Chapter 107: Chapter 107

''Rainbows always come after the darkest storm.'' - bayart.org

Claire's POV

I was settled in my room and after checking everything mom, dad, uncle Kevin and aunt Sarah left to return home. It was already 5 o'clock in the evening and I had a light soup and took a nap.

Aunt Emily woke me up for dinner and after having the creamy fish stew with bread rolls, I took my medication and fell asleep. I was too drowsy and tired to do anything else. I spent the whole time locked up in my room. With the curtains drawn and the balcony door closed, I blocked out Jason and his room from my view altogether. Therefore, I had no idea if he was there at his house or not. In fact, I wasn't even curious to know. My soul was dead already!

The next day, mom, dad, and Stefan visited me and then left for New York. I was not allowed to go to college for a week till I completely recovered, so I spent my time either reading, chatting with aunt Emily, or watching a movie.

By evening, I was bored. Aunt Emily helped me downstairs to the reception room and I chatted with her. I watched her cook dinner and gazed out of the window. I had no idea if the house next door was vacant! I wondered if Jason had left with his girlfriend.

Ever since I came back, there was no one living next door. I didn't ask aunt Emily and she too didn't mention anything about Jason to me.

The next day I felt much better. My strength was restored and I could move around without help. By evening, aunt Emily's friends came to see me and go grocery shopping with her, but she refused. I forced her to go as I was feeling much better. I sat down on my bed with a book while she left with her friends.

There was a noise downstairs and I remembered the last time that aunt Emily had gone, Jason had come in. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize when my bedroom door opened.

"What happened to you, love?" the deep baritone voice of Jason filled the room and I closed my eyes. When would I stop thinking about him, hearing his voice in my head? This time my lovesick brain could smell his cologne as well! A tear trickled down my cheeks without my permission.

A soft caress on my cheek made me open my eyes with a start, only to find a concerned and agitated Jason sitting on the bed, right in front of me. With his unshaven beard and mustache, his tousled hair, he looked like a truck had mowed him down. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as if he was in pain seeing the pathetic state I was in. Only he had no idea that I knew all about him. He couldn't fool me anymore. I moved my face away from his touch, turning around so that I couldn't see him and his false pretenses.

"Go away," was all I could choke out. How could he be such a great actor? Why was he even wasting his time showing his false concerns for me? Images of him pumping his seeds into the woman flashed across my mind, making me more disgusted and angry with him.

"I can't go away, love. I'm sorry I had to be away for two months," he said as I rolled my eyes.

"Please, I don't want to talk right now. You can leave," I told him harshly.

"Please don't drive me away, Claire," he pleaded as if his life depended upon my answer.

"Go back to her. I'm sure you can find more if you're tired of her. I'm dead and have nothing to offer you. Please leave Jason." I emphasized, turning away from him.

"What are you talking about? Who are you talking about?" he asked confusedly.

"Oh please, I saw you with my own eyes, having mindless sex with a wh*re," I told him pointedly but he stared at me incredulously as if he couldn't understand what I was saying.

"I'm not getting you, love. Where exactly did you see me?" he asked.

"In your house, in your bedroom, where else?" I yelled angrily. Why was he feigning ignorance when he knew very well what I was talking about?

"When did you see me?" he asked trying to grasp what I was saying.

"A month back when I returned from New York," I told him. "Good that I returned unannounced. How else would I have known your true nature?"

"So, what did you do then?" he asked with concern.

"What else was there to do? I went to live in my college dorm and worked as a trainee cosmetologist nearby," I told him as he nodded in understanding.

"So you overworked and landed in a hospital?" he asked finally understanding.

"Yes. Now please leave if you're done interrogating me," I said irritated with his questions.

What right did he have to ask questions in this manner? My condition had worsened because of him and of course because of my own stupidity. I had to confess that he was very good at pretending that he cared. If I hadn't seen the truth with my own eyes, I would have fallen for his act.

"I'm not going anywhere. You should have looked after yourself. I'm not happy that you've been careless about yourself," he said but I rolled my eyes. "Promise me that whatever happens, you will not neglect your health," he said with concern.

I looked down and kept shut. "Promise me, Claire," he insisted and I just nodded.

"You don't have to show that you care. I know that you don't," I mumbled brokenly.

My eyes filled with tears. He didn't deny that he had sex with the woman. I would have to inform him that our parents were planning our wedding and that I had no plans of marrying him whatsoever.

"Don't cry love," he said wiping my tears but I waved his hands away.

"Am I nothing to you? Why did you do it, Jason?" I whispered.