I was going to call him on his, well attempt at small talk, when my phone went off. I dug into my jean pocket for the annoying disruption when I noticed Jace tense at the noise. I couldn't help but notice the sorrow that filled his eyes when he looked at the phone in my hand, I felt equally sorrowed when I checked the name, Jocelyn was calling me. I let out a sigh and hit ignore, making Jace look back at me with silent confusion written on his forehead. "Who's Jocelyn?" he asked. Great just the kind of verbal interaction I wanted to have.
"She's my mother" not really, I never thought of her like that, ever, we weren't even blood, I was just her bank. The gold rims of his eyes softened at the word "mother", his face had grown pale but he tried to hide it with a faint smile, it looked like it had become a habit, a safety built into his system. Suddenly I felt sick, like being punched in the gut, it hurt to see him so broken, so wrong inside, what is happening to me? I turned away from him pretending to have found interest in something else.
"I have never seen someone, heard someone, struggle on the word mother before" I hadn't even realized, even if I had, it just didn't make sense that he would even notice. He moved a little closer to me, and when I turned to look at him all I felt was the heat burning off his body and the intensity of his golden orbs. I began to nibble on my bottom lip, he was the first to ever question my relationship with Jocelyn, no one ever noticed anything, if they did they didn't care, what made him different? "I" he was suddenly cut off, by a car horn.
"Clary, where the hell are you and why didn't answer my call" my legs felt weak, and my heart began to race, Jocelyn was here. I mumbled a few swears and ran out of my shed feeling Jace close on my heels. I saw my mother at my side door, ramming her fist against the wood and calling to me, till she saw me and Jace coming towards her, a scowl that made her terribly unattractive stained on her product covered face. "Who the hell is that" I opened my mouth to tell her, but the bitch beat me to it. "Enough, I don't want a fucking excuse, send him off we have to talk, now. I will be inside" she opened my door and went inside slamming the door behind her.
I folded my arms across my chest like a shield and turned to Jace, trying to hide the fact I was shivering with slight fear. His fists were clenched and his jaw was tight, the fury was easily noted in his iris. "I'm not leaving" he stated his voice cold and strained.
"You have to" I started not fully understanding why, he was even trying. "Because I'm telling you to" he looked at me shocked, clearly he would never know why I was sending him away, mostly because I probably would never see him again, or the fact even if I did, I would never tell him. I walked away from him, turning my back on his glances. I went inside to face my mother.
Moments later I was sitting in my living room listening to Jocelyn as she paced in front of me telling me not to screen her calls, "after all I am your mother" she would say after every useless point she would make. For one last time I said I didn't hear my phone go off, but this time her reaction wasn't "that's no excuse" this time, she turned on me, pointing her finger at me like I had said she was a fat bitch. "No you didn't hear it, you were busy with that man,, what the hell were you doing in that shed with that low life" Jace was brought back into my mind, and I realized just how mad I was when she turned her accusations on Jace.
"What is that supposed to mean" I glared at her, staring straight into her eyes, hopping she would burst into flames.
"I always knew you would turn into a whore". This was the first time she had ever called me that, and it was crossing the line. She had made me crawl for to many years for me to take shit like that, I am no whore.
I stood on my feet making her step back a few steps and look at me confused, I gently pushed her finger away from my face and calmly spoke, "Get. Out. Of. My. House." Each word was its own sentence. Her hands went to her hips.
"What did you say to me" she asked like I was going to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness, yeah right bitch. I pointed to the door.
"Leave and don't fucking come back."
"Are you kidding me?" she questioned.
"No" I walked to the door and opened it for her, knowing she would follow me "you're not my mother, you were never my mother, you haven't done anything but take the chance of having a real mother away from Me." She slapped me, it stung but not enough for me to care, it wasn't the first time she'd struck me after all. "Just leave" and she did, without another word. I didn't care though; I was looking at Jace, who was sitting on the porch next door staring at me, like I had just fell to the floor crying, I wanted to, oh I fucking wanted to so bad.