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Jace POV:

I couldn't breathe. She wanted me gone. She kicked me out. The only Mother I've known wanted to get rid of me because of HIM. For once I had no sarcastic come back. I just stood there, stunned.

"Jace?" Maryse asked when I didn't respond. Her tone was still harsh, but with an underlying tone of worry that reminded me of when I was ten and had nightmares. She would come in and calm me down, then she'd stay with me until I fell asleep.

I stopped waking up screaming by the time I was thirteen, but to this day, on nights she's home, she still comes to check on me in the middle of the night, to see if i'm okay. I pretend to be asleep so I don't have tell her that I still have them.

"Fine. I'll be out of your way then." I kept my voice steady and turned and left the library before she said anything. I was running as soon as the door closed behind me. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't.

I got outside and didn't know where to go, I just kept running. I needed a distraction, I couldn't handle this right now.

Soon I found myself down town stumbling through an alleyway. A flashing sign to my right read, "The Hunter's Moon." Perfect.

I walked inside and ordered a drink. Provoking them wasn't hard at all, I was soon fighting off several of them and feeling better already.

"That's enough." A low voice said. Damn and it was just getting interesting.

"Did you come here just to pick a fight Jace?" Luke asked me.

I smirked. "Luke."

The big guy who had been holding my shirt let me go and backed away. I scowled.

He said he knew about Maryse. My chest tightened when he mentioned her. I composed myself before anyone could notice a change. I said nothing. But I didn't argue either when he brought me to an office in the back.

He tried several times to strike up a conversation, but I was in no mood to talk. He left soon and I sat there by myself. I tried hard to remember that Mayrse wasn't really my mother, but I had no one else to label as one either.

How could she not believe me? She's treated me like her son as much as Alec for seven years and that all seems to have just vanished. Like she never cared about me at all. Maybe she didn't she'd never told me she loved me. Never even told me I could call her Mom, I had to bite my tongue anytime I almost did because I didn't know if I could.

The door opened, chasing away my brooding thoughts. I snatched up a pencil as if it was a knife and threw it. It buried itself in the wall right beside Luke's head. I said nothing just went back to memorizing the pattern of the wood of the desk in front of me.

"I want the mundane out." Was all I said, I had seen him and Clary before I went back to not paying attention. Clary made an indignant noise and launched into some speech about ratboy, but I didn't listen. Soon he left and Clary spoke again.

"Are you okay?" She asked. I couldn't believe it! She really just asked that?

"Yup. Fantastic. My adoptive mother kicks me out of the house all the time. She always tells me never to darken her doorway again. I'm just peachy." I spat, trying to come off as not caring.

Sorry I ended it where I did but I'm supposed to be resting my ankle so I can go back to school tomorrow. That's gonna suck, everyone is gonna stare at me or ask why I'm on crutches and I'll have to explain it over and over .

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