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So chapter two is up! Excited?

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"Stop it!" I screamed out in wailing pain. "Stop it…"

"Sweetie, the doctor only needs to check your stitches. They won't hurt you," my mother assured me reaching her hand out but quickly retracing her step as I flinched away from her motherly touch.

"Please don't touch me," I whispered pain washing over me as the events of the other night kept lurking in my mind, haunting me and not letting me forget.

"Baby…" my mother begged, glancing down at me with concern shadowing her eyes.

"I just want to be left alone," I whispered, twisting my hands tightly around the bed sheet.

Luke, my stepfather stepped forward and wrapped his arm around mom's shoulders. "Come on, Jocelyn. She needs time," he assumed, pulling her to the door.

"We'll be just out here baby, if you need us," mom said, letting Luke pull her out. I nodded, feeling tears prick my eyes. Why am I like this? As much as I want to let her in, to let her touch me; the sight of her hand causes terror to surface making the other night become vivid again.

"Hey, don't cry. Many people who had been through what you have would be the same," a soft voice assured me from beside the bed.

I glanced up at the doctor and noted the glasses that framed her hazel eyes and the white coat that shaped her tall, curvy figure. Wiping my tear strained cheek, I whispered up at her, "If I let you check me out, can you leave me alone?"

Concern crowded her once assuring expression, before she calmly said, "ok but know I'm only a buzz away."

I nodded, while pulling up my shirt to show her the cut I had received from the impact of the crash. It wasn't bad, but I was sure it was going to leave a nasty reminder. The cut ran just above my belly-button in a half circular motion. I felt the cold gloved hand touch my bare stomach causing me to flinch away from it. The coldness of the glove jerked the memory of my attacker as he laid his scarred hands on me. I felt the doctor's hands on my arms trying to comfort me but I should have known it was too much…what was wrong with me? Everything seemed to go black, as I recalled everything that happened the other night: "You bitch!" He growled bringing his fist forward and punching me straight in the face multiple of times. Reality seemed to blur but not enough to not know or feel what was forced upon my small figure. Hands searched my bare skin of my legs before fire shot through me; pain shooting through my small frail body. Coming back to reality I heard voices surrounding me, familiar and unknown voices calling to me to open my eyes but it was no use. As much as I tried I couldn't. My breathe seemed to be taken from within me as I tried to take a gulf of air but before I could try to take another, everything went black and the voices faded out as my mind went into a dreamless slumber.

When I woke up, the afternoon sun shone brightly through the windows, shining light against my pale figure. I glanced around the room to find no other sign of life. Sitting up, I groaned from the pain my cut on my stomach caused. Sliding my bare legs down the side of the bed, I placed my feet on the cold surface of the floor. Pulling the blankets around, I stood up unsteadily. Balancing myself on the side of the bed, I moved myself to the door of the restroom. Once inside, I took my spot in front of the sink and mirror. Bending gently down, I washed my face trying to scrub away the memories that were enforced upon me. Glancing up, I took an unsteady breathe in as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, noting the bruises that covered my pale face. Shaking back the tears, I forced myself away. Stepping back into my room, I slowly made my way to the other door that leads to the hallway. I needed to get out of here. Being here was suffocating because everywhere I looked there was evidence of what happened.

Slowly making my way down the hallway, I looked upon the hurt and the sick. This place was quite miserable, I thought to myself. In no time, it seemed I made it to a service desk causing me to flinch at the sight of how many people there were. I quietly but quickly made my way around them careful not to touch one of them. Moving swiftly around them, I picked up my speed but that's when I made contact with a solid figure. Hands wrapped around my frail arms causing me to scream as I pulled forcefully away from their grab. Glancing up, I saw a pair of confused blue eyes staring down at me.

"Hey, I was wondering how you were," I heard a familiar voice speak up from beside the blue eyed guy, that's when I saw the sight of gold. Suddenly my eyes were locked with golden brown ones. Glancing up at him, I saw he had stitches in the cut he suffered the other night and now wore a fresh pair of clothes which showed off his strong figure. He had no hood covering his hair this time which showed the lock of golden hair that he had been hiding. The one thing I couldn't take my eyes off was his angel like face, causing me to remember the way he had taken me in his arms and protected me from my attacker. "You must be doing well if you're walking around by yourself."

"Ms Fray!" I heard a sharp voice growl behind me, causing me to flinch. A doctor soon came into vision. "You need to get back to your room!"

Glancing down at the ground, I said, "I needed to get some fresh air."

"That can't happen. We're run off our feet today and we can't play host to you because you want some fresh air!" The doctor explained, obviously rushed off his feet.

I glanced up at him and narrowed my eyes, I was about to say something back at him but once I opened my mouth, no words followed. That's when I heard the golden eyed guy behind me growl. "Then let me take her," he said.

"Can't let that happen, Mr Wayland," the doctor shook his head.

"My daughter wants some fresh air, so I suggest you let her before I mention this to your boss!" I heard lukes voice growl behind the doctor.

Turning around, I saw the doctor nod in failure. "Very well, but not too long," he said before rushing off.

"Prick," Luke said as his gaze followed the doctor.

"Luke!" Mom said in disapproval beside him before looking over to me. "Sweetie go put something warm on and we'll take you out."

"Forgive me Mrs..?"

"Galloway," my mother finished.

"Mrs Galloway, but I would like to speak to your daughter alone for a moment, if I may?" the golden eyed asked.

"And who would you be?" Mom asked him, stepping beside me.

Before he could say anything, I chirped up. "He was the one who saved me."

After my mom agreed to let me and the mysterious, golden eyed guy speak alone, I had gathered my jacket from my room and made quick exit of the building. Walking around the garden of the hospital was peaceful and calming. I was never an outside type of person but now I intended on being out here as much as I could. Being inside, in the hospital room was suffocating, like the walls could cave in at any movement.

I glanced up to golden boy and noted how the afternoon suns showed off the shape of his face more. Glancing down at me, he grinned at me. "I guess we should introduce ourselves," he said, stopping in front of me and raise a hand. "I'm Jace."

I stared at his hand, remembering how it comforted me the other night. I don't know what about him, but he made me feel…safe. "Come on," he said softly. "First step to recovery is letting someone in."

"And you want to be that one to help me?" I questioned locking eyes with him.

He nodded, "I was there. I'm the only way who knows what you truly went through and plus I promised you I wouldn't leave you and this is me keeping that promise. Come on, take the step. If you don't you are just letting that guy rule your life."

Glancing up at him, I knew he was right. Staring at his hand, I nodded before slowly laying my hand in his. "I'm Clary," I whispered.

Smiling, he kept my hand in his before slowly bringing us over to a park bench and letting go. Sitting down, my eyes were glued to his face, questioning why he's willing to help a messed up girl like me. "I'm getting released today," he finally said.

"That'll be good," I whispered. "I wish I could be."

"When did they say you can go home?" he asked, glancing my way.

I shrugged. "They don't know yet because they're still trying to see how my mental state is like."

He shook his head while staring straight ahead. "They have no clue do they?"

"What you mean?" I asked, glancing at him.

"They think they know what they're doing, they think they're really helping but are they really?" He asked.

"Maybe with the physical healing but not with the mental healing," I whispered.

Jace then lowered his head. It was quietly for a moment before he spoke up. "I'm sorry for not stopping that creep any sooner. I should of tried getting around the other one and getting to you," he said shaking his head.

I glanced at my hands tangled in my lap. "You saved me and for that I can't thank you enough," I whispered, my voice cracking as all the pain I was trying to swallow came rushing back up. "He… he would have done more than what he did do…he would have raped me…If you didn't stop him."

Tears seemed to rush from my stinging eyes as Jace pulled me into his arms and held me. "I'm so sorry for what you went through. I thought trying to be smart and put him off his game would work but it only got you hurt and a man killed."

Hearing those words stumble from his mouth made reality hit me. I wasn't the only one that got affected. Glancing up in his arms, I locked eyes with his. "It wasn't your fault," I whispered.

He shook his head, "I wish I could have done more, you know. I lay awake last night thinking about you, Maia, the mother and child and the man… I should have done more."

"You couldn't have done more," I stumbled out, "they had guns."

"If there's a will, there's a way," he quoted.

"I didn't think you'd be such a quotist," I said, forcing a smile to come across my bruised face. I heard a chuckling leave his lips. "So, how are they now? The other's that were on the bus," I asked, concern filling my eyes.

"I checked on Maia this morning. She suffered a bad knock to her head," he said, "the mother, Sara I think her name was is fine and her little girl broke her arm but she loves all the attention she's getting."

Glancing ahead, I was lost in thought until I turned back to him. "If everyone's fine, why are you blaming yourself?" I asked wiping away the tears that were straining my cheeks.

"Because not everyone is alright, are they?" He asked, loosening his arms a bit. "A man's dead and you're…you won't even let people touch you. You're damaged."

Narrowing my eyes, I let the words settle in. Getting up from the bench and out of his arms, I said crossly, "Yeah that guy did something to me…yeah I'm scared to let people touch me but I'm not damaged…" Tears seemed to swell back up in my eyes.

Standing up, he placed his hands on my shoulders; still holding them tightly but not too tightly that it'd hurt me as I tried flinch away. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry ok?"

"He did something to me…" I cried, "He did something to me to make me shatter when I'm touched, even when it's by my own parents!"

"I know," he whispered, suddenly turning to the voice that called out his name. Turning back to me, he handed me a piece of paper. "Here's my number. I'm a call away if you need me, ok? Oh and Maia is still here and she'd love to see you too I bet. Just know there are people willing to help you overcome this."

Nodding, I accepted his number and followed him quietly back to the hospital entrance, wiping away my tears. Once there, he said goodbye and touched me lightly on the shoulder before leaving me. Standing there, I watched him walk away, asking myself why he blamed himself so much for someone else's actions.

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I think I like this caring Jace, don't you?

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