this is a really dramatic chapter...I think there will be malecy things in the next chapter...
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Alec was tired of the pain. His muscles ached, bruises covered his body, cuts and scrapes disfiguring his body. He was going to have so many scars. He wasn't sorry though. He would have done it a thousand times over. Tessa had been calling him daily, making sure he was recovering alright. He thought she was nice.
He didn't know what to do now. Days were going by agonizing slowly, and his life never made any sense. On top of it all, his parents were coming home next week. He would be out on his own again, more vulnerable with all of his cuts and bruises. He had looked in the mirror that morning, and realized truly how bad he looked. The cut on his cheek ran through a fading bruise, and there were dark shadows under his eyes. He knew he probably deserved it. He just wanted to scream, but all he could do was suffocate in the silence, wincing, bleeding and slowly breaking.
Magnus hadn't slept in two weeks. He had nightmares involving a dying Alec, bleeding to death in his arms. It didn't help Alec hadn't spoken to him in that time. He hadn't realized just how much he cared about Alec, until he had sat next to him unconscious and bleeding. He knew now Alec had jumped in and saved one of his dearest friends, Tessa and suffered dearly for it. He wondered what one of the best people, did to get treated so badly. He had saved someone's life, more than once. He didn't deserve a father like Robert, or a mother like Mayrse. He thought he had it bad, until he had met Alec and his family. His heart broke when he thought about the boy, not recognized for who he really was.
Alec was in the process of walking home, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned, and saw Magnus. He must hate Alec now, for being so weak.
"I'm s- He began, but Magnus had pulled him into a hug. His body burned where Magnus had touched, his cuts stinging like someone had poured lemon juice in them. Magnus must have seen something in his expression, because he pulled away, and looked at Alec apologetically.
"Are you walking home?" Magnus asked, his voice rising a little.
"Yeah." Alec said, but really, he was walking to his favorite old friend, a bus bench. His parents were getting home.
"Can I drive you?" Magnus shook his head.
"My dad's coming home tonight." Alec whispered.
"Shit." Magnus said under his breath.
"What are you going to do then?" Magnus asked, but Alec was already walking away, tears stinging his cheeks.
Isabelle hated her mother, her father. Alec wasn't coming home tonight, because they were going to be there. Her father had raised his hand and hit his own son, and chased him out of the house. Her mother didn't protest either, so she was just as bad. Isabelle wished she had a functioning family, but she knew she could not could fix things. She didn't wish Alec other than he was. Would her parents feel guilt if they knew what Alec looked like now? Would they feel the same if they just knew Alec had saved someone's life. Saved someone's life twice actually. No they wouldn't because they were cold careless, monsters. Isabelle has started shaking, dropping her phone. She picked it up and started to type a message to her mother. She hit send and leaned back on the couch, tears falling down her face involuntarily.
Mayrse had just gotten a text from her daughter, who never talked to her. She felt her heart skip a she opened the text. It read.
I hate you.
Someone had taken a photo of him sleeping on the bench. Alec just wanted to die. He got tripped in the hallway, and they had laughed as he felt the warm sting of blood, his wounds reopening. He had been called homeless, and useless, and filth. He had been laughed at and hit. He was almost a hundred percent sure it had been Bryce. The boy who had almost killed him. Alec kept feeling like he should have succeeded, in killing him. If only he hadn't ducked. He could have ended this horrible misery, he wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Magnus hadn't been at school either.
He got a text from Isabelle saying Alec was worse. Magnus felt a cold ice wave wash over him. Alec was worse. What did that mean? What could it possibly?
Isabelle hadn't greeted her parents when they came home. She had locked the door and lain down on her bed, crying silently. Isabelle lightwood, the girl who never cried, had spent the day sobbing. Her dad picked the lock though, and he accompanied her mother.
"That text Isabelle Explain." Robert said, his voice cracking with rage.
"Robert no." Said Mayrse.
"I hate you both. Alec has been at the hospital three times this month. DO EITHER OF YOU CARE? I didn't think so." She was still crying she knew.
"That bastard Alec? What he deserves." Robert said, looking smug.
"What he deserves? FOR SAVING SOMEONE'S LIFE FROM MUGGERS AND ALMOST GETTING KILLED? FOR THE HUNDREDS OF CUTS HE GOT WHEN THE WINDOWS SHATTERED? WHEN THE KNIFE MISSED AND SHATTERED THE WINDOW? FOR CARRYING TESSA HOME WHEN SHE WAS DYING OF HYPOTHERMIA? FOR PASSING OUT WHEN HE WAS ATTACKED BY THE SAME MUGGERS WHO HAD ALMOST ROBBED TESSA? FOR WHAT? FOR THE BRUISES ON HIS JAW WHERE YOU PUNCHED HIM A FEW WEEKS AGO? WHAT ABOUT THAT?" She was screaming, she had never been this angry in her life. How dare he?
"How dare you talk to me like that." Robert said, and Isabelle could barely contain her anger.
"LIKE THIS? I'M GOING TO STAY WITH OUR COUSINS BY THE WAY. SEE IF YOU CARE. I HATE YOU, YOU EMPTY MONSTERS!" She screamed taking the duffel bag she had stuffed, and stalking out the door. She bolted down the stairs, but her dad was faster. He slapped her in the face. She fell to her knees, wondering how Alec did it? How did he do this and not want to die?
She screamed bloody murder, hoping the whole world had heard.