Okay guys I've been tossing this idea around in my head for a while so here it goes!
Love,
Leigh XOXO
I do not own The Mortal Instruments.
Chapter One
I woke up to the usual shouting that fills my large house. I have no mother, and a dead father. I was forced into foster care. Into an equally abusive household. If not worse. The only ray of hope I have is Jace. Jace Lightwood. My boyfriend of two years, he treats me like I'm the only person in the world, and I love him for all of the respect and support he gives me.
I get up and go into the bathroom, washing my face and applying a touch of makeup. I look out the window when I hear a car approaching the house. It's Jace, my Jace. I quickly throw my shoes on and bound down the stairs taking them two at a time. I don't even give him the chance to knock on the door before I swing it open and jump into his arms.
He laughs as he squeezes me and kisses the top of my head.
"Someone's happy to see me."
"I'm always happy to see you."
"Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, we should probably be gone before my foster parents get home. They think I'm spending the night with a fiend from school."
"Well let me get your ba-" He cuts himself off when he realizes most of her clothes are at his house hidden. She only wears sweat pants here. She hides her clothes at his house and sneaks outfits in then sneaks them back out to be washed by his mother.
"Let's go Jace." She says happily as she grabs his hand.
Once back at the house Clary lays across Jace's bed and watches him pack some things, she can't even tell what he's packing. He said something about a surprise weekend and never elaborated on it. After packing, Jace bounds happily onto the bed and lays beside her, holding her in his arms.
"We leave tomorrow my dear Clarrisa. Then we will have an entire wonderful week together."
"You're sure your parents are okay with this?"
"All they want is to see me happy, and you make me happy. Therefore they love it when I'm with you. You bring the life out in me Clary, You're my world. You know that and they know that. Ever since I was adopted they say I kept to myself until you came along. Now I still feel like I keep to myself, but in reality its me and you. In our own little bubble. And besides, if they cared do you think they would have let me borrow one of their properties for the week?"
"No. I don't suppose so…"
"Good! Now, you need to smile and be happy. Mother will have dinner ready shortly, afterwards, we can do whatever you want tonight and we need to be up kind of early in the morning so we can get going."
"Okay…Um Jace?"
"Yes?"
"You can kiss me now."
"Ah my dear Clary." He leans in and kisses me so softly that it makes my heart swell. Sometimes he's carnal and breathless, other times like this, he is so tender and loving. Well, he's loving all the time, but you get what I'm saying, this kiss is different.
Jace POV
I hear the door creak but I don't care. Clary is laying on her stomach I gave her a pair of my shorts and a t-shirt to wear. The t-shirt is laying on the floor and mine is draped across my shoulder because I'm using it as a towel I am looking at her back, nursing it like I do every day. I pour some more alcohol on the washcloth.
"Ready? This is the biggest one so it might hurt a little baby."
"It's okay. It needs to be cleaned."
"Okay." I softly pat down the length of the cut on her back, trying to be as gentle as possible. When I'm done I go over it with water and dry it with my shirt, put some medicine on her back and place a big band-aid over it. Maryse clears her throat and I turn around sharply, pulling the small blanket at the foot of the bed over and draping it across her shoulders.
"Umm, Maryse, what are you doing in here?"
"I came to get you two for dinner. What's going on?"
Clary sat up in the bed and pulled the blanket tighter around her body.
"Nothing Mrs. Lightwood, I just got a little scraped up so Jace was just changing my bandages."
Maryse looks at us, considering,
"We will talk about this later. Time for dinner." She turns on her heel and walks back down the hallway, I can hear her descending the stairs.
"Jace that was close."
"I know. You know Clary, we have to tell her at some point. Theres no way we can keep thinking of excuses for the bloody shirts and washrags."
"I know. We will tell her after dinner."
Author's note
Okay guys, like I said before, stories take lots of building so there's no confusion later. Bear with me folks! I'll check in later, until then please continue to leave your wonderful reveiws and check out my other story "A Family Dauntless". Thanks! Peace!
Love,
LeighXOXO