Well... I seriously can't wait for you guys to read the chapters coming up, that's when the real fun starts! I hope it lives up to your expectations and you love it as much as I do. I am so excited! And I also hope you like how I am posting daily. I think I should be able to continue updating daily, even when school starts! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story and make sure to leave your thoughts in the reviews!
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"He isn't allowed on Campus anymore and has been reported to the police." The principal says and I nod my head and try not to cry. "He has requested to see you." At those words, my attempt to not cry goes down the drain. She reaches over the table and rubs my shoulder.
"I'm sorry." I say weakly, running the heel of my hand over my eyes and cheeks.
"No, it's fine. After the show he put on, I don't blame you for crying." She doesn't understand. She doesn't understand that he is worst. That he has done worst. He has hurt me, he has killed Jon and he has drove Jocelyn away. Mum. He's going after her. I need to tell her. I practically hate her for leaving me but will I let him get what he wants? I mean Jace got hurt, should I let Mom sacrifice herself for them? "You may go Clary. Thank you for coming in." She hands me a tissue and guides me out the door. I casually walk outside the main building, like any other day. I sit down under the tree and tug my hair. I want to rip it out. My life is turning to shit and I can't deal with it. How am I meant to? How am I meant to protect people from him? I can't. I do the next best thing, I scream. Despite the ache from Valentine strangling me, I scream until I'm out of breath then I break down in tears. I don't want this life. I want any life but this. I want to stop crying. I want to disappear and pretend that this life isn't mine. That I'm a bystander to a movie that's messed up. But I'm not a bystander, I'm the main character and I can't do anything to fix the problem like in nearly every book and movie. Why isn't there a real book? A book that says it like it is. That there isn't always a happy ending but a huge mass of disappointments and pain until there is no more will left to keep going. There is a soft thud next to me. I look up to see Jace and his golden hair. His face has bruises but I'm glad there is more skin showing then bruises. He just stares at me, with his golden eyes. I look back down letting my hair curtain around me. I don't want to look at his bruises, I caused them. It's my fault he is hurt.
"It's not your fault." Jaces voice is low and soft. How did he know I was think that? "I know what you're thinking. But you're wrong."
"If I didn't drag you into this, you wouldn't be hurt." I whisper. He pulls my face up to look at him.
"I'm not hurt Clary. This" He gestures to his face. "doesn't hurt and they will go away and I will look as beautiful as usual." I chuckle slightly at that. "The only way he hurt me was by hurting you and don't think that it's your fault." How does he know what I'm thinking?
"I didn't want anyone to get hurt. He is my father, he is only supposed to hurt me." I say raising my hands in defeat. He's winning. I keep denying it but he will always win. He will always find a way to hurt me and break me. He will do it till the day I die.
"I won't allow that. I will fight him over and over if that means he won't hurt you." He takes my hand and puts it into his. If I wasn't in this situation now, my heart would be going 100 mph and feel warm but I can't. It's like Valentine is pushing away everything from me. Like he has this sick idea that the only way to protect me is too push everything away. I can't figure him out and I wish he would just leave me alone. I agreed to go here to escape him. Now he's coming here. Now he's hurting people. I should have just stayed home with him and none of this would have happened. I shake my head not wanting to believe that pain and hurt follows me everywhere I go.
"I'm still mad at you. For stealing my phone and calling my mom. That was so bad Jace. But right now, I have bigger things to worry about. I forgive you, even though I will be mad. Just don't do it again." He nods his head and I know he understands, he can read me like an open book. "Why is my life so messed up?!" I shout and start to cry again. Jace wraps his arms around me. I feel the warmth radiate off him and even in this messed up situation, I manage to be slightly happy.
"You have us Clary. Me, Simon, Alec and Magnus. We are here for you. No matter what happens. We would be happy if you drag us into any mess if that means you will make it out okay." He says into my hair. I close my eyes and lean into his chest. I reply those words in my head. Am I going to accept that? I know they don't mind getting hurt for me. That scares me. I don't want them getting hurt. I can't drag them into this but something tells me I won't have a choice and they will follow me into these battles anyway. These are my friends. They will stick by me even in the face of danger. I don't know what to do! Should I let them be there for me or let them go? I know for sure that keeping them safe is the main priority. Valentine killed his own son. He won't hesitate to kill someone he doesn't know. I groan in frustration. I can't decide what to do. I know I should keep them out. But I need them and I just get this feeling they won't leave no matter how much I push and push. Jace starts to get up. I stand up too and the sight in front of me nearly makes me collapse against a tree.
"Sebastian?" I ask the limping boy. He is covered in blood and new bruises. He is barely able to walk. Jace races over and supports him over to the tree. Why would he help him? He punched him for me. That isn't important. I crouch in front of Sebastian. Despite the fact that I'm happy to see him hurt. I can't imagine who would do that to him. "What happened?" He is crying and holding his arm that has blood trickling down it.
"Someone jumped me." He says shifting his body to get in a better position.
"Who?" I say. But I know. I don't know how I know. But I know it was Sebastian who told him Jocelyn was here and I know this is a message to me. He's telling me to find mum or he will do this to my friends. He know that my biggest fear is someone getting hurt because of me.
"It was Valentine." I stand up and storm through the doors of the main building. I hear the rushed footsteps of Jace behind me.
"Clary!" He grabs my arm making me stop walking. I want to cry but I'm too angry.
"He has controlled my life ever since I was born. He has caused me pain that I can never escape. Now he is going to hurt people because I can't find mom. I won't allow that. If he is going to bring me down, I'm bringing him down with me. And you, Simon, Alec and Magnus need to stay out of it. If one of you guys get hurt. It will break me." I say yanking my arms out of his grip. I storm off and this time he doesn't follow.
"Don't shut us out!" He yells after me. I pause mid stride.
"I will bloody do what I want!" I shout behind my shoulder and continue down the hall to the stairs. I don't know what to do. I don't know where he is. I do know he wants Jocelyn and I'm willing to give her up if that means saving Simon, Alec and Magnus. If it means saving Jace, I will do it. And I'm not going to go easy on him. I'm going to torture him like he did with me. I won't give him the pleasure of being arrested and then thrown in jail. I'm going to make his life miserable. Like he did with mine. I will get the courage from knowing that I am saving their lives. I pull out my phone and punch the numbers into the phone.
"Hello? Clary?" Jocelyn voices come from the other end of the phone.
"Where are you?" I say pushing the anger down. I can't blow yet.
"Why? Do you-"
"Where the bloody hell are you Jocelyn?!" I spit into the phone. I grab the photo frame of Jocelyn and me when I was 2 from under the bed and smash it against the broken headboard.
"What's happening? Are you alright?" She asks like she has the bloody right to act like my mom. She doesn't. She never will. I don't care.
"I'm not alright! Your prick of a husband just beat up someone from my school because he wants me to find you! Now tell me where you are because you are going to see him!" I demand into the phone, pulling my hair again. I'm going to regret that later.
"Clary no. I'm your mother, you wouldn't drag me back to him." She sounds desperate.
"Then you don't know me at all. Get here now because if you don't I will drag you by the hair to him." I manage to lower my voice, to make it sound more intimidating and serious.
"But I'm your mother." She says again. I can hear her crying.
"Like hell you are!" I spit, hanging up. I would kill for a flip phone right now. I just want that satisfying smash of the phone when you slam it shut. But I can't smash this phone. It was expensive as hell. My phone rings again.
"What?!" I yell into the phone. I can hear her sobbing.
"Please Clary. Don't make me go!" She is full on crying and pleading.
"Get your ass down here now you selfish bitch."
So, what did you think of that chapter?! And it's longer then usual! The story is starting to go into the main plot and now the fun begins. I hope you liked that chapter. I like this one a lot personally. It shows the feisty side of Clary. :)