Kind of a short chapter. sorry, but I hope y'all enjoy it!
Chapter 13
Clary wonders what she's suppose to do for the day. What time is that presentation even suppose to be over? She wonders. She makes her way back to the bed and flops herself on it. She sits up to find the remote, concluding that watching tv was going to be the only to pass the time when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
"Shit." She mumbles to herself when she sees her face and neck. She concludes that she may can hide the majority of the black eyes, and she can put on lip gloss for her swollen lips. I've always wanted bigger and poutier lips. She continues down to her body and stops at her neck. Damn him. Damn him to the deepest parts in Hell. She sees where his fingers wrapped all the way around her neck the night before. I'll have to wear a turtle neck or hoodie for a while. Ugh!
She decides not to dwell on it anymore. At least I'm not really in any pain. She thinks to herself while standing back up, wanting to take a shower. She stops in her tracks and almost jumps when she hears her phone ding.
1 new message from Jessica Hough
She opens it.
Clary, I should be back between 12:30 and 1:00. Don't use this phone to text or call, just in case your outgoing and answered calls and texts are being monitored. I'll buy you another soon. I'll text you when I'm on my way. Don't open the door for anyone. Keep it chained. See you later, Red.
She smiled at the message and gets up to chain the door. She turns and grabs her clothes, and takes her shower.
**Two hours later**
Clary had gotten her shower and applied her makeup, which worked perfectly except she appeared that she didn't get enough sleep the night before. Her shirt was a green high neck tank top that had a keyhole right where her breasts were. She paired it with a leather jacket and jeans to make it more casual and to hide any bruises that showed.
She was now sitting on the bed watching reruns of That 70's Show. When it goes to commercial, she turns to look at the digital clock sitting on the nightstand.
12:21 p.m. I won't be alone much longer. She says to herself excitedly. She stands up to check her hair and makeup, suddenly feeling a bit nervous for Jace to come back. Why am I so nervous? He saw me this morning when I looked so terrible and he didn't care. Why would he care now? She thinks.
Just then she hears noises at the door. Jace never texted me to say he was coming... The muffled noises were becoming clear. Someone is trying to get in here. The door is open but the chain is still intact. She runs to hide behind the bed when she sees a hand come through the door.
"Clary! I know you're in there. Open the door!" She hears, and the voice in unmistakeable. She doesn't move, she doesn't even breathe.
"God dammit Clary! Open the damn door now!" She still doesn't move. She hears more noises coming from the door, and then suddenly nothing. She thinks he's gone, so she slowly lets her breath out. She looks up from the ground straight into cold black eyes.
"Hello, Clary."
Cliffhanger, I know. But I have to have some way y'all interested! Please review!