I waited, sitting on my porch, watching Clary's window, where I saw that women pacing toward the window and away, her mouth flying and her arms flailing. I had no doubt in my mind that this women was Clary's mother, however I was disgusted with her, because I knew her kind. She was that women who played perfect, covering her face with makeup and wearing the most expensive clothes even if she couldn't afford them, she didn't care about anyone around her playing the generous bitch in the open, but behind closed doors she was just the fucking bitch.
Abruptly Clary visitor stopped her pacing as her face grew red with rage; she stalked over to the direction I knew Clary had been at one point. I waited, gripping my fists in a painful manner, I needed to know what was happening, what Clary was hiding when she asked me to leave. The women backed up into the open sight of the window, an expression of disgust and slight shock filling her repulsive image. Clary walked past her, too fast to see her expression, making the other follow.
It wasn't long before they were standing at the side door, the door itself wide open as the two stood, Clary's back to me, while her visitor faced the door way. There was a sudden crack, as the women's hand rose and struck Clary's face, though she didn't move I myself felt the sting of the impact as I watched in horror. That sickening sound will forever follow me. The women left and Clary's body shifted towards me, imminently her weak and helpless gaze met mine. I couldn't bring myself to go to her, till her knees began to shake, till her face grew red, not until I realized just how hard she fought the tears, clearly struggling, slowly failing, and silently needing me.
I went to her, slowly at first, but picking up speed as she began to crumble, and just as she was about to fall I wrapped my arms securely around her, clamping her arms to her chest and letting her head rest in the crook of my neck. She began to quiver, trying to hold back her sobs, but I felt the dampened skin on my neck. "Clary" I whispered, bringing my hand to the top of her head to support her.
"Why did you stay" she asked with a shaky voice that was surly leaving her. She had this tone that told me no one had ever held her like this, she seemed grateful but timid.
"Because you didn't want me to leave, I could hear it in your voice." Her hands pinned to my chest grasped my shirt tightly, trying to hold onto me, like I was going to leave her, but I don't think I wanted to, the thought hadn't even accrued to me. Finally her wait became too much for her lifeless legs and we slowly shrunk to the floor just inside her door, I closed the door and shifted to hold my back against the wall to support are weight as we regressed to the hard wooden surface.
"You don't even know me" she wined as she gave, letting the tears flood from her, soaking the neckline of my cotton shirt. She was right I didn't know her, I didn't know her birthday, age, her dreams, but I knew she needed me, and this was only the beginning of what I would learn about her. I wanted to know everything, so I told her.
"I will". I watched as Clary let out her chokes and howls, the calls easing at a speed that felt almost passive, but they stopped and all I felt was the calming breath of Clary and every so often, a sniffle, but nothing more. I held her, comforting her for what I knew, and what I didn't. All I knew was a broken girl lay against my body, not just any girl either, Clary.
It was laying here now that I realized I was starting to care for someone again. His words rang inside my head, the unmentionable word that drove me to my own breaking point the first time. The quote my uncle had always taught me to live by, the one thing that had always distanced me from people, when had that stopped? Was it in that bar that night that I let my guard down, or was it when I ran to her rescue after hearing her in distress?
It was then that I fell asleep in a strangers home, on the floor, with my clothes on, this was a first for me.
OK, i know its short, But its about quality not quantity, right?
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