to freak out, it would have made matters worse.

“What’s…what’s going on here.” Clare heard Eli’s voice, but she didn’t answer him. She wasn’t sure how to respond - she honestly didn’t even know what was going on. She noticed that the scissors had cut Eli’s hand, but she never said a word, and she continued looking at her reflection, which seemed to be fading away right before her eyes. Clare could still hear the faint cry of the two babies in the bedroom, and she felt somewhat guilty that she didn’t help them when they needed her. She wasn’t being the mother she intended to be. But how could she take care of two babies when she could barely take care of herself? And she knew what Eli was saying was true - she wasn’t herself. She couldn’t be herself because at this point, she didn’t know who she was. She didn’t know who was starring back at her, but it definitely was not her - and both her and Eli knew that. Clare couldn’t make the feeling of hatred towards herself go away. She wasn’t trying to, but she knew if she did try, nothing would work. Every time she would try to love herself and make herself feel better, she would always think back to some bad idea that she had made in the past, or she would start to think about one of her many flaws, and nothing went well. But this time was worse than all the others - the hatred she felt for herself was strong, almost too strong for her to handle. Clare shrugged, not speaking one word to Eli, and she got up from the stool she was sitting on, and walked passed Eli, slightly stumbling into him as she did so. But she kept on walking along, walking into the bedroom - towards the bed. She quickly got down on her knees, reached under the bed, and pulled out a stash of cigarettes that Eli had hid under the bed. Something in the back of her head told her he had smoked some of them, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t really think he would keep his word and quit like she hoped he would. Pushing those thoughts aside, she pulled out a cigarette and Eli’s lighter, and she sat up on her heels. She quickly lit the cigarette, and dropped the lighter onto the floor. In only a matter of seconds, she brought the burning cigarette to her arm, and pressed it against her skin. The pain was almost unbearable - it brought tears to her eyes, and she let out a small scream of pain, yet she continued to press the cigarette to her skin, wanting to hurt herself even more.


Downfall || Eli

The babies were crying and screaming as Clare stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair out, which had dyed earlier that day. It had been a long day, and instead of doing something productive to pass the time, she decided to make herself feel terrible about herself, and her appearance. Hating herself was something that came naturally to Clare. She didn’t have to make any effort at all, or over think, all it took was one simple glance in the mirror to cause her to absolutely hate herself. And almost every time she did look into the mirror, she would break down and start crying. This was going on for a while, and Clare couldn’t quite remember when all of this started - she never hated herself this much. But now, things were different. She wanted to fix something - anything, she wanted to change. So earlier in the day, she decided to dye her hair black - which a drastic change for Clare, something she wouldn’t even think about doing if she were thinking straight. But she didn’t care at this point, and when she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t see herself. She saw a train wreck instead. She couldn’t recognize herself, and she surely did not know who she was any longer. She continued brushing her hair out, staring at the train wreck starring back at her. The twin’s piercing cries were still filling the room, and it made Clare feel lightheaded. She didn’t know why she wasn’t helping them, and she mentally yelled at herself for not helping them - giving herself another reason to hate herself. But she didn’t even look at them. Instead, her hand reached out for her eyeliner pencil, and she started to apply it to both of her eyes. It was messy and it didn’t look good at all, but she did not care. When she was finished, she dropped the eyeliner pencil onto the floor, reached her shaky hand out to a pair of scissors, brought them up to her hair, and began cutting it. She cut it aimlessly, causing her hair to become uneven and messy, and a shorter length. Hair was falling onto her shoulders, and onto the floor, but she didn’t even want to look down at one of the messes she had created - she was already starring one of them straight in the eye. The door to the bedroom suddenly opened, and Eli came through the door, quickly rushing over to the screaming twins. He was trying to calm them down, but while he was doing so, he was also yelling at Clare and freaking out. But Clare wasn’t paying attention to him at all - she didn’t want to listen to him, and she just couldn’t listen to him. She knew if she did, she would have yet another reason to hate herself, and she certainly couldn’t deal with that. She stood there quietly, as she continued to look into the mirror, and emotionless expression on her face.


Welcome || Clare

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Eli wanted to wipe the tears from his face but he couldn’t, the baby in his arms was taking up his arm space. His heart beat fast in his chest and he looked down at the baby girl in his eyes in awe. “Eli, can you leave for a few moments? We’re going to have to check up on the babies and on Clare, you’ll be invited back in in a little while.” Eli nodded, though he really didn’t want to leave Clare alone at all. Just leaving her sounded like a disaster in the making - though being with her in the first place was a disaster already. He handed off the baby girl to the nurse and began to walk out, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t feel well, but he needed to do as the doctor said for the babies and Clare to be all right. He stepped outside, and walked into the lobby, closing his eyes shut and sitting down in one of the chairs beside the front desk. Eli put his head in his hands for a few moments and took in deep breaths. Now, he was a father. He was a teen dad. He was something he had never wanted to be when he was only a few years younger - but now that he was eighteen being a father was what he had looked forward too. Eli fished around in his back pocket and found a small piece of paper, and he reached for a pen on the desk beside him. He started to shakily scribble out a letter to Clare: “Clare -They told me I can’t see you because of something with the babies. I don’t think I was paying attention because…because I was too busy focusing on how beautiful the three of you are. I’m sorry if my handwriting is shaky, my hands are shaking and I’m really scared. I shouldn’t be waiting in the lobby of the hospital though. I should be in there with you holding our kids or…or…no, that’s where I should be. I’m terrible - Clare. I’m such a disappointment. You don’t deserve me, you deserve someone so much better. I don’t deserve you, you’re beautiful and lovely and wonderfully made. And I’m…I’m so blessed to have you. Yeah, blessed. That seems weird to write. I’m so surprised you put up with me and my incredible mistakes. Oh god. My head hurts trying to put the pieces together of what happened this evening. I hit you again. I hit you again and oh god, I’m so fucking ashamed of myself. I couldn’t control my anger. Don’t forgive me, I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I don’t deserve you I don’t deserve I’m going to go out to get us things. We need things. Diapers, cribs, baby shit… I’m sorry I shouldn’t have sworn. Fuck. I’ve got to stop swearing now that we have children. I’ll come back to get you in a couple of hours when I have everything put together. Don’t worry, we may have fought, Clare, but I love you and we’ll be fine soon. Everything will be fine soon. With every love, Elijah Justin.” Eli stood up again and began to walk towards Clare’s room again, and a nurse walked out of the room. “Excuse me, can you give this to Clare?” he asked, and the woman nodded, and popped back in the room. Eli sighed, and began to make his way out of the hospital - he needed to prepare, he could pick up Clare later.

Clare’s eyes followed Eli as he left the hospital room, and beads of sweat continued to roll down her face, along with tears. The doctor took Colette from Eli’s arms, and he had done the same with Casper as well. Clare sighed, already missing seeing their two beautiful babies, but she knew the doctor had to check up on them both and make sure everything was all right. A few moments later the painful contractions began once again, and the placenta was delivered. The whole procedure was over with, but the hard part was just beginning. It would take a whole lot of responsibility to take care of the twins, and Clare knew that she and Eli would have to put in a lot of effort to keep their family together. Nurses continued running back and forth, bringing cups of water to Clare, helping her calm down. But one nurse came in, and she wasn’t carrying a cup filled with refreshing water. Instead, she was holding a piece of paper, and she handed it to Clare, smiling for a short moment, then walking elsewhere. Clare opened the note, and her eyes began to scan over it. Tears began to build up in her eyes as she read Eli’s sloppy hand writing. He was calling Clare, and the babies, beautiful. He was explaining how big of a disappointment he was. And lastly, he had written that everything would be fine soon, and that he still loved her. By the time she was finished reading the letter, tears were rolling down her cheeks once again, and she let a sigh escape for her lips. "Is everything all right?" One of the nurses asked. In response, Clare closed her eyes and nodded. She wasn’t sure where Eli had gone off to, but she wanted him to be back as soon as possible. She wanted the two of them to talk about their family, and how everything would be fine, even if it would take a while to have everything work out. But at the same time, all she wanted to do was fall asleep, for she was exhausted. 


Welcome || Clare

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The same numb feeling came over him while their daughter was being born. His eyes widened when he watched the baby girl coming out of Clare. He sighed softly and stood up again, walking over and cutting the cord to her, separating yet another child from Clare. “Such a speedy delivery. So lovely!” one of the nurses said, walking towards Eli with a small bundle wrapped in a blanket. “Would you like to hold your son?” she whispered and Eli nodded slowly as the package was put into his arms. He stepped back and sat in the chair beside Clare again, his eyes stating at the baby. “He…” Eli lowered his voice, and smiled softy. “He looks just like you, Clare.” he mumbled, feeling his nose tingling lightly and the feeling of tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. “He’s beautiful. His eyes, they’re just like yours.” And when the nurse held the daughter out towards him, he quickly handed the boy towards Clare. Both of them knew how much Eli wanted a baby girl. How he wanted to dress her up in pretty dresses and put flowers in her hair, buy her doll houses and spoil her beyond belief. Eli’s longing for a baby girl was getting crazy, and when he held her in his arms, the tears in his eyes fell down his cheeks. “So does she. They’re both so beautiful. Look, Clare.” he began holding the baby girl up towards her, but still holding her in his arms. “We did this. We made them.” he said quietly, more tears pouring down his cheeks. Was he happy? Guilty? Excited? Nervous? Scared? What was it that was making warm tears pour down his cheeks. He held the baby girl in his arms and closed his eyes. “Casper and Colette, they’re perfect. They look just like you.”

Clare watched Eli as he held their son in his hands, while tears continued to fill her eyes. And when Eli said how beautiful the baby was, she let a small smile appear on her face. Then, the nurse held their daughter up to Eli so he would be able to hold her, and it wasn’t long until Clare was holding their son. It was a weird feeling, really, but she felt so happy at the same time. She still felt like all of this was a dream, and she would wake up any second…but it obviously wasn’t. All of this was happening, and it was hard to believe. She could practically feel the nurse’s and doctor’s eyes on the two of them, smiling at them, and probably saying something. But she wasn’t even paying attention to them, honestly. Clare smiled down at the small baby she was holding in her arms, tears rolling down her cheeks, before she looked over at Eli once again, to see their daughter.  ”They’re beautiful,” Clare agreed, her voice in a whisper. “So beautiful.” She then noticed tears streaming down Eli’s face, and she knew that no matter what happened, the two of them would have to keep everything together, or at least try. But it scared her - how unprepared they were. They didn’t have any supplies for the babies, none at all. And they just weren’t prepared for any of this, and she could tell. Clare tried to shake the thought away, trying not to feel scared, but to only feel the wonderful feeling of holding one of her beautiful babies in her arms. 


Welcome || Clare

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Eli closed his eyes and held her hand, blocking out the situation by taking in deep breaths and thinking of happy times. Memories of the two of them flooded into his head, when they would kiss and fuck and everything would be happy. He remembered every single little memory that the two of them would share, like his entire life was flashing before his eyes. All the good ones, and a small smile curled onto his lips. And suddenly he heard it - the faint cry of a baby coming from a little ways in front of him, and the shout of the gender. But his eyes didn’t open, and he just kept smiling to himself. “Clare, do you want the doctor to cut the cord, or Eli?” Clare looked over at him and pressed a hand against his bare arm. “Eli,” she said softly and his eyes opened and looked at her beside him. “Cut the cord, please.” she said, and Eli nodded, standing up from his spot on the chair and staring blankly at the doctors. “Wh-what am I supposed to do?” he asked, and the doctor handed Eli a pair of the scissors for him to cut the chord with. Eli closed his eyes and his hand shook as he looked nervously at the screaming baby in front of him. He very slowly cut the umbilical cord and the screaming baby got louder. “I-Is he going to be okay?” he asked the doctor, and one of the nurses smiled and nodded. “Oh, yes. In a few moments, you can hold him if you’d like.” Eli nodded and sat back down, only to hear Clare beginning to moan again in pain. “Is it starting again?” Eli asked, and Clare nodded in pain. “Okay, here I am.” he held her hand, but his head was still in a blur from seeing his child right in front of him, and he only got to see him for a few moments…but it was still crazy, and things began to dawn on him. He needed to step up. He needed to be better.

Clare kept her eyes closed, and reached out for Eli’s hand. The contractions were starting once again, and she didn’t want to push and push again. She was exhausted, and all she wanted to do was go to sleep - but the unbearable pain in her stomach was starting again, and she squeezed Eli’s hand. “It hurts so much,” She gasped, and she felt one of the female nurses, who was still standing by her side, touch her arm, almost as if telling her that everything was going to be fine. The pain starting growing more and more, and she heard the doctor speak to her once again. "Push," He told her, and she did as she was told. Squeezing Eli’s hand even harder, she pushed once again. It hurt, and words still couldn’t begin to explain just how much pain she was in, but she knew it was worth it. She knew it would be over soon. After pushing for a matter of minutes, and almost screaming at the top of her lungs, Clare heard another baby’s cry. "This one’s a girl!" The doctor shouted, and Clare opened her eyes, only to look at Eli. Tears filled her eyes, and streamed down her face, and she leaned back against the pillow that was under her head - feeling completely and utterly exhausted. But she knew that it would only be a matter of minutes until both of the babies were all cleaned up, and they would be able to hold them in their arms.


Welcome || Clare

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Eli’s eyes widened and he quickly walked towards the table, taking her hand in his. “I’m right here, don’t worry.” he told her softly, moving some of her curls which (surprisingly) were already soaking wet in sweat. He intertwined his fingers with hers and squeezed it tightly. “You’ll be okay soon, don’t worry.  And until then I’ll be right by your side.” he told her honestly, and even though they were fighting he would definitely be by her side through all of it. He’d hold her hand, and kiss her, and take care of her the whole time no matter what. She was in pain, and it made his head hurt to see her crying and begging for him. Her voice was getting choked up, as if she was hyperventilating and he bit his lip and sighed. “Can you get me some ice, and a chair?” he asked, and a woman quickly handed Eli a chair to sit beside her with. The doctor brought her some ice, and Eli brought it up to Clare’s mouth. “Suck on this, Clare, it’ll help you take your mind of the pain.” he said, sliding it into her mouth, and listening to her breathing as she tried to calm down. He clenched her hand and closed his eyes. “When the world gets too heavy put it on, my back, I’ll be your levy -” Eli began singing, to try and keep her in a somewhat of a calm state. And it was beginning to work, or at least it seemed like it was beginning to work. “You are taking me apart like bad glue on a get well card.” he breathed in and out at the same pace as her to try and be the same way as her. So that he could try and feel the way she was going through though he really wouldn’t. Tears were streaming down the poor girls face, and it brought tears to his own eyes. “It’s okay, Clare, it’ll be okay.”

Eli had finally took her hand in his, and began telling her that everything would be okay, and Clare felt somewhat better about the situation. But she still couldn’t stop the whimpers of pain from escaping her mouth, or the tears from streaming down her face. When Eli placed a some ice in her mouth, she began sucking on it, trying to take her mind off of the pain. It only worked a little - the pain was still a big problem for Clare, and she couldn’t really take her mind off of it. Clare listened closely as Eli was singing, and it made the moment feel a little better as well. The ice soon melted, and the pain began to get even worse. That’s when she heard the doctor exclaim: "The baby’s head is crowning!" Clare’s eyes went wide, and she shook her head, not prepared for anything that was to come. "We need you to push." The doctor said, and the nurse helped spread Clare’s legs, so she would be able to deliver the baby. But Clare continued to shake her head, hyperventilate, and cry. “Push, we need you to push!” Clare started pushing, and she could hear the nurse next to her telling her to take in deep breaths, and to remain calm. She squeezed Eli’s hand harder that she was before, and she couldn’t help it. She clenched her eyes shut tightly, and let small screams of pain escape from her mouth. The pain was excruciating, and she didn’t want to push any longer. She felt like she had no energy left at all. But the doctor told her to continue pushing, and not to stop. “I can’t,” She breathed out. "Just a few more, okay?" The doctor explained, and she listened. Using as much energy as possible, she pushed once again, letting out another scream, and she felt like she was going to pass out. But then, she heard something. A cry. A baby’s cry. "It’s a boy!" The doctor exclaimed, and Clare kept her eyes closed, breathing in and out loudly, her ears ringing. She didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to believe that all of this was happening. The doctor cut the umbilical cord, and handed the baby off to the nurse to clean off. and Clare almost felt relieved that it was over and done with…but it wasn’t. There was still one more baby to be delivered, and she wasn’t sure when the contractions would start again.


Welcome || Clare

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They all moved into one of the operating rooms for Clare to deliver the baby, and Eli stared nervously as they helped her onto the table. Eli could sense that she wanted nothing to do with him at the time. So he stayed back a little, watching as they turned on lights and got the whole situation ready. “Okay, Clare, tell us how you’re feeling.” the doctor asked, and Clare stuttered out words of pain, but Eli’s mind was in a blur. What were they supposed to do when they got home? What were they supposed to do with their babies? They didn’t have cribs to sleep in, and the only thing that Eli and Clare half had, was that house that Eli had been fixing up…but it was never finished. They were, in one word: Fucked. “Okay, take some deep breaths. It’s going to be painful but you’ll make it, okay?“ The doctor reassured her, and Clare screeched in utter torture. The sounds that fell from her mouth pained him so much, and he closed his eyes, and leaned against the wall. He felt like shit because he couldn’t help her. If he had known that she was about to go into labor minutes later, he would never have hit her - no, if he had been thinking straight, he would never have hit her. He was always regretting it, this was the second time he had done that - but he couldn’t take it back now. He closed his eyes and tried to wait for this to be done, if it had been a happy time for them, he would have been helping her, holding her hand through the whole thing but it’s not like she wanted to be near him at the time. But suddenly, his eyes perked open, when he heard his name being called. It wasn’t one of the doctors either, it was her voice. Unless it was his mind playing tricks on him…Clare was calling his name…No, Clare was begging for him.

While they were helping Clare onto the table, she let more moans of pain escape from her lips. The pain was growing more and more, and she felt as if she was going to explode. Then, the doctor asked her how she was feeling, and she shook her head. “Terrible,” She groaned, taking in a deep breath. “My stomach hurts.” She said, almost to herself, and she saw the doctor nodding his head, telling her that everything would be painful, but she’d be okay. Clare usually handled pain well…actually, she didn’t - she always acted like she did. But this time, she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t in pain, there was no time for that. She clenched her eyes shut tightly as the doctor began to examine her, and she continued letting noises of pain come out of her mouth, and every few seconds, they would get louder. She was in pain, and she was terrified. And she felt as if nobody was there for her - to hold her hand or to comfort her. But she opened her eyes, and looked at Eli - actually noticing that he was there…and if she wanted him to help her get through this, she could just ask. “Eli,” Clare called out, as a loud gasp of pain escaped from her mouth. “Eli, please help.” She begged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She needed his help - she didn’t know what she would do without him. She figured that the both of them probably didn’t even want to speak to each other, but she knew she couldn’t go through this alone. “I need you so much, Eli, please.”


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Eli swallowed hard, his nerves were shot, his heart was beating fast, and his stomach made him feel like he was about throw up. “We can do this, can’t we? We’ve been waiting months for this…maybe it’ll fix the broken relationship we have. Maybe it’ll fix me.” he spoke more to himself, as he knew Clare honestly didn’t give a shit about him anyways. Or, maybe she did. She just didn’t give a shot about what he was saying at the moment. He was pissed at her, and himself for the time being - and she could hate him as much as she wanted. Eli pulled up to the hospital and quickly put the car in park, and jumped out, rushing to Clare’s side of the car. He quickly opened the door and helped her waddle towards the front of the hospital - and when they even stepped inside, Eli felt like complete shit. Just walking into a hospital costed money, and then…having children? They’d be broke soon. These factors never really fell into his mind when he did it, when both of them did it. “You’ll be okay, Clare, don’t worry.” Eli and Clare walked up to the front desk, as he told the woman the situation, and without even being asked, a man in scrubs came up behind Clare and helped her sit down into a wheel chair. “Hey!” Eli snapped at the man. “Don’t touch her.” he said batting him away, and helping Clare sit down herself. “Eli,” Clare whispered in an embarrassed tone. “Stop it, be nice.” Clare flashed him a fake smile and the two of them walked down the hallway to the room the woman had told them to go to. Eli pushed the wheel chair himself, as if he had complete and total control over Clare, there was no way anyone was going to lay a hand on her besides him. “Stay calm, baby, I’ve got you.” he said calmly.

Clare practically blocked out everything Eli was saying, and focused on the stomach pains instead. As much as she tried to take her mind off of it, she couldn’t - but they had finally arrived at the hospital. Clare let Eli help her out of the car, and she suddenly felt the urge to turn around and go back home. She was scared to give birth, she was afraid of everything that was going on. But she knew that wouldn’t happen - she had to deliver the babies. The two of them walked into the hospital, and Clare looked down as Eli explained to the lady at the desk what had happened. Almost out of nowhere, a male nurse came up to her with a wheelchair, and she got ready to let him help her sit down. But of course, Eli had something to say, and it wasn’t very nice either. “Eli, stop it. Be nice.” She said quietly, trying to give him her best fake smile. Eli then helped her sit down in the wheelchair, and she watched as the nurses looked at him with confused expressions glued to their faces. Eli began to push her himself down the hallways of the hospital, and she heard the nurses telling him where to go, so she could deliver the babies. The male nurse followed them, while another lady nurse followed behind them as well. Clare heard Eli speaking softly to her, telling her that everything would be okay, and she didn’t like the little act he was putting on. She didn’t like how he treated her so terribly one minute, and was so caring another. But it did feel nice to have someone tell her that everything would be fine, and acting like they cared about her, even if they didn’t. The four of them had to go down a few hallways, up an elevator, out of the elevator, and down another hallway to get to the hospital room which she would give birth to the babies in. And after getting pushed around in the wheelchair for only five minutes, the pain in her stomach increased once again, and she let out a small gasp, along with a yelp. She knew there was more pain to come, and she knew that would be worse than the pain she was feeling now.