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Knock, knock, knock…
"Fuck off." Clary cursed. Looking in the mirror, he bit her lip. God, she hated herself. It was always "Oh, you're so pretty this, you're so pretty that." Couldn't they just fuck off and let her live her life? She looked at herself longer than usual. Her eyes a pale, purplish blue. Her gazed then moved to her hair then, red, straight strands dangled, just out of her face, and then her always too long front fringe, she clamped down harder onto her lip, feeling a disgusting, sloshy liquid in her mouth. Why? She asked herself. What did I do so wrong? Her face dropped. How could a father do this to his own flesh and blood? His only daughter? His only child? And her mother just stood back and just let it happen, and then go in the kitchen, like nothing ever happened? Her arm slammed down onto the mirror, pain shooting all the way up to her elbows. "Shit, shit, shit." Clary grumbled, seeing the shattered mirror before her. "What the fuck are you doing in there, Clary?" Shouted her dad. "Masturbating." She replied sarcastically.
"Well get the fuck out, I need a piss." He said nastily.
"Um. Well, that's very interesting. But I'm not finished yet," Clary laughed without any humour, in her tone.
Knock, knock, knock...
"Fuckin' hell, dad. Stop your shit."
"Clarissa, well, come out soon, 'cause me and your mum, have something to say to you." She rolled her eyes, first you need a piss next you and mum has something to say to me, make up your fucking mind! Her anger reached her face and her cheeks turned a beautiful, pinkish red. She made her way out of the bathroom and into her room, changing into a pair of boy shorts, and a black tank top. No school for her today, she really couldn't be bothered. Clary took the stairs real slowly, not in a rush to get downstairs, she giggled, and jogged, back up the stairs, and started again, stalling. Not wanting to see the stupid, fucking SOB. She sighed as she reached the bottom. With her head down she walked into the lounge, where she knew her fucked parents, would be waiting. Clary found them on the loveseat so she sat on the one seater; she crossed her arms over her chest, and crossed her left leg over her right. "Shoot." Wanting to get the news, out of the way. Her mum sat forward. Her eyes on Clary. "Clary, baby_''
"Fuck you, I'm not your baby," When you bash me, and send me out on the street for days, then invite me back in. "Clary," Her mum mended. "Your father, and me just wanted to let you know, that, I'm having a baby." Clary stared at them with wide eyes, for 2 seconds, her mum smiled taking in the expression, her daughter gave her, thinking it twas, all hunky dory. Clary then laughed angrily, "You think having another baby is alright, when you bash me? It fucking isn't alright… you need to learn to be good parents before, you go fucking up another baby's brain." Her mother and father looked at her with the emotion of shock. Her father then got up from the seat and walked over to Clary with anger written all over his face. "What the fuck did you just say?" He asked. "You heard me." She replied, a little unsure if she should have said that… Her father than lashed out and grabbed her wrist "Say it again." He said angrily.
She shook her head in disbelief and repeated herself. "You, sir. Are not fit enough for kids."
Her father had enough; he clenched his fists- that were still wrapped around her wrist- until he heard a satisfying squeal of pain from his daughter. This time, the first ever she had stuck up for herself, she stood and grabbed a handful of hair from her dad's head. "Go on, Hurt me again." She mimicked her father's words, smirking at him. She pulled her arm back and hit him on the nose twice, with her fist. The sound of her dad's nose crunch under her fist brought her happiness, for the first time in years. She released his hair, and she hurried into her room shutting her door, and locking it. Clary rushed over to where her side table stood and she looked through the first draw, she found what she was looking for and she held it tightly in her hand. She sat down on her bed, and stared up at the ceiling, "fuck." She whispered. She held the razor blade between her index finger and thumb, she drawled in a deep breath, and then the sliced the word "SCARED" into her upper left leg. She gave herself a little smile, and then cut a deep line through the terrifying word.
Clary yawned, suddenly aware that she had fallen asleep, or she had passed out, from the blood she lost. She was there on her bed, with blood stains, all over the joint. Maybe, the last cut wasn't such a good idea. She rolled over and looked at the clock, 5:00pm, mmm, she thought to herself, I don't want to sleep anymore, but I don't want to face him. "Fuck it." She smiled, and left her bed.
She left the house, clothed in a short vintage dress, tights and red converses. Clary looked around, unsure what to do or where to go. Without even realising, her thoughts flickered, to the small fetus growing inside her dreaded mother. Poor, little, child. She bit her lip, and kept walking, still not sure where to go. She rounded the corner, and met an awesome record store; she grinned widely, and made her way inside.
L.M.N.O.P, A huh! She thought, her fingers raked through the albums, P!nk, Pink Floyd, Paramore. She smiled, and collected the cd into her arms, Q.R.S.T.U.V.W, the next album wasn't hard to find she flipped through various albums, and she found the one she was looking for, the white stripes. She bit her lip and kept flicking til' she found WeThe Kings. One more, she thought to herself again. She made her way back to A, a couple more rounds of flicking she found it, all time low. She had the total of 4 cds in her hand so she made her way to the counter, to buy them all. "Oh, god." She muttered, at the counter was the hottest guy she had seen in a long time. She sucked in a deep breath, and walked over to where he stood. He smiled at her, making her feel warm and fuzzy; she then smiled back at him. "Hey, there, gorgeous" He spoke in a Texas accent, which makes her eargasm. "Hey." She replied, shyly, tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear. She handed him the 4 cds. He placed them all under then scanner one at a time. "$91.20, the price of showing me your left breast," He winked at her and chuckled when she blushed. She handed him the money, and a $20 tip. She leaned over whispered into his ear. "I could still show my boob." She laughed lightly into his ear, and then she pushed him back abruptly. He smirked "tease."
"Oh, really?" Clary asked him. He nodded. She leaned forward, her lips, so close to his, he could feel her breath. "Does that turn you on?" She bit her lip.
"Oh yeah, baby." He laughed when she attempted a wink.
She leaned across the counter "I'm Clary." She held her hand out.
"Jace," He took her hand in his, and kissed the top of hers. She blushed like crazy.
Jace, looked –stared- at her blush filled cheeks. "Mm, I really am a fan of you blushin'; may I have your autograph?" He chuckled.
"Sure." She flirted back. She took out a pen and a piece of paper from her bag and wrote a 10 digit number on it. "Call me?" She asked as she slipped the paper over to him. He nodded, his eyes stayed on hers. She gave him another smile, and then she turned and walked out of the shop. She stopped as soon as she was out of the shop, leaning against the wall; she tried to catch her breath. When she heard a bell tinkling, she turned to the sound. At the music store door, was Jace, leaning against the door frame, "Well?" She smile, obviously embarrassed.
He smirked, "Nah, I just saw ya out 'ere, red faced, Darlin', everything alright?" She smiled and bit her lip,
"You really want to know?" She asked.
"Mmhmm." Jace, took a step towards Clary, and Leaned against the wall next to her.
Clary giggled "Hmm, maybe 'cause you're…hot, sexy, absolutely gorgeous,"
Jace laughed, "should I be blushin' too, then, Darlin'?"
Clary blushed. And Jace laughed louder. "Well seein' you aren't going home yet, want to help me close up shop?"
Clary looked in the direction of her home, and shrugged "Sure, why not?" She giggled when Jace's face lightened up…
"What?" He asked. Clary just laughed. Jace, took her hand and led her inside. Once inside, Clary walked over to the counter, and tried to hope up onto it, when she couldn't, Jace laughed and walked over to her, "You 'right there, princess?"
Clary, shook her head, and pouted "It looks nice and comfortable up there, but, but, but, I can't reach." Jace shook his head and smirked. He reached out and put his hands under Clary's arms; he lifted her up and put her onto the counter. She giggled and crossed her legs. Jace rolled his eyes and went to check for hiding cds. Clary watched him with her chin in her hand. "You like what you see?" He asked jokingly.
"Derp." She laughed. She bit her lip, when Jace looked at her.
"So if you don't mind me asking… How old are you?" He looked at her from under his eyelashes.
Clary bit down on her lip harder. "17…you?"
Jace frowned "…the big two-zero." Clary bit on her lip a little too hard, blood started filling her mouth.
"Fuck..." she swore. Jace walked over to her and inspected her mouth, the blood starting to show through her lips. "Mm, potty-mouth, love it." He winked and went over to where a tissue box was sitting on the counter. He came back to her and wiped her mouth where blood was showing. Clary, smile at the comment,
Mm, potty-mouth, love it. She looked up at him, and he groaned. "Do you have to do that? Where you look up at me from under your eyelashes? It's irresistible." She giggled. She did it again, this time biting her lip. She looked at him properly. His golden eyes sparkled. His long eyelashes nearly longer then hers, his full lips, looking good enough to… kiss. And then for the first time she saw the hottest tattoo, it was like a sewn up gash, continuing from his mouth. He looked like a genuine bad boy, with his sexy blonde hair. The look of disgust turned up on his face, she frowned not knowing what she had done wrong. "What?" she asked, a little offended. "Clary, what's this?" his hand went up to her forehead; he pulled back her front fringe, and looked at the scar Clary had been trying to hide for 2 years. The scar she had gotten 2 year ago from her dad, still lingered there in the same place on her forehead. Her dad got a little too angry, and he lashed out. Clary had tried to run, her dad pushed her over and her head connected to the corner of the table, the doctor had said that she was lucky to be alive-. She shook the image out of her head "Uh. Nothing." She replied, trying to forget.
"That's not 'nothing', Darlin'." He frowned.
"Well, fine it's not 'nothing', but it's 'something' I want to forget." Clary snapped. She hopped off of the counter, grazing her bum, a little bit and leaned against it instead with her arms crossed over her chest, so she was only inches away from him. Her breath quickened, only 'cause he smelt like playboy, Clary's favourite boys' deodorant. She bit her lip and looked away, closing her eyes sharply.
"Darlin', you 'Kay?" He asked her, seeing her eyes closed.
"No," She whispered "You smell like playboy." She looked back up at him and gave him a naughty smile.
Jace laughed whole-heartedly. "Well, Darlin', I think you should go home, it's 7pm. You've been here 2 hours."
Clary shook her head rapidly, "Do I have to?" Jace laughed
"Fine than, Ice cream, my treat." He smiled down to her, and she returned the smile.
"Waiter, there's a douche in my ice cream." Joked Clary, after dabbing some of her ice cream onto Jace's nose. Jace's head rolled back and he laughed loudly. "Shh…" warned Clary, and she held her finger to Jace's mouth, "awe, I got more douche in there." She laughed the words. She smeared her ice cream covered finger over Jace's mouth. "More ice cream, Clary? Really?" Clary giggled. "Now you have to clean it up." He warned her. Clary reached over for the napkins, "I didn't mean you use them, I meant you use your lips." Clary looked around, no one was looking, so she stood, stepped onto the table, and over to the other booth. She leaned forward, her lips so close to his she smelt the mint of the chewy, he had been chewing for the past hour. "So you want my lips on yours?" Clary breathed. Jace nodded enthusiastically. Clary laughed.
She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere to far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and sm-
Mother-dearest calling. Clary rolled her eyes. But answered the phone anyways.
"What?" she demanded through the phone.
"Where are you?" Her mother asked
"Where ever I want to be."
"Get home now."
"No." Clary shut off the phone, and closed her eyes angrily.
A moment later, Clary felt a hand on her chin. "You 'right, Darlin'?" Clary shook her head, but opened her eyes. Jace pouted, "Well darn, we were getting to a good part." He winked in spite of his pout. Clary giggled, she moved from sitting next to Jace, to sitting on the table in front of him, one foot on each side of him. "Are you some sort of scuttle bug? You don't stop moving." He chuckled.
"What? Don't say you don't like it… 'Cause I will know you're lying." She winked, and bit her lip.
"Oh, I like it." He replied, smiling. "It's how I know you're good in bed." He laughed loudly when she blushed.
"Awe, well that's too bad, 'cause, you're never moving." She grinned and bit her lip.
"Well, if you believe that, I could always prove you wrong." He smirked, and pulled her down, by the legs, onto his lap.
"That should be fun." She giggled, "But, it's getting late, and I bet a good make out session would be more fun." She winked.
"Oh, I agree 100%." His Hand moved to where a piece of hair was dangling in front of Clary's face, and tucked it behind her ear.
She smirked and got off of his lap. "Too bad I'm not giving into you."
Jace laughed. "Well then, it's too bad for you, you're the one missin' out." He winked.
Clary rolled her eyes. "Take me home, lover-boy."
"Still want me to call?" Jace asked when Clary went to get out of the car.
Clary bit her lip "Duh." Clary could hear him laugh when she shut the door, and walked to the house.
Clary shut the door lightly, not wanting to wake her parents.
Turns out they were already up.
"What the fuck, child?" Her mother roared, and pushed Clary into the door.
"Don't touch me." Clary yelled, her voice cracking on the last word.
"You come the fuck home when I tell you."
"I'm 17, you fat, old, cow." Clary couldn't resist cracking a smile at that one.
"Get out of my house." He mother pointed towards the door.
Clary shook her head in disbelief, but turned and walked out into the cold weather, slamming the door on the way out. Clary froze on the first step, seeing that Jace hadn't moved the cutie was talking on the phone a smile pulled across his face. His gaze dropped onto Clary, light gleaming down on her red hair. Clary dropped her jacket she was holding, and raced off into the bush behind her house. She wouldn't cry, she couldn't cry. He was after her, and he can't see her crying. It's unattractive. And, and, it's gross. "Clary, baby." Jace called out. She pushed further, causing herself to fall flat on her face. "Fuck." She cursed and sat up; she pulled her knees up to her chest. She put her face in between her two knees, letting her tears spill over her face. "Clary," a voice breathed, very close to her ear. Against her own will, Clary sniffled, friggen' hell, he knew she was crying now. "Darlin', you goin' to talk to me?"
Clary sighed and looked up, her chin resting in the crevice of her knees, "Your accent is too sexy." She finally said. Jace was kneeling about a foot away from her, his face very close. This boy was the only person, who cared enough about her, that he came running after her, only after knowing her for a day. He smiled, showing his glorious, pearly whites. "Jace," Clary whispered quietly, she moved out of her position, so she was kneeling in front of Jace. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled him to her, feeling his juicy lips against hers for the first time. His arms snaked around her back, and he hugged her tightly too him. Clary took Jace's bottom lip in between her teeth, biting down hard. Jace gasped and pulled away. "Naughty, naughty." Her murmured, his lips found hers again, as one of his hands released Clary's body-while the other one still caressed it- and put it on the filthy ground. Clary lay down next to Jace's hand, pulling his face down with her; they continued to kiss, with her on the floor, and him hovering over her. Jace pulled away, his eyes meeting Clary's. "Honey? What's wrong?"
"Got everything?" Jace stood over her, with nothing but some pyjama pants on. He had insisted for her to come and crash on his couch, for only a day at least. This boy was too caring, he cared about Clary, and he cared about his friends and family. And that only made him hotter. Clary shook her head and pouted, "I need something else." She grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him on top of her, only the rug separated their bodies. "Now I have everything," she whispered. Clary had her hair tied into a high ponytail, her fringe still hanging freely, and she was wearing nothing, but one of Jace's old shirts. Clary placed a few small kisses on Jace's lips, and then she moved her mouth to the sexy tattoo printed, right next to his mouth. Jace pulled away and placed a couple of tiny kisses from her neck down to her collar bone. "Darlin', it's now 3am, and I'm a wee bit tired," Said Jace, finishing the sentence with a squeaky yawn.
Clary let out a little giggle "'Kay," She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his once more. Jace got off of her, and made his way into his bedroom, switching the light off as he went by, then he was gone. Clary sighed and turned over so she was facing the back of the couch, after closing her eyes, sleep had taken her after only 5 minutes.
"Fuck." Swore Jace, picking up the pan he had just dropped, he looked at Clary, checking to see if he had woken her. She was stirring but she was still asleep, Jace smiled to himself, how he had her on his couch was a mystery. He wasn't the sort of guy to make breakfast, hell, he didn't even eat breakfast. But today was special; a hot, gorgeous girl was sleeping on his couch, after her mother had kicked her out. Clary let out a little sigh, and turned over, "Jace," she muttered. Jace froze in his place, he looked over to where she was lying, and she was still asleep. Jace bit his lip, wanting to hear her voice again. After piling two pancakes on one plate and two one the other, he walked over to where his dining room table stood, he placed the plates down quietly and decorated the table with, syrups, fruit, silver ware, honey and some flowers. Jace smiled, admiring his work, he then walked over to Clary, placing a hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. Her eyes fluttered open; she sat up slowly, and rubbed her eyes. A glorious smile spread over her face, after taking a glance at Jace. Her arms wrapped around his neck, suddenly. And she pressed her tiny lips to his. "'Morning." She breathed releasing him.
"'Morning." Jace smiled. "I made breakfast; I am quite impressed with my work."
"But, I smell." She complained, "I don't want to repel you." She cracked a smile.
"Breakfast first, and then you can have a shower." Clary thought it over, while biting her lip.
"Deal," Clary finally said. Jace grinned and held out his hand, Clary took it very willingly. They both made their way to the dining room.
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