Hi guys! So I apologize for not updating this weekend! My aunt is in town and I thought it may be a good idea to take a break and kind of pace myself with this story so it isn't over in like a week or two! So I most likely won't be updating every night from now on but more like every other or every two nights so that the story can live on!
Also! This story is not coming to an end! But, I am kind of wanting to get another story started! I have a few ideas but I'm not sure which I want to start! So I'm going to give a summary on each idea I have and then over the next few days you can vote to help me come to a decision! Also I'm not 100% sure I will be starting a new one but I would like to/
1: Clary has been living with her father for most of her life where she endures abuse, isn't allowed to leave the house giving her social anxiety issues, and basically just lives an overall terrible life. Until her mom, who she thought was dead, shows up at her doorstep with papers for custody of her one day. Her mom whisks her off to New york where she meets her brother for the first time in years and is thrown into the world without any preparation. How will she handle life, school, mental illness, depression, her peers, a new family, and a certain friend of her brother's all at once? (Goes pretty deep into mental illness)
2: Clary is ignored. Her parent's favor her brother and she is just, there. She's an outcast, doesn't fit in anywhere. Her brother tries to include her, but she rejects and he unintentionally joins in on the bullying in return. One day, her brother's friend walk's into her room by accident, what happens? What does he find? Is he really the Jerk he comes of as?
Ok those are horrible summary's but you get the pictures. So ya! Vote and one of those stories may soon be posted!
Anywayss…. I'm sorry for that but I just need an opinion to see if you guy's would read either of them! I like the first one A lot but I think I could do a lot with the second too.
But ya you are all so sweet and thanks for all the AMAZING reviews! Keep it up I love it so much you are all so sweet!
Song: ummm " Monster" By Paramore.
Chapter 28: Sleep
I laid there, flat as a board, same as usual, as my father, did, well, the unmentionable to me. I wished I could just black out during these sessions. But no. I had to be wide awake, fully aware of what was happening. I could never forget. I would never forget. My eyes bore soullessly into his scrunched up, red, sweaty face. My ears heard the sounds. They heard every groan, the bed wobbling and squeaking. I felt the pain. I remembered everything. Always.
When it first began, I dreamed someone would come save me, a guardian angel. But that was never going to happen. I learned that soon enough.
When I was little I pretended I was a princess, stuck in a tower like rapunzel awaiting my prince to come rescue me. I actually thought it was going to come true. And then things got bad. Things at home got worse and kids at school began to bully me. And then I realized… Fairytales, they don't come true. In reality there aren't any prince charming's, night's in shining armor, or guardian angel's. no one saves you. No one really cares. If you want things to change, you can't just sit around waiting for someone to come save you, you have to take action yourself. But that was hard to do.
To this day I held the same view's. I knew no one would help me, that was the way things were. My savior would be the day I turned 18 and could leave this horrible life behind. If I was brave enough. But that was years away, and for now this was my life.
he was on his second round when I heard my mom talking to someone. Probably one of her drunken rambles with the television. Nothing unusual. Her conversation lasted a minute or two, and then it was quiet. Or so I thought.
The door burst open. Figuring it was just my mom wanting to beat me up some more or something, I thought nothing of it. But then…
"Get the fuck off of her." that definitely was not my mom.
I looked over to see a golden boy standing in the doorway. Jace.
"Who the fuck are you?" my dad said, slowing down and looking over to Jace over her shoulder.
"Jace." He grumbled. "Now get. Off. Her."
"Like that's going to happen." My father told him with a roll of his eyes.
"Oh it will." Jace clenched his fist's.
"And who's going to make me?"
Jace launched forward, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulled him away from me, punching him in the face. I sat up, wrapping one of my sheet's around me.
My dad started punching him back, beating him up, Jace doing all he could to fight back.
"Jace!" I shouted. "Let him go!"
"Clary, get out of here!" Jace shouted as he was repeatedly punched by my father.
"Oh she's not going anywhere." I looked up to see my mother standing in the doorway, watching with a grin. "And neither are you."
That's when I realized. My dad wasn't going to stop until he was dead.
"Stop!" they paid no attention to me and I watched in horror as my dad repeatedly beat on Jace, my mom watching in pleasure.
I couldn't watch. I couldn't watch this happen. I slipped on my robe and buried my head into my pillow, trying not to cry.
I lost track of time, trying to avoid listening to the sounds of my parents hitting Jace, beating him to death. And then it stopped, and I froze in realization. Jace was dead.
Soon a firm hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me up.
"Let go of me!" I screamed into my pillow, "You killed him! You killed Jace!"
"Clary!" the voice shouted, grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face the owner of the voice. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Clary! Clary open your eyes and look at me!" Jace?
I opened my eyes slowly, choking back tears. I saw his face. His shin covered in drying blood and bruises. His hair fussed up and his t-shirt ripped up. His oddly golden eyes filled with fear and worry. "J-Jace?"
"Come on we have to go." he rushed out, pulling my arm gently. I slowly got to my feet, his right hand holding mine, rushing me out of the room. My father knocked out on the floor, my mother slumped against the wall, groaning. I wrapped my free arm around my stomach, keeping my robe from sliding open.
My legs wobbled as we made our way to the door. "Jace slow down." I mumbled. He turned to look at me. I felt like laying down and sleeping.
He grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around me. It was then I realized how cold I was. He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up and holding me tight, running out the door and down the stairs. We busted out into the freezing air, my head leaning against his warm chest, eyes half closed. He stopped running and I noticed out of the corner of my eye we had approached a black car and Jace was pulling the door open and gently setting me inside and buckling me up. He slammed the door shut and it went quiet. Soon I heard the driver side door open and Jace throw himself inside, slamming the door shut and his seatbelt click before the car soon turned on.
"Shit!" he shouted. I looked out the window to see my mom running to the car. He pulled away quickly and rushed down the street. "Clary it's going to be okay." I nodded and his hand reached over grabbing mine. "I love you." all I could do was nod, drifting in and out of consciousness. Soon the car had stopped and he was pulling me out of the car.
I opened my eyes and watched as we burst into the house.
"Back so soon? Would have thought you would be gone all night." Izzy said from around the corner. We rounded the corner and I saw her drop a carton of ice cream onto the floor. "What the fuck did you do to her!"
"It wasn't me!" he assured her. "Get Maryse, now!"
Izzy nodded and ran off. Jace leaned against the counter, holding me close. Soon another presence flooded the kitchen.
"Get her upstairs." I was fading. I only heard the voice of Maryse, my eyes refusing to open. "Clary, sweetie, you awake?" I nodded, unable to speak. "Can you stay awake?" I shook my head.
"What should we do…" Jace mumbled.
"There's not much we can do…" Maryse softly said as we began to move. "she just need's sleep."
"There has to be more." Jace pleaded.
"No. there isn't." his adoptive mother told him. "Just take her up to sleep. Okay? I'll talk to her when she wakes up."
Then Jace slowly bounded up the stairs and was walking town the hall and into one of the rooms. He set me down in a large bed, covering me up with blankets and kissing my head. I opened my eyes a sliver and saw him walking out the door. I did all I could to choke out the words I so desperately needed to stay.
"Jace." he turned to look at me.
"Yes?" he asked softly, walking over to me.
"Stay." I choked out. He nodded and sat down beside me. He softly rubbed his thumb in gentle circles on my cheek.
"D-don't be scared." I mumbled half asleep. He looked at me strangely. I grabbed his hand and did all I could to tug his arm towards me. I heard him sigh in realization. He kicked his shoes off before slipping under the covers and wrapping his arms around me. He was… warm. I melted into his arms. And slowly drifted off to sleep.
Jace wasn't a prince charming, or a night in shining armor, or even a guardian angel. But he was the closest I had. I was still hurt over what he had done. I don't know if I ever will truly forgive him. But he saved me. And that had to count for something.
Voila! What will Clary tell Maryse? Will she tell the truth, or lie? Just keep reading to find out!
I hope you like it! I will update as soon as I can, I have testing this week though so it may not be too easy. But I promise I'll do all I can!
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~Karissa
