Clary's POV
We were all sitting there staring at eachother.
I had just finished my story and John was still processing. It looks like he is fighting with himself.
Finally he sighs and looks at Jace.
„I guess I sh-should thank you for umm saving my sister." he managed to press out.
I look at him thankfully, i'm so glad he didn't start a fight with Jace again.
I turn to the golden boy.
„So I guess we're even then. You hurt me but you saved my life aswell." I sat with a grin.
He smiles slightly and then looks at my brother. He holds out his hand and surprisingly my brother takes it. After a very manly handshake Jace wishes us a good night and walks out the door.
Suddenly John has tears in his eyes. He grabs me and gives me a big warm hug.
"I'm so sorry." He whispers into my ear.
"Why would you be sorry? It's not your fault."
He releases me and looks me deep into the eyes.
"Yes it is. I shouldn't have left you alone."
This is so like my brother. He always thinks everything is his fault. It took me several weeks to Convince him that mom and dads death wasn't his fault. He was the one driving but it wasn't his fault.
Jace' POV
When I step outside I inhale a cold winter breeze.
It almost freezes my nose but I needed the feeling of being free. When I saw Clary with that-that disgrace of a man I couldn't think anymore.
My body handled instinctively and all I saw was red.
The rage. On that animal.
I just knocked him out but I wish I had killed him. I honestly had the exact same thought after I punched him but when Clary threw up I had to make a decision. Comfort her or discomfort her by killing a person. If you could even call him a person.
On the way home I had put my arm around clary's fragile shoulders and I could feel her shivering the whole way. I hated that. I hated feeling so helpless.
It's ironic that I haven't even known her for 1 day but I still feel so protective over her.
Alec always hated that. He was 3 years younger than me so obviously I was a little overprotective. He wasn't very popular when he was younger, about 11 years old. Some older kids were mobbing him and I couldn't just stand there and watch. So I started a fight with all 3 of them. I won.
Alec was furios and he didn't talk to me for about 3 days. But then mom made us hug and he apologized for being such an asshole. He said he wanted to fight his own fights.
When I'm halfway home it starts to snow. I look up and the snowflakes immediately melt on my face.
I purposely walk by the place where...what happend happend, to see if he was still there. He wasn't.
He's probably licking his wounds and a women is helping him forget.
Sorry for the short chapter
I promise I'll update this week but maybe not that often because there are a lot of exams coming up.
But I'll try. Sorry again.
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