Jace's PoV
Chapter 8
My mother wanted me to go to town and grab some ingredients for the dish she was making tonight. I remember she told me what she was planning on making but my thoughts were on how amazing the chocolate chip cookies were, (notice that I said WERE as in now they are in my stomach.) I grabbed the list she made me and made my way to my vehicle.
I was opening the door when my mom yelled, "drive safe Jacey bunny hop bear ears."
"Mom, really? You called me that when I was five can you call me something else."
"Fine, how about chicken finger fluffy caterpillar?"
"You know what mom." I just chuckled slightly and shook my head. "You can call me anything you want, but you have to make some more of the cookies. Deal."
"Deal. Drive safe."
"Always do."
I was half way to the store when I got a text, I don't usually text and drive but rush hour was over and nobody comes on this road very often. I looked down at my phone screen to see that Alec sent me a text saying that Izzy was trying to make a steak but she ended up getting it on the roof. I love Izzy very much but she couldn't cook for the life of her. I looked up just as my body lurched forward, the air bag popping out blowing up in my face with such force my head snapped back, I don't even know what I hit until I looked up when the car stopped moving to see red hair and a motorcycle lying by a telephone pole.
I got out of my car grabbing my now damaged phone and ran to the person I hit. A small part of me knows who I hit but a bigger part of me doesn't want to believe it. When I get to the person I'm already on the phone calling for an ambulance. I look down and my heart stops. Clary, Clary, Clary. I can't believe it Clary is lying under her bike with blood coming out of her in different places.
The paramedics came faster than I thought but I'm not complaining. I kept talking to her; I couldn't believe what I did, my girlfriend might died because of me. Why did I have to read the damn text it was nothing of importance anyways. God why do I have to be so stupid!
I seen her trying to move her arm but couldn't because the motorcycle was trapping her hand. I quickly pushed the motorcycle off of her. Clary didn't drive a very big bike it wasn't as heavy as some other bikes.
"Everything will be okay Clary, help is here baby." This time she opens her eyes she seems disoriented, her eyes didn't seem like they could focuses.
"Jace" she croaked, it broke my heart to see her like this. "Jace, what happened?" guilt overwhelmed me, I had to look away. If I looked at her I'd probably break down in tears.
"You have a cut on your head." She whispered, she went to go move her hand but she couldn't. She looked so weak and venerable just lying on the asphalt with bloody tattered clothes.
"Clary" I manages to voice. "Baby I'm so sorry." I went to go touch her face but was roughly pulled back by someone who I did not know.
"Sir, you need to step away and go to the farthest ambulance. They will help you with your injures, I need to help this women." Oh no. He does not think that I'm just going to walk away from my girlfriend to get a bandage wrapped around my head.
"No. I'm staying here with her. I'm not going." I kept yelling at him, until two officers came and grabbed me and started pulling me away. By this time I had tears running down my face and I was yelling at the top of my lungs telling them to let me go.
When I started to calm down was when they put Clary on a stretcher and put her in the ambulance and drove off. I was asked multiple questions about who I was and what happened. They put me in the back of the ambulance and the drove to the hospital. When I got there I got out of the ambulance and ran inside. Clary was in the middle of being worked on so I had to sit in the waiting room and sit nervously. I felt a vibration in my pocket I reached and grabbed whatever it was that was vibrating. I look down at what is in my hand to see my broken phone, the screen is cracked and some of the glass is falling out from the top right corner. My phone starts vibrating again and I look at the caller ID saying it was mum that was calling.
I answer to hear a frantic mother on the other line. "Hi mom"
"Hi mom, that's all you say, you have to explain to me how it takes three hours to grab some food that is only forty-fife minutes away. You are in so much trouble Jonathan." I flinched a little when she said my full name the only time she calls me by my full name is when she is so angry that she could make a lion cringe.
"I'm at the hospital, I sorry mom I guess I forgot to phone you." This is true I did forget.
"What? Why are you at the hospital?"
"I got in to a car crash."
"Oh dear lord, are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine but Clary isn't"
"Clary was with you. Have you phoned Jocelyn yet?"
"No I haven't phoned Clary's mom yet, and Clary was the one I hit." I was on the verge of crying; just thinking about Clary makes me want to cry.
"I'm on my way phone Clary's parents, I'll be there soon." Then she hung up and now I have to phone Clary's mother, this is going to be hard. I dialed in the home phone number knowing that Jocelyn would be back from work.
"Hello"
"Hi, Miss. Fray. This is Jace calling."
"Oh Jace I'm sorry Clary is not home right now she's at Simons working on a project."
"Ummmm. Miss. Fray there has been an accident and Clary's in the hospital right now." I say it softly and quietly. I hear a intake of breath before she responds.
"I'll be there soon."
I'm back SARAHSTACKSARAH at your service
I didn't know how to end this chapter so I ended It like this. This is not part two this is simply in Jace PoV the next chapter will be with Clary in the ambulance and in the surgery room sort of thing.
I hoped you liked it if not YOU NEED TO TELL ME WHAT I'M DOING WRONG, because I'm just gonna keep thinking the story is fine.
...THESE ARE SOME AWNSERS AND REPLYS TO REVEWS...
SHAILENE: Jace crash into Clary's bike, I hope I gave you what you wanted in the chapter.
DRAMALUVR101: I am going to finish. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I'm not going to lie I stopped writing for awhile because I kinda got board of writing but now I'm back and in the mood.
