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CD and the night	By : TankTopTaco Category: M through R > Modern Family Views: 5590 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Modern Family or any of its characters. Especially Claire. I make no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
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Sometimes the dark can be your friend. Sometimes when the sun rises it doesn't wake us but rather imprisons us. Buried in the sea of reality. Claire was happy, right? She was married had 3 kids. Each of them doing great things. But for some reason, there was this itch on her back that she just couldn't scratch. It was on rare occasion that Claire got time to herself. Between her kids and a husband, it seemed that there was never time to invest in herself.
So when the night presented itself when she could be her. Well, only a crazy person would not go crazy. Or rather go sane. She knew of a party and she would do anything to make it memorable. She had taken an oath to make tonight the most amazing and memorable night of her life.
She did with a few drops of blood from her arm. No one knew that she had started cutting again. In her childhood, she had to deal with her parent's toxic relationship. After many years of therapy, she was all better. Or so she thought. But this night would be one that would hold her sane for many years to come. Her oath was to say yes to anything anyone said to her. She needed this as much as the body needs food and water.
It was approximately 5 pm. The sun was far from setting on this summer day. She made sure nothing would interupt her nights excitment. She did what she knew best. She made sure her kids were on the right page. She tried to nurture them so nothing would get in her way. Quite a kind evil plan. But she needed this. So as the dark came well let's just say she would too. But would it be because of her husband, hm, maybe? She got dressed in this sexy yet slightly modest gray with hints of this salmon dress. It reached just to her knees. Claire had a thought in the back of her head. More of a feeling less of words but it went like this. It reeked of sin. Being religious to the point of lying to her kids about God's plan to get them to follow this imagined perfect was not out of the question. She was a Pritchett and sin was in her.
She arrived at the party trying to conceal her fresh cut. She had covered it up with concealer earlier in her car. Hopefully, no one will know. When she got there there was an excitement in the air that she could not feel but imagined it was. She could see everyone's smiles. Hear everyone's laughter. She went to the table to get herself a drink. A bit too early for a drink Claire. said a voice she had not heard since she was a child. But what could have brought this up? Was it that she started cutting again. "Shut up." She whispered. Hopefully, no one heard.
As she looked far off a man approached her.
"Hey." Said this man. In a very 'friendly' voice
Claire was aware of this. Being open-minded she didn't think much of it
"Oh hey."
"Well, what brings you here and that gorgeous dress?"
"Oh just trying to have a fun night away from... Never mind that thankyou"
I've had this forever. I finally had a reason to wear it."
"What a shame. I'd wish you weren't."
"Oh, do you wish you were wearing it?"
"Sort of." He said then a pause "I wish you would take it off so I can cum inside of you."
Claire are you going to let this man talk to you in this manner said the voice Say something back
"No ill do better" said, Claire
That is when she dropped her drink and kissed this man
What are you doing? said the voice at the same time as this very "friendly" man moaned
"Oh shut up," Said claire
"Why don't we go to my room?"
"No."
"No?"
"I want you to fuck me right here right now. In. front. of. every. one." This man was scared but the only thing that he could manage to get out of his lips was
"OK."

Now as Claire lay on her back in front of the remaining people at the remaining crowd had a smile on her face. She had not been satisfied in this way since she had been with Phil. What made it more impressive is that this man was very 'friendly.'
"I really enjoyed your cock" Said claire "Did you enjoy me?"
"Good question." He paused trying to figure out how to answer Claire's question.
He took too long so claire stood up. Now claire was so overjoyed that she never once thought of a condom. Could it be that she was pregnant? No, impossible. This friendly man couldn't get her pregnant. As absurd as that sounds that's what she thought at that time. She left the party only getting dressed in the parking lot.

A few weeks later--------

"No," said Claire in a panic. Could she be? She was already late. She didn't want to think about it. However, she couldn't shake it from her hair. She had not had sex with Phil in 3 months. What would she do if that man had indeed... Would she get an abortion? No that's impossible God would punish her. She had to think of something. But what could she do? What options were out there for her? Could she abandon her life here and go off with this man? Maybe she could leave a note for her family saying that she was abducted? She had to find this man. But where to start how could she track him down. She didn't even know his name. She went to the friend that told her about that party. Hopefully, he would find a way to track him down. She had to be cautious not to hint that something had happened. Perhaps that she left something in his car. What ever this excuse was it had to be perfect.
"Hey, James it's been a while since we've talked hope all is well" she said. "That party 3 weeks ago was so much fun. God, I got wasted hardly remember any of it." He responded "There was this very nice friendly and fabulous guy. You wouldn't know how I can get in contact with him? Okay okay, Thank God. Oh no, It's nothing just super fun gay you know. Alright, Hope all is wonderfully grand, bye-bye."
The moment the call ended a wave of relief washed over Claire. Thank God, thought Claire However that was short-lived since now she had a different problem to face. Should she wait until she was 100 percent sure she was... No, she had to let him know now even if she was unsure. She could not waste any time. Oh, course this was the most difficult thing she would ever do. And how would it go? Would he be hysterical? Would he hang up on her? She didn't know. She couldn't know.
Part of her wished that he would hang up and move to a different country just so she wouldn't have to face this stain for a few more weeks. So she called and said
"Hey, this is..."
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Claire drove in her car. Why was she in her car? Time will tell. She was angry and speeding while drinking. She was not completely wasted however she was feeling the effects. Was she trying to kill herself? Time will tell. Was she hoping the police would pull her over and arrest her? Maybe.
She could see it, the coffee shop. Starbucks? No, never she had to go someplace no one would ever run into her. It was this shop. Not a cafe but more of a gas station that she got coffee one night and regretted. She slammed on the breaks nearly killing the person in front of her. However, the older man she nearly 'moved' didn't even notice. Luckily for her, that woke her enough. Distracted her from her suicide mission. So she was indeed trying to kill herself. See I told you time would tell.
She pulled into the gas station. It wasn't until now that she realized that she didn't know how this friendly man looked like. All she knew was what he wore that night. It's an interesting thing to remember about the man that got her 'pregnant. Or so she hoped not. She walked in and poured herself a cup. Sweetened by some off-name sugar packet. She took it black.
Black just like my future" she said silently hoping no one would hear her.
Or rather she hoped both possibilities would occur. She wanted pity at this moment. She wanted to be looked at like a child. She was a child, wasn't she? She had cheated on her husband and gotten pregnant. A man he had 3 children with. And now she would have a fourth child. What was wrong with her. What drove her here.
Was it the stress? Was it the cutting? The voice?
She was waiting for this extremely effeminate guy to walk in. Dressed in floral print, pants to his knees, and brown boots. Oh yeah, mustn't forget a handlebar mustache. She had imagined this man as the quinquennial queer LA man. Time was elapsing and he hadn't shown himself. She was starting to get angry. She was sitting on one of the 3 stools. All seemed unfit for a surgical procedure in an undeveloped country on the bad side of town done by a Doctor that had lost his license. Fitting she thought "All three options are terrible and might give everyone in this stool an STD. Anger was in her mind but not yet in her heart. Ah, that anger is the worst one to have. For once it enters your heart what can one do. Hope and pray? Seem to be all one can do in those times.
She heard the sound of a ringing bell. Well, truthfully she had heard it a few times since she had sat down. However, this time it was much louder. It seemed to come from inside her mind. She stood. And she gasped. In a whisper "No."
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