Chapter 9 is up! Whoop whoop, lol. I'm glad I've got this far with so many reviews :D Thanks to all my reviews and, of course, a big thanks to my beta BlondeHairBlueEyes14 for checking over each chapter before I post them :) And I realise that Sebastian isn't Aline's brother and they were cousins but in my story I've decided he is her brother.
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Disclaimer- I do not own Mortal Instruments that privilege belongs to Cassandra Clare who is amazing! I do, however, own this plot :D !
Chapter starts!
Chapter 9- Break out!
Clary POV.
I placed the coffee cup on the bedside table and occupied my self with making my bed.
The last time I had heard the name 'Sebastian' was when my evil brother who I didn't even know existed until a while ago decided to disguise himself as Aline's brother!
Mind you, if a person was impersonating your brother shouldn't you realise that fact straight away? I mean, how stupid do you have to be to not notice that? Aline is a dozy cow.
If it were someone impersonating my brother I would have noticed straight away! I mean, it would be my brother after all! Someone you generally live with for the first eighteen years of your life, you're bound to notice if it wasn't you actual brother you were with.
I finished making my bed and I crept over to my pile of clothes on the floor. I pulled on a pair of light blue skinny jeans along with a plain black short sleeve top. I snatched up my black plain hoodie and yanked it on over my head.
I grabbed my purse and made my way out of my room and down the stairs. I needed to pick up a few things for my soon to be new room. If I was being forced to stay here than I was going to have my room, as I wanted it not as any one else wanted it.
Once I was standing on the street outside of the mansion I was dazzled by a bright light. The early morning sky was a light blue streaked with pink.
Red sky at night shepherds delight, red sky in the morning shepherds warning…
Oh, we will probably have rain later or something.
I glanced up and down the quiet street and made my way towards the bus stop on the left side of the street. Pausing to read the schedule, I saw that a bus into town was due in half an hour. I'm not a very patient person, so sitting here for half and hour wasn't exactly what I wanted to do.
But since I didn't know my way into town-yet-I collapsed onto the bench with a loud 'humph'.
I wish I brought my sketchpad. At least then I would have something to keep me occupied with while I waited for this goddamn bus.
A light happy whistling sound brought my attention to the house to my left across the road. A young boy was putting out the trash in what appeared to be a typical mechanics work outfit.
Deciding that he looked like a nice bloke, and not the kind of person to want to kidnap me, I sauntered over to him, my hands draped casually in my pockets.
"Um…excuse me?" I said, very politely.
The guy glanced up, and stared at me through his dark brown hair. His bangs were dangling in his eyes but you could just make out the green colour of his eyes.
"Can I help you?" the guy asked, straightening up.
"I was wondering if you could tell me the way into town_" I stopped talking abruptly as he flicked his hair out of his eyes.
He had the kind of eyes, which you could easily get lost in, the shade of green indescribable, as every millimetre of his iris was a different shade of green.
"_Please." I finished my sentence, forcing my self to avert my gaze from his eyes to the floor. I didn't want to freak the guy out with staring!
"Sure" he smiled at me. "You go straight down to the end of the street, then turn left until you come to a corner shop. At the shop you carry on straight but then take the sharp right turning. It's a short cut, then you…. hang on; do you just want a lift with me? I got to go past the town anyway to get to my job." He said.
I thought about this a moment. I was pretty sure this guy was safe to be around. But…oh whatever, just go for it Clary!
"Sure, that would be nice." I smiled at him, and flowed him over to his motorbike-a very amazing motorbike.
It was black and obviously was taken good care of. There wasn't a scratch on its smooth surface.
Put the helmet on" he gestured to the black helmet which rested on the seat.
Feeling reckless, I shock my head. "You're the driver, you put it on."
"I'd prefer it if you had it on" he protested, reaching forward to pick up the helmet.
"No, I insist" I took the helmet from him and put it over his own head. "I don't really need a helmet since I'm a passenger. You're the driver, you're more important."
"Bullshit" he said, but he smirked and shakes his head playfully at me. "Get on then. Whatever you do, don't die now."
I hit him lightly on the arm, but climbed on nonetheless.
He gunned the engine and I'm pretty sure he woke up the whole street in the process. Then we were racing out of the gravel drive way and onto the road. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, as he drove out of the street and towards the main road.
I felt the wind clawing at my hair, pulling it straight back, and I let out a joyful squeal at the adrenalin rushing through my veins. I felt free on this motorbike. Like nothing daunting was awaiting me when I returned to the mansion.
We stopped too soon. He turned slightly so that he could see me over his shoulder and smirked at me.
"You seem to have enjoyed that," he stated.
I loosened my grip around his waist and grinned back. "Yeah, I like motorbikes."
"Okay, well this is the town" he gestured around with his arm.
"Thanks for the lift." I hopped of the bike and positioned my bag more comfortably on my shoulder.
I went to walk away when his voice caught my attention.
"See you around…?" he said, leaving the sentence open at the end.
"Clary. My name's Clary. See you around…?" I half turned to face him.
"Jasper." He replied, smiling.
"See you around Jasper," I called over my shoulder.
I heard the engine gun to life and then saw him speeding off towards his work.
I searched my pockets for my phone but came up empty handed. Damn it! I had forgotten my phone. Great. Just great.
I guesstimated that it was about 7:45 am now. And shops don't normally open until about 10.
Jeez…I really didn't plan this well…
I went to the shop that sold paint, which was right next to a café. I peered in through the window to see if they had opening times but it turned out that it was already open. Wow, this shop was open early.
I carefully stepped into the paint shop, barely avoiding a batch of boxes by the doorway.
What kind of idiot leaves boxes in the doorway like that? Even if you weren't a klutz it was quite easy to trip over them.
I looked up from the booby trap to see shelves upon shelves of paint. I quickly walked over to the section with black paint and picked out a glossy black. Perfect. I walked over to the white paint section and chose a glossy white colour. Now, all I needed was the chunky paintbrushes. The ones you use to paint walls with. I was going to need them.
Staggering over to the pay our tills, I dumped my stuff onto the counter and breathed a sigh of relief. These things were heavy.
A grumpy old man stood up from behind the counter, his grey frizzy hair unkempt and his clothes wrinkled and mismatched.
"£12.68" he barked impatiently.
I threw the money on the counter and grabbed my stuff off the counter, not wanting to spend another minute in this man's company.
I sped out of the shop and looked around for an art and crafts shop. I needed to top up on my art supplies.
I saw one opposite the paint shop and I hoisted the paint pots up of the ground before making my way towards the shop.
This one wasn't opened but a kind lady in her thirties saw me peering in through the window, and came and unlocked the door.
"Can I help you darlin'?" she cooed at me, while straightening her apron which was covered in paint.
"Uh, I was just seeing what time you opened. I just want to pick up some paint supplies." I told her, smiling.
"Tell you what, why don't you come in now? I'm setting up for a paint auction today but I'm sure you won't be a bother." She opened the door wider and beckoned me in.
"Thank you." I stepped into the shop and it felt…normal to be here. I normally get this feeling in art stores. Like this is at least the one place where I belong no matter what.
It had a faded green carpet on the floor, and a brown desk with a till and phone on it over in the far left corner. On the left wall paintings were being arranged, probably for the auction. There was a paper and pad section, a paintbrush section, card making kits and ink stamps section dotted in certain areas in the room.
"Wow" I breathed, instantly making my way over to pad and paper section.
The prices were good in this shop so I picked up two A4 drawing pads.
"So you're a fan of art?" the lady asked me, appearing by my side.
"Oh, yes. I love drawing." I smiled at the memories of some of the things I have drawn.
"Me to. These pictures are my own on the top row of that wall," she pointed with a finger to the wall with all the paintings on.
They were amazing!
"Your fantastic!" I squealed.
"Oh, I try my best." She smiled at me.
I laughed and quickly made my way over to the pencil section and picked up a pack of B4 pencils. They were great to draw with. I strolled over to the paintings framed on the wall. They truly were amazing. One of my favourite artists was April Mansilla and Michael Eden.
I liked the way Michael Eden made pictures out of random squiggles and I liked the way April Mansilla saw the world.
I saw that the lady had some of my favourite pictures by the artists and I asked her if I could buy some.
"Of course honey! What ones do you want? It's a great deal today- 2 for £15!" she chirped, obviously glad to see a youngster interested in artwork.
I picked out four pictures and paid for my stuff. Before I left the shop, she handed me a card with an address and phone number on it. It was a card for an art club.
"You should come by some time. I do the club in my own flat above this shop. £2.00 a week." She said before I left.
Smiling at the thought of joining an art club, I made my way to the material shop and picked out a set of black curtains with white polka dots on and matching bedding.
My arms were aching at this point, and I was glad that I had finished my shopping. I finally made my way to the bus stop and was glad that a bus turned up at the time I arrived there. Busses in Idris were a bright vibrant yellow.
It kind of hurt your eyes if you stared at it to long.
The bus journey wasn't that long, and there was a bit of traffic on the road now. It must be coming up to about nine o'clock. I opened the door to the mansion as quietly as I could, and I managed to reach the stairs before I was caught.
"Where. Did. You. Go?" I low voice said.
I instantly knew that voice.
I turned slowly to throw a glance over my shoulder. "Out" I retorted casually.
"Out?" he said. "Out?" he repeated in disbelief. "Out where exactly? Did you just leave to go shopping? Why didn't you leave a note? I thought you had run away-again!" he yelled.
I sighed and turned around to face him. "Running away seems quite tempting at the moment."
"Clary, where did you go?" he asked, following me up the stairs.
"I thought we had just established I had gone shopping" I said, boredom evident in my voice.
"What's in the bags?" he quizzed me.
"Stuff" I said, and by now I had reached my bedroom. I walked in a kicked the door shut in his face.
He opened it and walked straight in. The jerk. You don't just go around barging into people's bedrooms! Especially when you and the person aren't friends! Doesn't he know anything?
"Jace." I growled in a warning.
"Clary, we need to talk." He said softly.
I was about to yell at him to get out, but the concern in his voice caught me off guard.
He doesn't care. But you care about him so distance yourself from him Clary…
I shook my head. "No, we don't." I said lunging forward and shoving him out the door.
"Clary!" he yelled.
"Go away!" I yelled back, pressing my back against the door.
"We'll talk later on. I promise." He growled through the door, but his promise sounded more like a threat…
I held my breath until I heard him stomp away towards the direction of the stairs, and then I heard a joyful shriek, which was definitely from Aline, echo down the landing. I heard a low groan come from the top of the stairs. Wait! A groan? From Jace? About Aline his girlfriend? No, I must have misheard.
I placed all my bags on my bed and slowly circled the room, thinking on how to begin to paint it.
"Clary?" a quiet voice said from the doorway.
I spun around and glared at the intruder. It was Simon. Oh God.
"I'm busy," I told him, folding my arms.
"We need to talk. Come on Clary, we can talk together. Like the best friends we are." He said gently.
"I'm busy." I repeated tonelessly. "I have to move all this furniture into the middle of the room."
"Why can't you talk to me? We used to be such good best friends." He said, taking a step towards me. "I was so worried about you, when they brought you in…well…in the state you were. I thought you were dead. God Clary, don't do that again_" he swallowed convulsing as if in pain.
I took a deep breath. This was going to hurt the both of us. Lots. But I had to do this. I didn't want to drag him down with me. "The key words in that sentence Simon, are 'used to be'" I said, tonelessly, keeping my expression blank, my emotions in check.
He jerked back as if I'd slapped him. Then his eyes turned hard, as he stormed round my room and dragged everything into the middle. Then with one final look at me, he shook his head, and I could see that the gesture was full of pain and it broke my heart, then he left.
As soon as I was alone again, I started shaking as I turned and threw myself onto my bed, the sobs leaking out- an uncontrollable force.
This sucks.
Simon POV.
I walked into the living room, dragging my feet.
"The key words in that sentence Simon, are 'used to be'"…
God that hurt. That isn't the Clary I know. Some things up.
"So, I think we should keep her in this house until we are sure that she is back to her old self." Jace concluded.
"I think that might drive her a little insane" Isabelle said nervously.
"We can't keep her in the house. She got out this morning." Alec mumbled.
"We will just have to watch her-carefully." Jace said.
"She isn't Clary. She isn't the old Clary. We have to find out what's wrong." I told them, sitting down in an armchair.
"Right." They all agreed.
"Why do you have to keep her on such a tight leash?" Sebastian, Aline's actual brother asked curiously.
"She has issues." Jace said bluntly.
"Jace!" Isabelle reprimanded him. "What did I say about no put downs?"
"Yeah jackass. Can't you be nice?" I snarled at him.
"Jeez, calm down everyone." Jace snapped.
I growled at him.
Clary POV.
I had just finished painting the last wall white when I realised that it was 5:00 pm. Standing up and stretching, I admired my handy work. I walked over to the white wall where my bed will be going and I grabbed one of my little paintbrushes.
I dipped it into the black paint and started scrolling lyrics from songs all over the wall. It was a nice finishing touch.
Both white walls were dry as I had painted them first, and I strolled over to the other white wall and thought about what pictures I was going to put where.
I decided that one April Mansilla piece and one Michael Eden piece will go in the corner side by side, and the other two will go underneath the other pictures on the wall where my desk will be, so I will end up with a square formation of pictures. They had been painted on canvas so they sort of stuck out from the wall nicely.
I dragged the bedside table over to where I wanted to hang the pictures up and I stood on it. Getting the hammer that I had borrowed from Luke's supplies, I hammered the first picture into place. Just as I was about to hammer the second one into place, everyone, and I mean everyone, charged into my room yelling "Clary are you okay?" or "What the bloody hell is going on here?"
When they saw what I was doing the reactions varied.
Isabelle said "um…Clary, you couldn't have picked happier artwork could you?" while she shot me worried glances.
Alec was just staring at me, as if he was surprised to see that I could use a hammer.
Simon muttered, "You couldn't warn us next time you decide to start banging on the walls? We though we were under attack."
"What the hell are you doing?" My mother yelled. "And when did you learn to use a hammer?"
"Is that my hammer?" Luke added, peering closely at the offending object.
"It doesn't take a genius to work a hammer." I told my mom stiffly.
"Why are you putting up pictures?" Jace asked, seeming generally curious.
"And who the hell said you could paint this room?" My mother snapped.
"Well I thought since it is my room I could do what I liked to It." I said, putting special emphasis on the words 'my room' and 'I liked'.
"Why would you paint your room black and white for? Wouldn't you prefer pink?" Aline sneered from Jace's side. Despite my promise to myself I was sorely tempted to dive of the table and leap on her.
It was a miracle that I could keep myself calm.
"I would like to get back to my work now so if you would all please leave." I instructed curtly.
They all left flabbergasted.
"Oh, and Clary," my mom called from behind the half closed door. "You're grounded."
Ugh!
I finished hammering the pictures up with a little more force then the situation warranted.
But I was peeved.
Nine o'clock came, and I was sitting on the floor since everything else was stuck in the middle of the room admiring my paintings when a soft tapping caught my attention.
I noticed that little tiny stones were being thrown at my window. I eased myself up of the floor, and grasped the knife I had in the bedside table in my hand.
I moved silently over to the window, flung it open and swept my gaze over the back garden for anything unusual.
Like demons for example.
"Psst!" A voice hissed.
I glanced down and saw that Sebastian was standing in the back garden, staring up at me.
"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered down to him, dropping the knife to the floor of my bedroom instead of aiming it at his head.
"I heard that you weren't allowed out the house." He said, casually.
"Just because I'm not allowed doesn't mean I won't." I grumbled.
"So being grounded won't stop you from coming out with me tonight?" he asked, smiling up at me.
This could be your only escape tonight Clary…
"Give me a sec" I called down to him quietly.
I rushed over to the furniture in the middle of the room and ripped the bedding of my bed and started tying it together. I looked frantically round my room for more material to use as rope. My eyes fell on these two pink cardigans that I had bought for me when I was ten by my mother. God's know why, she knows I hate pink.
But I wasn't going to complain since they were going to help me break out my room.
I pulled open the wardrobe and found another two sets of bedding at the bottom.
Perfect.
Once I finished tying them all together I crept back over to the window and tied the one end of my make shift rope to the metal curtain rail above the window.
I then flung the other end out the window, and breathed a sigh of relief when it only left me about two meters to fall through the air. I could do that.
I hooked a leg over the side of the windowsill so that it was dangling out the window. I griped the rope tightly in my hands and swung my other leg out the window. Quickly lowering myself into the air, with only support from the rope, I climbed down until the rope ended. Dropping the last two meters, I landed on the ground knees bent on the balls of my feet.
A perfect landing.
"Let's go." I smirked at his surprised face.
"Come on then." He seemed to recover himself and offered me his arm with a flourish.
I took it, and off he led me, to what he said was the best place in Idris.
Chapter end!
Wow, this chapter is definitely my longest! Yay me! *Jumps for joy* Please review! Next update should be soon…but don't kill me if it's not *peeks nervously out from between fingers*
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