Sorry it took so long to update, I've been busy! Hope ya'll enjoy and review what you think! -Kelse

(Clary)

I wake up for the second time today, this time not confused or scared, but warm and happy. I feel his warm body wrapped around mine, his hands around my waist pulling me towards him. For once in a long time I felt so.. so safe. Usually my nights were filled with terror from which I can not be calmed, my nightmarish visions aren't dreamlike, but simply memories. I slept here with Jace, and I still had these nightmares, and that is expected from a girl who has been abused over half her life, but this time when I woke up, I would immediately calm down after seeing he was with me. I would love to say that I had a dreamless sleep, but that wouldn't be the truth. When you've been through half of what I have, that becomes impossible. Something about him is just so calming though, yet with one look or smile he can put so many butterflies in my stomach I about throw them up. I know that he is a vain, egotistic, jackass, but I feel as if there is something more to him sometimes. I sometimes wonder if he is hiding a secret from me as I am with him. I quickly dismiss the thought, if he knew what a worthless freak I really was he wouldn't be here now, holding me as he is. Suddenly the boy stirs in his sleep, and opens his eyes slowly, trying to ease himself into the real world. He looks down at me and smiles, bigger than normal. "Well we better be getting to that date," he murmurs, golden eyes staring into green ones. "Yah we better.." I whisper, so mesmerized by the whole of him. "Let's get going then!" he says hopping out of the bed and grabbing his car keys on the bedside table. "Wait Jace you do understand that I am still wearing Kaelie's ginger ale?" I question. "You still look beautiful," he says shrugging, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Jace it's not as much the looks, but more the fact that my clothes are sticky as hell. And I personally don't find it very comfortable, so if you don't mind.." I say sarcastically while reaching out to grab the keys. Our hands touch, although I think he did it purposely, I still feel a buzz of electricity course through my body. I wonder if he felt it too? "So difficult." He murmurs, humor dancing in his eyes. "Says you who won't even tell me where were going!" I giggle and playfully slap his shoulder. "Off to your place then?" he questions, "Yep." I reply, popping the p, praying nobody will be home.

(Jace)

Clary Fray will be the end of me. I reluctantly hand over my keys and we head out to my truck. As we're driving to her house, her face paled noticeably. I wonder what it is she's hiding? I know she's hiding something.. something dark. I can only wonder if her secret is even close to as horrific as mine. I sure hope it isn't, for her sake. She pulls into the driveway of a small, worn-out, brick house in a not to safe neighborhood. On her way out of the car, she locks the doors behind her, as if trying to keep me safe. Safe from what? She heads inside and lightly shuts the door behind her. She seems to be scared of the house, no the family inside to. I remember her flipping out when I told her we'd called her family to let them know what happened. Suddenly I piece it all together. Me and her, we're the same. The thought of someone hurting her makes my fists tighten and sends jabs of pain and rage to my heart. I wasn't sure yet of my discovery, do I wouldn't mention it when she came out, but we were definitely talking tonight. And then I see her, and she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The wonderful thing that amazes me most is she doesn't even try, or think she's beautiful. I get up and open her door for her, let her sit then close it gently, making my way over to the drivers side. I slide in the seat and turn to just stare at her for a moment. She rolls her eyes and chides, "well let's get this show on the road we don't have all night." I smile widely, and only one word comes to my mind whenever I see her, love.

(Clary)

I head inside and look around to check the house for them, they aren't here. Thank you, I think, thank you whoever is up there, thank you. I then trot up the stairs two at a time. I was so nervous, excited, and full of energy. It's a weird combination of emotion. I like it. I walk into my closet and throw on my favorite pair of washed out blue skinny jeans, my dark green converse, and a black sleeveless skater top with a tan colored sweater, in case we were outside. I walk up to the mirror and straighten my untamable curls. I apply some makeup, adding some brown eyeliner and extra mascara for the occasion, and put on a floral headband with baby pink colored flowers. I don't look great, but I walk out out to the car anyway. He just won't stop staring at me. He hops out of the vehicle and opens the door for me. Wow, that's surprising, guess douchebag mode has an on/off button. When he gets in the car he is just sits there for a second, still staring. "Well let's get this show on the road, we don't have all night." I comment, at this he smiles widely and puts the keys in the ignition.

We have been driving for forever. Where the heck was he taking me? A couple minutes later we turn onto a dirt road and keep driving. At one point, I sigh, exasperated. "What? Almost there!" he says, a goofy half grin on his face that I have never seen before. I quickly decided I liked it and wanted to see it more often. Around five minutes later we pull up to a worn out looking cafe with a half lit sign hanging above it. It was called 'Takis', strange name. "We drove for an hour for this old thing?" I question pretending to be irritated, though I totally wasn't. "This 'old thing'," he says mocking me, "happens to be the best restaurant for miles." "But look at it.." I whisper, faking repulsion as I analyze the building. "Never judge a book by its cover, Clarissa, if you read the pages you might be quite surprised." Jace countered. I feel as if more was implied to what he said than just the restaurant, but didn't know what. I had no comeback to that so I just shrugged. "Wow it seems I have put The Clary Fray at a loss for words with my intellectual depth." he beamed with a smirk. "Well you should cherish it," I smirk, "It's quite rare for me to be at a loss for words, and also quite rare for Jace Lightwood to have intellectual depth." He chuckles. "It seems that The Jace Lightwood is at a loss for words?" I brag smugly. He just scoffs and shrugs. I can't help but laugh. With that he grabs my hand and leads me through the door of the restaurant. I have no idea what to expect.

(Jace)

Twenty minutes after ordering they finally bring out our food. I had gotten grilled chicken, roast vegetables, and a sweet potato. Clary had decided to order a garden vegetable quesadilla, mashed potatoes, and fried green tomato. The second that Clary took a bite of her quesadilla, her eyes widened in surprise and as she swallowed she murmured, "Oh my god." "I know right" I muse, grinning widely. With her I felt as if I didn't have to smirk or be a total ass to get a girls attention, for her I took down all my walls and was myself. For someone reason I knew, that with her, being myself was enough. "This food is like.." She starts, "Like God himself prepared it for us and sent it down from heaven to earth to blow our minds." I interrupt. "Took the words from my mouth." She slurs over food. "The only thing in your mouth is mashed potatoes." I correct. She then sticks her tongue out and me and continues to eat. Damn she can eat for being so tiny. After we finish and I pay the check we head outside. "Come here I have something to show you." I coax. She follows me past the parking lot to small hill that overlooks a river. My favorite place, the place I've never shown to anyone before, but her I was, showing a girl I barely knew, yet already had fallen madly in love with. I plop down onto the soft grass, patting my hand on the grass next to me to tell her to sit down. It is around eight thirty now, and the little light we have is provided by the mostly full moon above. She sits next to me. It's time. "Clary?" I whisper. "Yah?" She asks smiling. "I need to.. need to ask you something, and I need you to tell me the truth." She shrugs. I think that's gonna be our thing, the cute thing couples do that mean I love you, but know else knows it does, so its private and intimate and theirs and theirs alone. "Clary, does.." I say meekly, "does your family hurt you?" She pales noticeably and her eyes go wide. She just stares down at her green high tops as if the suddenly became the most interesting and complex thing she'd ever laid eyes upon. "Oh clary.." I pleaded quietly. Suddenly she looks up from her shoes, eyes alert. "What why would you think that?" She questions trying to act weirded out. She then goes on to laugh, but it's fake and robotic. "Fine then. If it isn't true lift up you're shirt and prove it." I command, desperate to know the truth so I can help her. "What the hell no you pervert!" She says alarmed. I face palm. "Yah Clary I ask if you're being abused and then decide I wanna hook up with you where people could watch. That makes sense." I snap. "Well it does seem like something you, being the egotistic manwhore you are would try." She says flatly, all the light has drained from her eyes, leaving no emotion. "Wow Clary, I assumed that I might have proved myself back there, I'm not like you think you've got me all wrong, remember," I say irritated, "don't judge a book by it's cover, but from the pages in it." "Oh," she sneers, "I've been reading your book Jace, and so far it has been filled with shit!" she hollers. I feel like she just punched me, I thought the she might actually like me. "You're right," I mumble deflated, "but I understand what its like. Why don't I tell you a story."

"When I was a kid, I had a perfect life. Perfect family, friends, grades, home.. But one day my parents and I decide to go on a walk. Twenty minutes in a car mows down my dad because the driver was texting. He was killed instantly. At first mom didn't talk at all, she would just cry and stare into the distance. I was only seven. Three months later she started to clear up, she would talk to me, cook, and do other mom jobs. There was just something.. off. That's when she started whip me. She would grab one of my dad's old belts and whip me until I blacked out. This went on for a year. Eventually she kicked me out saying she couldn't handle my shit anymore. That's when I was adopted by Stephen Herondale at eleven. At first he was super nice and a great dad, but he always seemed kinda off. One day when I get home from soccer practice he umm.. er he kinda touched me. I told him to stop so he beat me half to death. I couldn't get off the floor for two days. This went on for two weeks until somehow the authorities found out. They shipped me off to Maryse, Izzy's mom, where I am living happily at the moment."

I could feel tears running down my cheeks. Shit. I was crying. I quickly wipe them away to see Clary staring at me sympathetically. "How about I tell you a story too.." She whispers.

"When I was seven I was playing hide and go seek outside with my mom and brother, Jon, my dad was at his work. When I was seeking I immediately found Jon but couldn't seem to find mom. I looked for hours. I panicked and went in and told Jon. We searched inside and found the note. She had left us for a guy. She had just.. just abandoned us. When daddy came home he saw me crying. He walked up to me to give me what I expected to be a hug, but slapped me. He yelled it was all my fault, that I made her leave us. That night he beat me so much that I woke up two days later with four broken ribs, a ruptured spleen, a fractured ankle, three broken finger, half of my hair yanked from my scalp, a broken nose, and third degree burns trailing down my left leg. He would tell me I was a useless, worthless, piece of shit whore. Eventually I started to believe it. Jon was there for me at first, tried to help, stood up for me at times, he was my rock. One day when I got back from school I said hey and he beat me. The one person I trusted threw me to the floor and beat the shit out of me. Two days later I tried to kill myself. A guy named Simon saved me. We've been best friends ever since. Daddy had no job and Jon refused to work so we were running on leftover money and the money I get from my job. This has been going on for ten years." I couldn't breathe. I know not to say I'm sorry, abuse victims don't want your pity. I just nod and stare at her. Then I whisper the one thing that makes sense at the time. "I'm gonna save you."

I love them! Anyways love or hate? Please tell!

I am so excited for the divergent movie!

Can't believe I have to wait until June for the Fault in Our Stars! Ughh.

Oh yeah and how could I forget about CoHF?!

Cassandra Clare better not kill anyone

Well she can kill Sebastian I'm good w that.

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