Southern California, Friday
Claire had left Milieux sometime in the afternoon. Just as he said he would, Mack was there to carry her bag out to the cab. She couldn't help thinking that was incredibly sweet. It was something to make her smile on a day where she'd possibly be frowning and crying later on.
The flight hadn't been too bad. Some slight turbulence, but nothing major. Not as turbulent as things were at home.
Especially when she confronted her dad. She couldn't just let it go. There were just somethings he couldn't get away with. Removing Sam's memories was one of those things.
Of course, he spewed that nonsense about it being for her own good. He was only trying to protect her.
"Yes, because he such a threat," Claire sighed. "Now we're broken up and I'm miserable. How is that supposed to be better for me?"
"He hurt you, Claire..."
She shook her head sadly. "Not as much as you did."
With that, she ran upstairs to pack up the rest of her belongings. "I can't stay here."
"Claire, don't say that." This time it was her mother's voice. Claire sighed, her eyes filling with tears. "How can I, Mom? After what he did?"
"I'm not excusing what he did, but...this is your home."
"No, Milieux is my home. That's where my friends are." She reached for a photo of the entire family and placed it in her suitcase. "I don't usually have to worry about anything hurting me there."
"God, you're such a brat." Lyle this time. "All this because of some dumb boy?"
Claire glared at her little brother. "Next time Dad has the Haitian remove your memories, I'll remember not to care."
"Claire!" Sandra interjected.
She just idly went back to packing.
"You're not going back there," Noah said from the door. "That school has done more damage than good..."
"No!" Claire cried. "I am going back. You are not taking me away from there."
"I can and I will," he said, reaching for the phone.
"I've got family there, too," Claire spat. "My real dad."
That got his attention. "We're your family."
"Not you," Claire said quietly. "I'm pretty sure my real dad wouldn't try to ruin my life."
"You're not going back," he repeated.
"I hate you!" She cried before leaving her belongings and running far away from the house. Likely, she figured, for good.
No one was going to make her leave the only town where she felt accepted.
[ooc: Obviously establishy. Also NFB due to distance.]
The flight hadn't been too bad. Some slight turbulence, but nothing major. Not as turbulent as things were at home.
Especially when she confronted her dad. She couldn't just let it go. There were just somethings he couldn't get away with. Removing Sam's memories was one of those things.
Of course, he spewed that nonsense about it being for her own good. He was only trying to protect her.
"Yes, because he such a threat," Claire sighed. "Now we're broken up and I'm miserable. How is that supposed to be better for me?"
"He hurt you, Claire..."
She shook her head sadly. "Not as much as you did."
With that, she ran upstairs to pack up the rest of her belongings. "I can't stay here."
"Claire, don't say that." This time it was her mother's voice. Claire sighed, her eyes filling with tears. "How can I, Mom? After what he did?"
"I'm not excusing what he did, but...this is your home."
"No, Milieux is my home. That's where my friends are." She reached for a photo of the entire family and placed it in her suitcase. "I don't usually have to worry about anything hurting me there."
"God, you're such a brat." Lyle this time. "All this because of some dumb boy?"
Claire glared at her little brother. "Next time Dad has the Haitian remove your memories, I'll remember not to care."
"Claire!" Sandra interjected.
She just idly went back to packing.
"You're not going back there," Noah said from the door. "That school has done more damage than good..."
"No!" Claire cried. "I am going back. You are not taking me away from there."
"I can and I will," he said, reaching for the phone.
"I've got family there, too," Claire spat. "My real dad."
That got his attention. "We're your family."
"Not you," Claire said quietly. "I'm pretty sure my real dad wouldn't try to ruin my life."
"You're not going back," he repeated.
"I hate you!" She cried before leaving her belongings and running far away from the house. Likely, she figured, for good.
No one was going to make her leave the only town where she felt accepted.
[ooc: Obviously establishy. Also NFB due to distance.]