Hey chapter 4 is up. Let me know what you think. I just want to apologise in advance from the switch to the third person to first it was just easier to write it that way.

The water rushes over his body shutting him out of the world for a few brief seconds as he tilted his head, eyes closed.

The sound of the water crashing against the shower floor was therapeutic blocking out the loud thoughts in his head.

The image of his mother screaming was playing through his mind blending in with the water. He couldn't help but feel she was being ridiculous he'd gone out for a run and all his things were still in his room and his car was still parked out front. What the hell was she thinking?

Stepping out of the shower which was now burning his olive skin a painful red his silver scars now more prominent.

He ran his hand through his now dripping hair shaking the water out. Reaching out for a towel in the now foggy bathroom, wiping the condensation from the mirror and brushing his teeth after wrapping the towel around his waist.

He opened the bathroom door slowly peeking out to see if his mother was around. She wasn't, making a quick dash to his room closing the door silently behind him.

He breathed a sigh of relief not wasting time before changing into a pair of jeans and a black t shirt, towel drying his hair, grabbing his phone, wallet and keys and jogging down stairs to face his mother.

When he entered the kitchen she was hunched over her mess from earlier that morning wiping the cabinet door as an attempt to remove the coffee stains. It was clear she was getting frustrated when she threw down the cloth pushing her hair back with her wrist.

His breakfast plans forgotten he stepped around her barely acknowledging her presence. She dropped her head again with a sigh, her eyes lit up when Jace came back into the kitchen armed with a dustpan and brush and began sweeping up her broken coffee mug.

His golden hair hung infront of his face as he swept not really sure why he was doing it but seeing his mother looking so small and broken pushed him to feel something other than amusement and irritation. Pity, guilt maybe a mix of the two.

Once they'd finished cleaning up she came over to him standing at a safe distance fidiling with her hands.

"Jace, honey… thank you."

He brushed of her comment and grateful eyes and looked around the room for a distraction. His eyes fell on the the large clock on the wall.

Shit 9:24 he was going to be late, of course he only needed to go next door but he really on his first day should be early.

"Sorry Celine I'll accept the thank you gifts later if that's alright, gotta run."

She watched him go with a defeated sigh, trying to make sense of her son.

He managed to get next door with 4 minutes to spare. Knocking on the door he was greeted my a flustered and red faced Jocelyn.

"Jace, thank you so much you're a god send, honestly I don't know what I'd do I'm so busy and I can't just leave her on her own and I .." she brought her hand up to her brow closing her eyes mouthing a 'shit' under her breath.

Running back into the kitchen and back out with her handbag scrambling for her keys.

"Sorry Jace thank you so much, I've left my number on the counter if you could text me just so I've got your number just in case. Make yourself at home Clarissa's still asleep, oh have you eaten if not help yourself oh and make sure Clarissa eats will you please. Right I'd better be off I'm not sure what time exactly I'll be back I'll text you later, thank you again."

"Yes will do, thank you."

—- Jace 1st person—-

A few hefty sighs and she was out the door and the sound of her car starting now long gone I was stuck there 'baby sitting'.

I knew nothing about this girl apart from her name Clarissa, she could be three years old for all I know. I bloody hope not.

I decided to wait until she woke up to grab breakfast it was probably more polite. Instead i decided to sit down on the couch and watch some television.

The room was a decent size pretty similar to my house which made sense seems as they're next to each other. The couch was a pale grey with yellow-y pillows the room seemed to follow this theme only broken by the occasional family photos that were placed around the room.

The girl that appeared to be Clarissa in these photos was 'thank god' clearly over the age of ten and by the look of most of these in her early teens maybe around thirteen.

She was pretty her nose dusted in freckles bring out her emerald eyes, which already popped with her fiery red hair. She was tiny really but still held her age in her eyes, she looked smart but I guess we'll see.

I surfed through half of the channels before landing on some cooking show, they were currently making Welsh rarebit and omelette. God that sounded good.

The show seemed to be British. One of he cooks began talking of his welsh heritage and speaking a little of the welsh I knew. Now that had my attention. I was Welsh, and damn well proud. Mother's family was welsh as was my father's though my mother was born there my Father wasn't he was a New Yorker and not at all proud of his heritage unlike my mother.

That was one of the only things I really admired about her was the welsh. Though she rarely spoke Welsh to me as my Father has said we were in America we should be American. Which in thought was ridiculous people all over America were conversing in a hundred different languages, why should we be any different.

When we moved we never really spoke of Wales. But I decided to keep what was left of my heritage with my Mother gone. I carried on the language, though it wasn't often used it was good to keep things from people. It came in handy with my cousin Will who was born and bred in Wales but is currently residing in Patagonia where the Welsh language is strangely strong. I hadn't spoken to him in a while I just knew his Grandmother, our grandmother was out there with work: so, so was he.

My mind often drifted into Welsh it was easier it made my thoughts seem more private, like people couldn't understand them if they could ever read my thoughts.

I loved it being bilingual being able to understand two languages, think them at the same time.

I was so distracted by my thoughts i forgot about the girl upstairs.

"Is that what we're having for breakfast then, you seem pretty engrossed. I'm Clary i don't know what my mum told you about me but its Clary not Clarissa."

I turned my head to look at her, she was most definitely not thirteen. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, her body covered in black short shorts with a strappy somewhat cropped top. She was beautiful, tired looking but but beautiful nonetheless.

I reached my hand across to hers to shake it, "Jace."

She let out a small smile before asking with a sigh.

"I know you've got to make me food, so shall we get it over with." Her face paled then fired up a bright red,

"Oh god that sounded so rude I'm so sorry, she just fusses over me and I'm sick of it all the time, i was hoping you'd be a cool babysitter not like the other ones you know cause you're not a thirty year old woman." Her faced dropped.

"I get it my mum can be a pain my arse too, likes to hover."

Ding, ding, ding her face lit up as she giggled, " oh my god mine too!"

"Shall we make breakfast then?, I'm starving."

"Yeah, okay."

Hey let me know what you think, hopefully I can get chapter 5 up really soon, reviews really give me a boost, hint hint ;) Mwah!