Sadly, i do not own ANY of the Mortal Instrument characters :(
But please review. It is my first fanfiction story. :)
He was late, like always.
``I'll only be gone for an hour, two hours top.`` he said before walking out the front door.
Six hours later and here I am sitting on the cold floor with a bottle of vodka, or what's left of it. I can hear the car pull up the drive way. My heart starts beating faster. Its amazing that even though I am so angry at him, he still affects me this way just thinking about him coming home, to me.
I hear the front door open, then close and my heart stops.
He turns out the living room light, with a look of surprise and guilt.
``Where have you been?`` I slurred looking at him, if looks could kill he'd be lying there in his blood in front of me.
``Out.`` he said, crossing his arm across his chest leaning against the door frame looking at me. The smell of alcohol reiked off of him, or was that me?``When you say you'll be home in, one, two hours, I didn't expect that you'd be home six hours later.`` I said angry. His face faltered into a look of guilt then angry.
``You don't own me. I'm a grown man, I can do whatever the hell I want.`` he said, angry.
``I never said you couldn't do anything!`` I yelled at him, standing up, tipping over a little, he looked worried and tried to reach out for me but I put my hand up gesturing for him not to move.
``Don't touch me.`` I said dangerously. His face looked furious.
``You've been drinking.`` he said, not asking a question but stating a fact.
``So, I can do what I want, I'm a grown women.`` I said, mocking his words.
``But drowning yourself in alcohol, what the hell do you think your doing?`` he yelled.
``I'm just sitting here waiting for my boyfriend to come home!`` I yelled back.
``Well honey, I'm home!`` he said sarcastically. Which got me angrier, I stumbled over towards him and slapped him across the face, he looked at me shocked.
Then his face scrunched up into an angry frown, and tossed me over his shoulder.
``Jace! Put me down!`` I screamed, thrashing his back with my small pale fist.
He then dropped me on my matress, and left and locked the door behind him.
I ran towards the door banging my fists angrily, demanding he let me out.
``Sleep it off, then we'll talk.`` I heard him shout at the other end of the door,
``You don't tell me what to do!`` I yelled, banging my fists harder. All of a sudden my forehead started hurting, and sleep sounded like a good idea.
Slowly, i sat against my door my body falling over exhausted, then I fell into a dreamless slumber.