Hey guys so this is chapter 6. I think it's longer then the last. Bit more info about Clary in this chapter plus a little from our favourite wolf boy at the end. Same as always i don't own twilight just my own characters and some of the plot. You lot know the drill, REVIEW :D cause i love reading reviews and they make me happy :).

If this is love chapter 6

Clary's P.O.V

I kept walking.

I walked over to my own house.

I shook the handle on the front door, only to then remember that Dean had locked the doors before we left to Sam's.

Ugh.

I walk down the porch steps and walk down the road.

I don't really remember what's around La Push, but I decided to go into the forest.

Ok I know what your thinking.

'Oh my God is she thick or something? Why the hell would she go into a forest all on her own?'

I like the quite.

I like to be on my own I guess.

Yeah I know I don't seem like the quite, well quite-ish, be on my own type.

But I'd rather just sit and think, rather then go to a parties and get hammered.

I suppose that how I grew up was a big part of that.

My whole families in the military, or at least in a job that is like it.

I spent half my life in military school.

My Grandfather sent me there.

I suppose in a way me being there broke me down.

When I was small I was like any other kid.

Happy, loved to jump and skip and run around playing in the garden.

But that was only when I was pretending.

Pretending that I had a proper family. A normal, happy, loving family.

See, I haven't really been telling the truth.

Yes my name is Clary and I'm 17.

But….

But I wasn't born and raised in Texas.

That's just what I tell people when I meet them for the first time.

Yes, my Dad is away in the military along with my brothers, Dean is my uncle, and my Mam is away in Africa helping sick children. But you see she isn't my real Mam, but my step Mam.

I was really born in Ireland, Dublin to be pacific.

My Mam's real name is Laura Connelly. She's also Irish.

She met my Dad while in America with her Father, my Grandfather.

They went to one of the military training facilities as part of a check.

In short, the met, "Fell in Love", got married at 18 and then over a few short years they had my three brothers, Leon, the oldest, the twins Alex and Damien, and then they had me.

I was the unplanned child.

When they found out that they were having me my Dad was ecstatic, the same can't be said for my mother though.

She didn't want me. So she was going to get an abortion or give me up for adoption. Thankfully Dad put his foot down and didn't let that happen.

When she was three months pregnant with me, she filed for divorce because of how much they where fighting. Later on in my life she told me that they got divorced because of me, that I broke there marriage.

Divorce wasn't the only thing she applied for.

She also applied for custody over me, so that my Dad could never see me and that I could never see him and my brothers and any other family on his side.

He fought thought, all of my Dad's family did. They knew that my so called mother didn't really want me, for any good reasons anyway.

Three months later, nine court dates later and they were divorced, and that was also the day my chances of ever seeing my father was ripped away.

Mam moved from America back to Ireland. Another three months later I was born.

As a newborn I of coarse didn't know what had been going on.

I was innocent, I didn't do anything wrong, or so I thought.

I was brought up like a solider.

Not to show emotion, never to talk unless spoken to, always do what I was told and never ever cry.

I didn't understand.

When I was in the school playground for that very first time for kinder garden, I didn't understand.

Mothers were hugging their children, kissing their cheeks, and the children…

They were running around. Playing, laughing, having fun?

I had never see this sort of thing before.

There was one women skipping and dancing around the playground her hand holding her daughters.

I looked from her to my mother.

She stood with a look of disgusted on her face.

But why?

Everyone here was having fun.

I looked to my mother again.

'Maybe she won't mind if I go play with the other children for just a few minutes', I thought.

I took one step forward, but my arm was suddenly roughly pulled backwards.

I stumbled, nearly falling, the hand, the only thing that was holding me up.

Looking up I saw that it was my Grandfather that had hold of my arm.

"What do you think your doing?" He barked at me.

"I-I-I- thought I could go and play with the other children-" I stuttered.

"Play? Go and play? You will do no such thing. You're here to learn and that's it. This is a place of learning not a bloody fun house. You're here to learn and learn only, not play. Do you understand me Clarissa?"

I didn't no what to say.

"DO YOU UNDER STAND ME?" he yelled into my face.

"Yes Grandfather I understand. I'm sorry." I replied, tears starting to appear in my eyes, but I held them in.

"Good. Keep it that way."

He let go of my arm and pushed me toward the classroom door.

This all happened when I was three.

When I was seven I was sent to military school, until I was eleven that was where I stayed.

I was brought back from my flashback when I heard rustling behind me.

I turned around from where I was sitting on a rock.

"Are you alright?", can you guess who it was?

It was Paul.

"Yes I'm alright" I said quickly.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not"

"Then why is there water coming out of your eyes?"

My hand moved to my cheeks, and sure enough there were tears.

"Ok so I'm crying. Now leave me alone."

He didn't seem to take the hint, cause he walked over and sat on the rock beside me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing and didn't I just say to leave me alone?"

"Yeah you did but I didn't listen. You wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Cause you look like you need someone to talk to and because I wanted to make sure that you were alright."

"Like I'd tell you"

"Well how about you tell me when your ready then? I'll be here when you need me.

I was about to tell him off again when I turned and looked into his eyes.

Those brown eyes went on forever, they seemed to pull me in. it made me just want to tell him everything.

No. No. That will never happen. Ever.

But…why do I want to?

I've never felt like this before.

It scared the hell out of me that I could feel like this after I only met him.

It scared me so much that I did the only thing I could think of.

I ran.

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