Clary POV
I awoke to the warmth of the sunlight streaming threw thick scarlet colored curtains. I was also tucked comfortably under soft silky covers in a queen sized four poster bed. The walls of the room were tan. The room was one of wealth, the kind you see in the movies. I would of been very impressed if it wasn't for the fact that this wasn't my apartment. Then it hit me, flashes of the night before danced across my vision.
I was taken.
By that guy Jace.
He kidnapped me, I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE, I inwardly shouted. I tossed my legs over the side of the bed. My feet were met by the coldness of a dark wooden floor as I sat on the edge of the bed. I looked down and I was wearing a oversized white t-shirt and navy blue sleeping shorts. I stood up and was met by a wave of dizziness. I struggled to keep my balance as I began to sway I fell backwards back onto the bed. But I got back up and staggered to one of the two doors.
I pressed my ear to the first door and I was met by silence. So I turned the golden knob and pushed the door open slowly. I stuck my head in, inside was a luxurious bathroom. Not wasting time to gawk I pulled the door closed and moved onto the second door. Once again I put my ear to the door and it was silent, but for good measures I bent down and looked threw the tiny key hole. I could see brown wooden walls and the carpet of a hallway.
No longer hesitating I pulled the door open and stuck my head out. It was a long hallway on the right it was dark but on the left I could see daylight. Making the obvious choice I went left. Pushing myself against the wall I crept down the hall. Around the corner there was a window letting the sunlight stream into the dark halls. I looked out the window, I was on the second floor and I could see woods.
Turn after turn corner after corner I began to become anxious, he could be anywhere, and me wandering around makes me more likely to run into him. I have to find an exit. Then I come to a winding stair case. I tip toe down it. Then I see it, the front door. I quickly go and tug on it but it doesn't move. It's locked, disappointments fills my body. I look around and see another door off to the right. I listen for any noise then I open it, it's an office with a large desk and leather chair. A few book shelves line the wall, but most importantly there are windows in here.
No longer hesitating I run to the nearest one and undo the lock and lift it open. I was on the first floor of the house so I was able to easily climb out since the window was only a few feet off the ground. I crouched down in the dirt and look around. All around the house were woods. All the thick lining of trees only allowed me to see a few feet into the unknown.
I took a leap of faith, stood up and started running. I didn't have on any shoes so as I ran I stepped on stones and sticks. It hurt, but I couldn't stop now who knows what that lunatic was gonna do to me.
Then that's when I heard it the sound of sticks breaking. I stopped and looked around frantically I couldn't see him. Not waiting around for him to show himself I sprinted away. But the foot steps followed in per suit. Looking back behind me I still don't see him, suddenly I'm falling. I go stumbling down a steep incline.
I'm going so fast I can't stop myself, I stop rolling when a fall into a large pool of water. It was only ten feet wide but it was deep. My head went under the murky brown water as I thrash around violently. I can't swim, but I try my best to keep my head above water. As I keep bobbing up and down for air I see Jace crouched down near the edge of the water watching me drown intently.
I'm going to die, and Jace is the only one who can save me at this point. "Help, help me please" I try to say, he cocks his head to the side and the bastard just smirks. With my last breathe of air I yell "HELP ME".
Sighing and rolling him eyes he grabs a long stick that was by his foot and holds one of the ends out to me. I hastily grab it and he pulls me towards him to the edge. He then grabs both my arms and pulls me out of the water. I cough up water and in hail deeply for a few seconds. I forget Jace is there for a second till he grabs my arm and yanks me my feet.
That's when I start to kick and scream again and I claw at his arm with my finger nails. He doesn't seem affected by any of this as he basically drags me back in the direction of the house.
"LET ME GO" I yell at him
"You do realize I just saved your life" he said nonchalantly.
"GET AWAY FROM ME"
"Funny how you weren't saying that a few minutes ago when you needed saving" I kept screaming and thrashing.
"Would you shut up, no one can hear you out here, there aren't any other people around for miles" I continued yelling and hitting him.
My lungs began to give out and I felt light headed so I stopped screaming and took some deep breaths. But I didn't stop pulling and kicking out at Jace. I guess he got annoyed because suddenly he turned around and grabbed my fore arms.
He was squeezing them tightly enough to leave marks and pulled me flush against him, are faces only inches apart. Through gritted teeth he said "stop acting like a child, Clarissa, and WALK LIKE YOU HAVE SOME SENSE" he screamed in my face harshly. The way he yelled at me reminded me of Father. He was a horrible man, he used to beat me for any reason he could conjure up, and he was worse when he was drunk. I started to cry.
When Jace saw my tears his face softened. "Look, I didn't mean to yell at you, okay" he said kindly as he wiped my tears away with his thumb. Wow this guy has some serious mood swings I thought. "Let's just go inside" he said. As we walked back to the house I saw the outside for the first time. The place was a huge luxurious mansion. It could of passed for a medieval castle with its stone outside and cobblestone walk way.
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We both sat in the kitchen at a small simple wooden table with two chairs. There was a ham sandwich with lettuce and cheese with white bread on a plate in front of me that I hadn't touched. Jace had made lunch and was currently sitting across for me eating his own sandwich. I was too upset to eat mine so I just stared down at the plate as thoughts ran ramped throughout my mind.
"You should eat" Jace said I didn't respond so he spoke again.
"You have to be hungry, you haven't eaten since last night" again I didn't answer. I didn't want to eat his food I didn't even want to be near him. Him talking to me like we were friends simply having lunch was making me angry.
"Clarissa are you even listening to me" that's when I lost it, I stood quickly making my chair fall backwards I grabbed the plate and tossed the contents at him and screamed "I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING FOOD YOU PCHYCO"!
His face turned red with rage as he stood up reached across the table grabbed my hair and slammed face my down onto the table. I swear I star stars. Thank fully I had turned my head to the side when he grabbed me otherwise my nose would surely have been broken. He held my face down to the table and then he leaned down and whispered in my ear "don't you ever talk to me like that again, I won't take disrespect" he says sharply.
After that he dragged me by my hair back upstairs and shoved me into the room I was in earlier and slammed the door shut behind me. I heard the click of a lock before I heard his retreating foot steps.
I slept under the bed that night in fear that he might come back.
Please review, this is my first story and I need to hear some opinions on how I'm doing so far with this story. Also constructive criticism is welcomed.
