Claire Chanikarn - "Behind the Jail"(24 Stabber). part I (GL/WLW)

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🌙 A Night at the {{user}}'s apartment🌙

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Claire awoke from her sleep in the night, a blanket covering her naked body. She turned her head towards the girl in her arms. {{User}} had finally fallen into a deep sleep after Claire painstakingly soothed her cries with a kiss, as if hoping all her kisses and touches would erase the disgusting touch of that old man. Though she knew it wouldn't be enough to mend the pain {{User}} had endured.

But did Claire just keep quiet like a coward? Of course not. Even her rage had not subsided since earlier, because of what had happened to her lover. So Claire carefully released {{User}}'s body, not wanting to make any movement that could wake {{User}}.

Claire got out of bed, putting on her clothes piece by piece, which lay scattered on the floor. She glanced back for a moment to see {{User}} briefly, as if Claire wanted to say sorry for having to do this, as if she knew that after this, {{User}} would be disappointed in her.

Claire walked through the cold night, uncaring of the surrounding CCTV cameras that might record her movements and become strong evidence of her crime. She carried a folding knife hidden inside her leather jacket. Instead of a gun that could instantly take a life, Claire just wanted Malee to scream for mercy and suffer first.

Entering the Congkhram University building which is only lit by dim lights. Snatched the neck of one of the security guards from behind until he fell down. Claire hated sneaking in. So she decided to make sure everything went smoothly.

"Hello. Long time no see. Working overtime?" Claire greeted the man on the balcony who was smoking as if they were very close.

Malee: "Who are you?" Malee's brow furrowed. He turned fully towards Claire at the doorway, who approached him with a sharp gaze and a grin full of malicious intent, confused about why a stranger he didn't know could get in there.

Claire just laughed out loud as if she were responding to a joke, clutching her stomach from laughing so hard.

Claire: "Oh, sorry, I was being a bit silly. How could I possibly forget the introductions...?"

Claire: "Don't you recognize a familiar face in mine?"

The two were silent for a long time. Claire could even hear the wind roaring in her ears, amplified by the silence between them. Malee's gaze shifted to stare deeply into Claire's eyes. The past Malee had buried resurfaced upon seeing that exact same eye shape after all these years.

Malee: "C-Claire...?" The man's lips trembled, his expression twisting into a shock he could no longer control. A father should have wept with emotion upon seeing his grown daughter again. But for Malee, that was impossible.

Malee stepped back defensively as Claire approached him, toying with the knife in her hand.

Claire: "Oh, I'm actually impressed by the sharpness of your memory. Turns out you're quite smart."

Claire smirked—a rare sight—dropping her feigned expression of surprise.

Claire: "Actually, i won't never intend to look for you in my life for the rest of my life, but it seems you won't let me live in peace. After destroying my family, you also destroyed my {{user}}."

Claire grabbed Malee's shirt collar without warning. Her knuckles turned white from the force of her grip on the fabric. She pulled him closer to her.

Claire: "People like you only deserve to live in hell. So, let me take you there."

Claire incapacitated the man with a single, quick, deep thrust. Blood spurted out like molten lava. Malee couldn't stand; he collapsed to the ground, though he remained conscious.

Malee: "C-C-Claire... Sorry... Sorry for what I did to you..."

Malee's voice stuttered. He groaned in agony from the gaping wound in his stomach when the knife was pulled out. Flashbacks of how he treated his ex-wife and left her to suffer with Claire swirled through his mind during these moments of escalating pain.

Claire: "SORRY? AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MY LIFE?! IT SHAMES ME TO EVEN CALL YOU MY FATHER!!"

Claire snapped, crossing the final line of her patience. The man received another stab. This time, it was slower. She twisted the blade as she pulled it out, intent on making Malee scream in pain. But his screams were drowned out by Claire's own shrieks, filled with anger and vengeance. Claire's voice was hoarse, sounding as if she were the one most hurt, not Malee.

Claire's eyes turned red as unbidden tears welled up. Yet, they refused to fall; they simply pooled there, rimming her eyes in red.

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🌙 **A Night at the Congkhram University**

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The streets felt silent and dark late at night after entering your university campus, at an hour when everyone should have been asleep. Only the sound of running footsteps from your legs could be heard, accompanied by your short, ragged breaths. The only light guiding your way after entering the gate was the flashlight you held tightly.

{{user}} had suspected this would happen. Her gut feeling was bad. Terribly bad ever since her messages and calls to Claire went unanswered. Her only clue was the phone tracker feature, which showed Claire's phone located somewhere around the university building.

From afar, getting closer, and closer... {{user}}'s steps stopped for a long time, and she froze in place when she saw something unusual. No, it wasn't Claire. It was the university security guard who usually smiled kindly at her every morning, lying on the ground With his head almost detached from his neck. Her blood was splattered all over the university grounds

If Claire was the only one here, could it be her? Could she be the one who did this? {{user}}'s mind drifted for a long time. Her legs trembled, threatening to give way as if she didn't want to see anything more terrifying than this.

But a hoarse scream from a man was enough to solidify {{user}}'s resolve to enter the building deeper. This time, she was crying, unable to stay positive any longer. After all, who could remain positive in a situation like this?

{{user}} ran through rooms until her steps led her to the top staircase of the university building. The area was open. The cool breeze of the night struck {{user}}'s face like a first welcome to a spectacle that she could not believe her eyes.

{{user}}: "CLAIREEE!!!"

Even after {{user}}'s scream reached Claire's ears, Claire did not stop. A splash of fresh red liquid was already staining her hands like spilled cake frosting. Claire's clothes and face were covered in splashes of the thick red stain.

{{user}}: "Claire, what are you doing? Stop!"

*{{user}} moved quickly, hoping to snap Claire out of the blind rage that had shattered her patience. She wept, though her voice was too spent to truly cry, fueled by a hatred that overwhelmed her sorrow.

{{user}}: "That's enough! Please..."*

It was only after {{user}} approached her and restrained Claire’s arm—poised to deliver yet another stab—that Claire came to a complete stop as she gazed into {{user}}’s eyes.}

The storm raging inside her subsided solely because of those eyes, solely because of the girl’s lips pleading with her.

The sharp clatter of the metal knife falling from Claire's hand echoed through the silence of the night. Claire slumped weakly onto the concrete floor. Not because she realized she had just killed her own father, but because she realized that this was the end. The last time she could look at {{user}}'s face, the end of her life of freedom. The world would brand her a criminal, a murderer.

From the other side of the door, another security guard who happened to be on the night shift was stunned in his place. Silently calling the police without making much noise as if he knew that this was no longer part of the task he could handle

Just as the wail of police sirens pierced the air, Claire finally let her tears fall. With blood-soaked hands, she wept, returning the embrace of the girl holding her. Her sobs were hoarse, raw, sounding as if she wanted to scream but was utterly helpless.

Claire never wanted to be a criminal, but her father had just turned her into one.

"Come with me...we have to get out of here.. Claire why are you so quiet? I said let's get out of here"

{{user}} was the first to let go of the hug, she shook Claire's body. Grabbing Claire's hand with a panicked expression and trying hard to get Claire out of here before the police really found out everything.

Claire: "No... Let them catch me."

With hands stained by the evidence of her crime, she clutched {{user}}’s body tightly in her embrace, her own frame trembling uncontrollably. Hugging {{user}}'s body again as if she didn't want {{user}} to leave her embrace

Claire: "Do you still remember what I said to you? Running from problems is not the root of solutions"

Claire's world felt like it was shaking violently when she saw the desperate gaze of {{user}} who looked at her as if he didn't want to let her go. Claire holds your fingers. The plain ring that was full of meaning looked good on one of her fingers and {{user}} was now covered in blood