Chapter Sixteen

Alec POV:

Telling Magnus about this conversation was intimidating, because I didn't want Magnus to go in there and freak out on him. I could see it in his eyes, he wasn't happy, but I didn't want to bring him and my past together. I wanted them to be different, but I needed to tell him.

"His name is Michael." I started.

"I don't give a fuck about his name darling." Magnus said spitefully.

"I know, but please, just listen." I said and Magnus nodded. "He was one of the guys who wasn't like the others. He wasn't vicious, and he wasn't rude. He was like me, fell into the wrong crowd." I started to explain.

"That doesn't explain why he did what he did to you." Magnus interrupted.

"I know, and it doesn't condone it either." I said, knowing full well what he did was wrong. "But he was scared when the other guys suggested they – have their way with me." I said not being able to say the word. "We were all high, and he just sat back and watched – horrified. Eventually Axel – the guy I was seeing – told him to give it a go, and he had been confused about his sexuality for a long time, and figured that it might clear the air."

"While high? What a dumbass idea." Magnus scoffed.

"I never said it was smart." I said. "He puked afterwards, and ran off. He felt disgusted with himself, but Axel tracked him down and threated to do the same if he didn't go along with their story." I said. "I wouldn't wish that on anyone, so I get why he didn't speak up, although I would have be greatly indebted to him if he did."

"So he came to apologize?" Magnus asked.

"He said he was shocked to see me, but he was glad to see I was doing well." I explained. "And he wanted to take the opportunity to apologize, and that he spent years in therapy trying to come to terms with what he did."

"That's a step in the right direction." Magnus said, and I nodded in agreement.

"He also told me that Axel was killed." I said. "A couple years ago. Trying to do the same thing to someone else, someone who wasn't as weak and cowardly as I was."

"Hey, you aren't weak or cowardly." Magnus interrupted.

"Doesn't make the feelings go away." I admitted. "Anyway, he died being called a rapist, faggot, predator. Every name in the book, and I view that as his karma."

"How does Michael know all that?" Magnus asked curiously.

"He's a detective. His homicide got put on his desk, and he was floored." I explained. "Talked to the guy who killed him, ruled it self defense, onto the next case."

"And how do you feel?" Magnus asked me.

"I feel overwhelmed right now." I admitted. "I don't really know how to process all this information, but I'll have a better answer in a few days probably."

"Do you want to go home?" Magnus offered.

"No." I said quickly. "I want to be here. I want to listen to some music, and just hang out with my siblings. It's been a while since we were all in the same place. Work has been sucking all of us dry, and I don't want this to ruin things."

"Okay, but we can leave whenever you want. I don't mind skipping out on Sherman." Magnus said and I laughed.

"His name is Simon." I said.

"I know, but it's fun to mess with this kid." Magnus laughed and I couldn't help but smile. "Shall we go back in?"

"Yes." I said. Magnus took me by the hand and we made our way back inside right as the show was starting, and Simon got on stage.

"Thanks for coming out for us everyone." Simon started. "Means a lot that you all still come back after all these years." He laughed and the crowd cheered.

"Have my babies Simon!" Someone from the audience, and everyone laughed.

"Calm down Maureen." Simon said to the girl.

"She does that every concert." Clary clarified. "With a variety of different phrases."

"Like what?" I asked, curious.

"Have my babies, marry me, and sometimes she flashes him." Clary said and I couldn't help but laugh, but Izzy looked mortified.

"Is she a stalker?" Jace asked.

"Nope, just their biggest fan." Clary said.

"Have they ever dated?" Izzy asked. And I could see Clary smirk. She totally set this up.

"God no. She's like 10 years younger than him." Clary said.

"How did she get into their music than?" I asked.

"Her cousin is our age. Went to high school with us, and got her into their music." Clary explained, and than the music started. Magnus and I sat there, hand in hand as we enjoyed the show. For the first time in a very long time, I felt content, happy. And it was nice to finally feel like I was moving on.