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Forever Ours

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Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Note to Reader

Chapter 1 - CLAIRE - Forever Invisible

Chapter 2 - CHRIS - Forever Waiting

Chapter 3 - CLAIRE - Forever Asleep

Chapter 4 - CHRIS - Forever Chained

Chapter 5 - CLAIRE - Forever Awkward

Chapter 6 - CHRIS - Forever Curious

Chapter 7 - CLAIRE - Forever Envious

Chapter 8 - CLAIRE - Forever Blue

Chapter 9 - CLAIRE - Forever Holding On

Chapter 10 - CLAIRE - Forever Floating

Chapter 11 - CHRIS - Forever Addicted

Chapter 12 - CLAIRE - Forever Thankful

Chapter 13 - CHRIS - Forever Dreaming

Chapter 14 - CLAIRE - Forever Alone

Chapter 15 - CHRIS - Forever Jealous

Chapter 16 - CLAIRE - Forever Forgiven

Chapter 17 - CHRIS - Forever Happy

Chapter 18 - CLAIRE - Forever Surprised

Chapter 19 - CHRIS - Forever Frustrated

Chapter 20 - CLAIRE - Forever Yours

Chapter 21 - CLAIRE - Forever Starting Over

Chapter 22 - CHRIS - Forever Promised

Chapter 23 - CLAIRE - Forever Studying

Chapter 24 - CHRIS - Forever Troubled

Chapter 25 - CLAIRE - Forever Blindsided

Chapter 26 - CLAIRE - Forever Broken

Chapter 27 - CHRIS - Forever Lost

Chapter 28 - CLAIRE - Forever Torn

Chapter 29 - CHRIS - Forever Shattered

Chapter 30 - CLAIRE - Forever Aching

Chapter 31 - CHRIS - Forever Restless

Chapter 32 - CLAIRE - Forever Ours

Thank you!

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For all the Chris Knight fans.

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Note to the Reader

Music is an important part of this series. Some chapters in this eBook begin with a musical note. The musical note links to a YouTube video of a song that pertains to or is mentioned in that chapter. Most of these links are mobile-friendly and work on internet-ready devices such as smart phones, tablets, and computers. These links will not work on all e-readers. If you are reading
Forever Ours
on an incompatible e-reader, feel free to open the playlist on a compatible device and listen as you read.
 

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Chapter One

Claire

Forever Invisible

april, 2009

When I was six, my mom told me that fish can breathe under water because they don’t have lungs. And she left it at that. What she didn’t tell me is that, not only do fish never drown, but they also feel no pain. As I lie down on the filthy concrete behind the grocery store, all I can think is that I want to be a fish.

I wish I could say that I’m homeless through no fault of my own, but that’s not true. I’m not homeless. I’m a runaway. There is a slight difference, though the sleeping accommodations are basically the same.

I adjust the pillow under my head as I attempt to get comfortable. It’s not really a pillow. I pulled a cereal box from the dumpster and emptied it out, then I stuffed it with a bunch of discarded plastic grocery bags. I turn my face toward the pillow to smell the box. I never thought I’d actually want a pillow that smells like corn flakes, but it’s better than the smell of the dumpster that’s standing ten feet away.

It’s dark out here. It’s 1:30 a.m. If there’s anyone left in the grocery store, it’s just a couple of employees. I’ve been coming out here for the past seven nights to sleep. I let myself have a two-hour nap, then I leave. I wander the streets of Raleigh, trying not to feel sorry for myself. I’m a runaway. This is my choice. Then I think of what happened seven days ago — my last day at the Walkers’ house.

“Aaron wants to know if you’re a virgin.”

Lyle grins when he says this. He knows it’s going to piss me off. I’ve been at the Walker residence with Mr. and Mrs. Walker, fourteen-year-old Lyle, and his older sister Stephanie for three days. Three days may actually be a record for me. I think one week is the shortest amount of time it took me to get kicked out of a foster home before this. Lyle’s parents must have said something to him about my history, because he seems to think this comment is very amusing.
 

Aaron is another foster kid who’s supposed to be leaving in a couple of days. The Walkers are getting tired of him hanging out in the bedroom all day with his door locked. I don’t blame Aaron. And I highly doubt he’s the one who wants to know if I’m a virgin.

“You should tell Aaron that if he wants to know if I’m a virgin, he should sleep with his door unlocked.”

Lyle’s eyes widen. “Whoa…. You’re gonna have sex with him? Just like that?”

“I never said I was going to have sex with him. What I have in mind is much more fun for me than it is for him.”

“You’re a fucking psycho. No wonder your mom killed herself.”

“She didn’t kill herself. She OD’d.”

“She
should
have killed herself.”

When Lyle’s mom finally managed to pull me off of him, he had a bloody nose, swollen cheek, and sore crotch. I had a bloody lip, a bump on the head, and a reason to run.

Here I am now, trying to melt into the background of a grocery store. Trying to become invisible. But it’s difficult to fade into the scenery when your stomach is growling and your bones ache from sleeping on the hard concrete for seven days. Every movement makes me feel as if my hipbones and ribs are slicing through my delicate skin.
 

I’ve lost at least five pounds this week. I can feel it in my clothing. And I didn’t really have much weight to spare. One of the consequences of moving from one foster home to the next is that you never really feel comfortable eating. You’re always adjusting to someone else’s mealtimes and food preferences. I’ve been underweight for years.

In fact, I’m so underweight right now, I’m convinced this is the only thing that’s kept me from being hassled by the cops ever since I left the Walker house. I’m so thin I’m practically invisible. I’m used to being invisible. I actually prefer it. It’s the homes where people try to get you to talk about your feelings, or the other kids try to get friendly, that make me want to split.

I’m going to have to find a place to stay soon. When I checked
weather.com
in the library today, I discovered it’s supposed to rain in Raleigh tomorrow. It’s the last week of April. Can’t we leave the April showers behind us already?

The corner of the cereal box starts digging into my cheek and I lift my head so I can adjust it. That’s when I see the police car cruising by.
Shit!

My heart pounds as I try to force myself to think fast. What am I going to do? I can’t run. They’ll see me if I try to hide behind the dumpster. Maybe if I just lie still they won’t notice me.

The police car stops and the one driving shines his spotlight on me. I cover my eyes with my forearm and he quickly points it a few feet to my left. The car door opens and the tears come instantly as I sit up. They’re going to put me in another home with another shitty family that doesn’t care if I starve or if their son is a perverted jerk.

“Whatcha doin’ back here?” the officer asks as he approaches.

I look up at him for a moment then cover my face to hide the tears. “I’m lost.”

Chapter Two

Chris

Forever Waiting

Time stood still the first time I held a guitar in my hands. It was a kind of love that surpassed anything I’d ever felt. I don’t know if this means I’m screwed up or just that something broke inside me the day my dad left; and music was the only thing that seemed to fill the empty space. But nothing compares to how I feel when I’m lost in a melody. Even when I’m struggling with lyrics or time signatures, it always feels like I’m exactly where I need to be, doing exactly what I was created to do.

This is why I get really fucking annoyed when Tristan shows up late to practice. I know he doesn’t have the best home-life, but I’m eager to get this first set practiced so we can start trying to book gigs. I’m not sure who, if anyone, will take a band of unknown teenagers seriously. All I know is that I won’t stop until someone does. Until then, I’ll keep waiting for Tristan and hoping for our big break.

“Don’t you think this song should be a little more uptempo?” Jake asks as he sits on a stool behind his drum set, reading the notes I gave him for “Hunger,” a song I wrote about one of the foster kids my mom took in last year.
 

I still remember that kid’s name: Justin. His mom was addicted to meth and in an abusive relationship. Justin was six years old when they brought him here, and he was skinny as a leaf. His mom kept forgetting to feed him while she was high. These are the kinds of stories I hear all the time ever since my mom started taking in foster children a few years ago. I remember getting so pissed off just thinking about that kid lying in bed, his stomach growling, while his mom was off somewhere getting high or fighting with her boyfriend. I got so angry with my mom for allowing social services to take Justin back to his mom after she got a job and completed her mandatory drug counseling and parenting classes. That’s when my mom told me I had to learn to see the situation from the kid’s point of view.
 

All the kids that come through our house love their parents. No matter how shitty their parents treat them. And that taught me a little about love and forgiveness. If a kid can forgive a parent who nearly starves them to death, then I can forgive my father who abandoned me when I was six. Even if he doesn’t know I’ve forgiven him.

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