I sat up gingerly and scowled at Jace. "That was so not necessary." I said. "What? Telling Izzy to go get you food? Well I'm sorry, if you wanted to go get it yourself you could-"I

cut Jace off mid-sentence. "No, not that, I meant picking me up. I can walk you know, my leg doesn't hurt anymore. Jace's face softened at this, and a vulnerable side showed from him, a side I guessed not many had a chance to see. "Oh," He said quietly, Alec was busy arranging jars with odd liquids floating around them across the room, so he

didn't see the little "moment" that happened with Jace. No one had ever picked me up and carried me to my bed. Except my godfather Luke, but that was when I was four and I couldn't reach my king sized bed. But, I was eleven now, I was pretty short for my age, but I could reach any bed now. Speaking of Luke, Isabelle came strutting in like a mode

l with a tray full of yummy looking spaghetti (I hope it was as good as Luke's!) and a cell phone. Forgetting everything else, even my churning stomach, I jumped up and ran t

o Isabelle. "Thanks," I muttered to her as I took the cell phone from her hand and jogged to a quiet corner. I heard her say something else, but I was too busy repeating Luke's

phone number in my head. I was scared that even if I stopped saying it for a second, I would forget it and not be able to reach him. And all I wanted right now was to hear his

voice, nothing else. I dialed the number slowly, my fingers were slightly shaking, I clenched them so they would stop. I had no idea why I was a bit scared, I loved Luke, he was like the dad I never had, but I had an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was probably scared of Luke's reaction, he always gets worried when I'm gone for a long time and I

don't call him back. I remember one time; I had snuck out of my house to go to the community pool. Luke was really busy working in his office, I didn't think he would notice or

care, but he did. I forgot my cell phone when I left, so when I got home, Luke was furious with me, he had almost called the police. He was crying, sobbing. I had never seen him cry until then, he was always a strong person. Usually, when I was little, he would comfort me when I was crying, whether it was over a mean bully at school, or I had fallen off my bike. Luke was there for me, and I couldn't be there for him when he was crying, I didn't even know what to say. I never snuck out again, and always remembered

my cell phone where ever I went. Unfortunately, my cell phone was in my back pack in a burning school bus. So, yeah. As I dialed the last number, I put the phone to my ear

and waited what had to be the longest seconds of my life at the moment. On the fifth ring, I was panicking. "Common, please pick up…" I muttered urgently, and he finally did

. "Hello?" The sound of his voice brought tears to my eyes; gosh I missed him so much. "Luke!" I yelped. My voice sounded hopeful, and happy. "Luke it's me, Avery." I said

breathlessly as I waited for him to break into a fit, I just hoped he wouldn't cry. I was only greeted by silence, besides his even breathing. Luke didn't sound mad. "Avery, where are you?" He asked, calmly, and… emotionless? I looked over my shoulder at Jace who was leaning against the wall beside my bed. He shook his head. "Um, I'm at a friend's

house, but don't worry, I'm safe." Dead silence came from the other end; my heart sped up a bit. What is happening? "Luke?!" I could head the desperation in my own voice,

I wouldn't usually let people see me this vulnerable, but this was Luke. "Avery, I was you to stay where ever you are, don't leave." Luke's tone was mature and serious, not his usual layback tone. I sputtered, trying to make words come out of my mouth, which was very hard at the moment. "No, Luke, I need you. A lot of things have happened and I

just want to go home. I'm really sorry if I had made you mad but-""Avery, listen. I don't care about your problems. I've got problems of my own that I need to deal with right now, I'm not even really your dad." I listened horror struck, and gave the phone a deadly grip so it wouldn't slip from my trembling hands. "Never call me for anything, ever

again. Goodbye." And then the phone went dead. I stood there for a few seconds, listening to the dead buzz of the phone that signaled the other person had hung up. Staring blankly at the floor, I tried to process everything that had just happened. When I couldn't take it anymore, I let the phone slip from my hands, and I collapsed into a crumpled heap on the floor. "Avery!" Jace yelled, as I sobbed and shook uncontrollably on the floor, forgetting about trying to "be strong."

I know It's kinda from the book, but I put a little twist on it. If you're wondering where Clary is don't worry! :) she shows up soon. Tips? Advice? Constructive criticism? COMMENT! :D