Alright guys, got chapter nine for ya!
Tell me what you think at the end!
Kat:)
Being on that railing, just standing up there, the wind tossing my bright, red hair, felt like a dream. A dream that I would never wake up from. It was kind of like finally being at peace with myself, finally in harmony with the world. Even though the sirens were blaring, with police officers begging me to step down, I was calm. After all, why should I come back down from the railing? There was nothing left for me here, nothing but sorrow. Yet, even as I stood there, I couldn't bare to think the word that I would become after I jumped. It terrified me, a blood chilling fear. But it was a hell of a lot better than being alive.
So, with a last deep breath through my nose, smelling the breath of death hot in my face, I slowly stretched out my foot. Another tear slipped down my cheek, a small content smile catching it on the corner of my mouth. My grip on the pole loosened, and I felt my body go completely limp. Then I began to fall.
When, suddenly, something hard and strong slammed into my side. My breath whooshed out of my mouth quickly. Then, I fell back onto something uncomfortably. I was gasping, my hand gripping my chest, still in complete shock. Unable to get a bearing on my surroundings, I tried to sit up, but was pulled back down by something wrapping around me tighter. I squealed in surprise, then looked down to see what I was laying on, my eyes widening.
His face, and neck, and hair was drenched with sweat. His chest heaved as he stared back up at me, an actual emotion in his golden eyes: fear. He touched my face delicately with the tips of his fingers. His other hand wrapped up around the base of my neck. Then he sighed with relief, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the cement. I laid my head on his chest, which was still sucking in air raggedly. My eyes drifted shut, the blood that coursed adrenaline through my veins slowing, making me crash. I pressed myself closer to him, and felt my consciousness drifting away. The horns were honking, sirens still blared, and police still shouted, but right then, it was just he and I. Then he muttered something so quietly, that I barely caught it.
"I almost lost you… Almost."
o.^.0.^.o
JPOV
Three days. It had been three days since I pulled Clary from the railing of the Jefferson Bridge. It was one of the most terrifying, blood chilling things I had ever gone through. And for a split second, I wasn't sure if I would make it to her fast enough. I was so sure she would have been dead when I got to her… But as I stared at her, sleeping in my bed, I thanked God that I did make it to her.
Three days. She had been asleep in my bed for three whole days, a total of seventy-two hours. She hadn't been moving or making any noises other than the shallow breathing of her chest and an occasional whimper. I hadn't left her side other than to shower and eat, but even then, I got back to her as fast as I possibly could.
Now I was sitting on the corner of my bed, leaning on my hands, my elbows propped up on my knees. I was starting to get impatient. All I wanted was for Clary to just wake up. I wanted to hear say my name one more time.
I started to chuckle quietly. I had only met this girl a week ago, and I was crazy about her. Isabelle had a lot of nerve to tell Clary any different. But I guess I shouldn't expect any less from her. She has always wanted my dick–after all, who didn't?–but I refused her every time. I had even gone as far as ignoring all of the calls she had made to me over the past three days. Even the mere thought of her made me sick. It took all the will power I had to not walk to the Institute and kick her sorry ass. I wanted nothing more than to see her pay for what she had done. But I waited quietly, watching Clary's sleeping body in my bed.
o.^.0.^.o
CPOV
My eyes fluttered open gently. I was very confused for a few seconds. I didn't know where I was or how I had gotten there. The only thing I did know was that I was starving. I shifted around in the bed, and looked up in time to see a tangled mess of blond, curly hair. Jace jumped up off the end of the bed, his face full of concern and… love.
"Hey," I said quietly, looking into his eyes, his beautiful golden eyes.
"Hey," He smiled a small smile, "How are you feeling?"
"Um…" I muttered looking down.
In all honesty, I didn't know how to answer her question, because I wasn't sure how I felt. It was a jumble of emotions buzzing around in my head like a million bullets ricocheting off my skull. There was confusion, because I didn't know what was going on or where I was, though it looked vaguely familiar. I was sad, my heart so full of grief and sorrow that I couldn't bear the weight of it. Frustration played through my mind as well. It made me want to pull my hair out, and I didn't know why. But, above all, I was angry. I was livid, furious. At Isabelle for telling me those awful things, and at my father for leaving me when I was seven, for coming back, for hurting me and my mother, for trying to kill me…
"Clary?" I looked back up at Jace, "Are you okay?" I bit my bottom lip. I had to tell him. I had to tell him everything.
"No…"I muttered quietly, "I'm not okay."
"What's wrong?" His eyebrows furrowed, "Is it Isabelle?"
"No, I–" I tried to say, but was cut off.
"You're father?" He asked, interrupting me.
"Well–"
"Are you cold?"
"What? No–" I was starting to get frustrated.
"Are you hungry?" My stomach growled.
"Well, yeah, but–" I tried to answer, my patience finally flying out of the window.
"What do you want?"
"Jace," I shouted, sitting up.
"Yes?" He answered, taken aback by my sudden outburst.
"Will you just listen to me? Please?" I begged. His eyes suddenly hardened, as he crossed his arms over his chest and backed away from me.
"That depends," He shrugged. His mood had taken a sudden change. At first, he was worried, concerned, but now, he had become frustrated, almost angry.
"On what?" I asked, puzzled, my brows furrowing.
"My God, Clary," He said quietly, narrowing his eyes in disgust.
"What?" Now I was even more confused.
"It all depends on you!" He threw his hands up in the air, "I've tried to help you. Since the moment we met in the club, I've tried. But you kept pushing me away, insisting you didn't need my help."
"That's not what I–" I started.
"Isn't it?" He cut me off, "You didn't want me to listen, so I didn't. I got the damn hint. So, I left you in the infirmary with Isabelle. Obviously you weren't going to talk to me, so why bother try? That was my line of thinking. Tell me, dear Clarissa, what was yours?"
"I just…" I trailed off, not really knowing what to say to his rage.
"Just what?" He scoffed, "Were you that desperate for attention?"
"No!" I objected quickly.
"Then what was it?" He challenged.
"He left me when I was seven!" I screamed at him, "When I was seven…" He paused.
"Huh?" He looked confused.
"My dad, Valentine, Luke, whatever," I answered, burying my face in my hands.
"That's still no legitimate reason to–"
"Will you stop? You want to know what's so fucking wrong with me? Here it is," I took a deep breath, "I have almost no memory of him, my father. Sure, he lived with us, but I never saw him. He always slept during the day, and then stayed up at night. My mother…" I bit my lip as I said her name, pausing momentarily as I took a deep breath, and continued, "She never spoke of him much. Whenever I asked, she just said he was too busy to come outside and play with me, or she would make up some crazy excuse as to why he wanted nothing to do with us. He… He never even bothered to come to my birthday parties or any of my Christmases. It was just me and my mom."
Tears stood on the brims of my eyes, but I fought them back, only speaking when I knew my voice would be steady, "Then, one morning, I woke up and the whole place was trashed. Pictures were thrown from the walls; the kitchen table was flipped over; glass was everywhere. My mom was passed out on the floor, covered in glass and blood. And I was terrified. I was so scared I didn't know what to do, so I hid in the corner, behind the TV that was turned on its side. Then I watched my father walk away from us. He thought she was dead. I could tell he did; I thought she was…
"He had been gone for years. I guess I should have been used to it; he never was in my life, but it was like a piece of me was missing, you know?" My breathing was beginning to get labored and shallow, like right before you cry really hard, "My mom stayed in depression. She rarely left her room. I would try to talk to her, to get her to open up, but she'd only shut me out. Eventually, I just stopped trying, which lead me to build up my own walls.
"Then, Luke came into the picture," I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding, tears slipping down my cheeks slowly, "And slowly, slowly but surely, she became better. And she was finally starting to get back into the world, finally starting to let me back into her walls.
"What she didn't know was that Luke was abusive. At first it was just verbally. He would call me names, and tell me awful things…" I shuddered at the thought of him yelling at me in that terrifying way of his, "Then one day he hit me. Across the face. I was in shock. I could only stare at him in disbelief, but no matter how hard I tried to justify it in my mind, he was beginning to abuse me physically. I thought about telling my mom, but how could I? How could I destroy the one good thing in her life? I tried to notify the police, but Luke caught me. He beat the living hell out of me. It was so bad that my friend…" I paused before I said her name, another tear rolling down my cheek, "Kaelie, had to come get me and take me to her house for the rest of the week until I was better. That's when I met Simon and we began to date.
"Things were looking up for my mom, then I got careless. I went to Pandemonium with Kaelie because Simon and me broke up, even though my mom told me to stay at home… And I wish I did. I wish with every fiber in my body that I had stayed home that night. I didn't know all of this would happen.
"The only time I went home in the past week was to get out of your hair, and I knew what was coming for me when I got home. He, Luke, beat the hell out of me, which you saw when you got there. And I think he wanted to kill me. I actually do. Then, you called him Valentine, and it was like my whole world came crashing down. My heart was shattered.
"My own father didn't want me, other than wanting me dead," Tears were pouring freely down my cheeks; I didn't even try to stop them this time. There was no point, "And it's like, crazy to think that the one person who you looked up to, and admired, turned into a person who hates you so much that they want to kill you. And then you brought me to Isabelle, and she told me things that I had known were true all along. And she was right. I had just thought, that maybe I could be something. Maybe I could just get through this and become something great one day, ya know? But if I was just a problem to everyone, then why bother try? So, I decided to fix the problem.
"But then… You got to me, and I felt…" I paused, sucking in a deep breath, trying to think of the right word, "Safe, like I was actually wanted, ya know?" Tears had soaked my entire face by now. Jace hadn't moved; he just stared at me, his face blank and emotionless. Sobs rose up in my chest, "And I miss him… And I hate him," I had finally broken my walls, "But I miss him…"
I sniffled as the bead began to shift, like weight had been put on the edge of it. Another tear rolled down my cheek, then a hand reached toward my face, lightly touching my chin, making me look up. I stared into Jace's eyes, letting him gently wipe away the tears with his rough thumb.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" He asked softly, sitting down next to me.
"I was afraid," I answered quietly, barely above a whisper.
"Of what?" His eyebrows furrowed, his expression puzzled.
"Of trusting someone else who could hurt me," I muttered. He brought his face closer to mine and whispered.
"I will never hurt you."
Then he pressed his lips to mine gently, wrapping his arms around me. I pushed myself closer to him, wanting to deepen the kiss. He got the hint, and opened his mouth, which parted my lips as well. His tongue slipped in slowly, making me melt into him. As I let him continue to play his tongue through my mouth a couple of times, I realized how experienced he was. Obviously, with his looks, he wouldn't be a virgin. I felt myself smiling a little. Then I noticed that I was kissing him. This beautiful man had his tongue in my mouth. Me, a normal, somewhat unattractive girl. Maybe it was pity but I shoved every thought out of my head and just let him kiss me further.
"Well, isn't this just adorable," Said a voice from the shadows. Jace was up in a flash, gripping my hand and taking me with him. He pulled me behind his back before I had a chance to squeal.
"Who's there?" He called strongly, his voice a scary calm. Then another voice matched Jace's aggressiveness.
I peaked out from under Jace's arm just as he stepped into the doorway. My eyes widened; my hand flew to Jace's shoulder, gripping it so hard my nails dug into the skin.
"You know," Began Valentine, "I don't approve of you dating my daughter."
Jace- "Cock blocker"
Me- *rolls eyes*
