TWO
Alec leads me up the dangerously frightening glass staircase onto the second floor, finally stopping at a door at the far end of the corridor which seems like a million miles away from reality. He swings it open and places the boxes on the floor in the centre of the room.
"This is your room Clary," he gestures to the space around him, the very big space may I add. "I will let you unpack and get sorted." He stands there awkwardly for a moment, one hand scratching the back of his neck. "Well if you need anything just come and find me." And with that he strolls off out the door leaving Clary alone.
The room was huge. Large windows filled the far wall that went from ceiling to floor and overlooked the ocean. It was gorgeous. The pale blue and green colour scheme was accented with a king size bed that looked very much like it was made from driftwood, well the headboard and footboard did at least. It had a very coastal feel to it and I liked it. No, scratch that. I loved it.
I offloaded the rest of the bags on the floor and walked over to the door that lead to a private bathroom. Large white fluffy towels and a expensive variety of soaps and washes littered the room, all neatly folded and stacked. Splashes of blue and green filled the room but overall it was mostly white. A oversized walk in shower and bath tub were in the room. Did Alec bring me to the right room?
After doubting myself for what felt like hours I shoved my suitcase down and started strewing pieces of clothing into different draws that were available. The room was cleared out apart from the furniture so I had the freedom to do what I wanted with it.
I ripped open one of the boxes and picked out pictures and ornaments that I dotted around the room, making it every bit more homely. A knock came at the door making me jump. Placing the last few bits of my belongings into there needed places I called over my shoulder for whoever to come in.
"What are you doing?" A masculine voice grunts behind me. I whirl around to find Jace sanding there. Jace is in my bedroom. But confusion knots in my stomach.
"What do you mean?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows together.
He sighs, "Your unpacking in my room."
Startled and left speechless a flush hits my cheeks. Embarrassment overwhelms me and I struggle to find words. "Oh my god- umm-" Oh my god I have never felt more embarrassed. At all. In my life. My skin is flaming as I stare at Jace, eyes nearly out of their sockets.
But Jace starts laughing, a cruel, mean laugh. I knit my eyebrows together as he clutches his chest and chuckles, a few tears leak down his face.
"WHAT!?" I shout, face burning.
"I'm joking Clary," he says, sucking in humorous breaths, "It's a joke- however you should have seen the look on your face, it was hilario-" Before he could even finish the word I shout so loudly my ears feel like there going to explode.
"GET OUT!" I shout, "GET OUT!" I point with a shaky finger, towards the exit, the door. No one had ever humiliated me so much.
"Clar-" Jace's voice sounded far away.
"NO!" I screamed. I hated him so much right now. So much. I didn't care who he was. I didn't care how he felt. I wanted him out and I never wanted to see him again.
I growled in frustration and anger as he backed away towards the door. The smile he once wore was now completely wiped from his face.
"Clary I'm sorry I-" his voice tight. He goes to move towards me but I fling my hands out in front of me blocking his way.
I stand in silence heavy breathing as Jace exits the room slamming the door behind him. I would never forgive him for this. Never!
I swung my eyes around the room and fell onto my knees, gripping my arms tightly and planting my face in my upturned hands sobbing.
Sobbing, sobbing, sobbing.
That's all I did for hours until I pulled myself together and told myself to stop acting like a child. I sauntered over to the private bathroom, wiping the back of my hands under my swollen red eyes. I needed to stop acting like this. Yes Jace had humiliated me and it was unbearable. Yes I hate his guts. But truthfully I needed to pull myself together and freshen up so I jumped in the shower, scrubbing away my emotions as best as I could and tested out some of the beautifully fragrant soaps and washes in the bathroom.
After I was clean and fresh I emerged with a towel wrapped around me, feeling the soft texture of the white softness enclosed around my thin frame. I wasn't one to have curves. I was thin and that was it. No hips, no bum, nothing. But my fiery red hair and emerald green eyes made up for the lack of filling.
I didn't even bother to change into something I was so exhausted. I could still hear the slight vibration of music downstairs as I flopped down onto the king size bed with its silk sheets and drifted away, the towel wrapped tightly around my small body as I fell darkness.
Sorry, its only a short chapter. Please keep on reading - more will be coming.
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*These character are used out of The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare*