Normally when I wake up in the morning, I hear silence, but this morning the soft sound of a man's snore, carried me gently away from my dreams. I felt strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me into an iron hard body with an easy breathing chest. When I opened my eyes to check my theory, I found myself looking at a sleeping Jace, myself perched on his lap and cradled into his lazed arms, I had enjoyed his nook. His head rested against the wall, pinning his curls in an awkward mess, it suited him. His nose was scrunched, pinching his cheeks at the bone, his teeth were clenched, his jaw straight and his mouth held an unpleasant from, he was dreaming.

I watched him sleep, scared, I wasn't supposed to let people in, I was supposed to be closed off, why am I letting him get close? From that moment I met him in the bar, I knew something had changed in me, but that doesn't mean I like it, how could I trust him? He was the spitting Image of a heart breaker, a flake, that person who stops to say hello and is gone before you can even respond, but why was he still here, why had he bothered to wait. His ego, his smile, everything was burning into my head, and every time he looked at me with those golden orbs, I just wanted to break down and release myself from this unmistakable hollow feeling of loneliness, but I cant. I felt betrayed, violated by his presence in my home, by his comforting, he may not have meant me harm, couldn't possibly had meant any harm, but in its own way, his help had hurt me. Emotionally I was unavailable, all my emotions were poured into paintings, and I didn't spare any feelings for anyone. I was cold inside.

As if shoot, Jace's body flinched violently and I had to wrap my arms around his neck to catch myself before I fell. His arms tightened around me, hugging me close as he caught his breath. When I looked back at him, his caring eyes were now open, but they were full of fear and doubt, it wasn't the Jace he let on, but I never fell for the perfect guy act, he was broken and I will always know it. "Morning" he lightly smiled, trying to hide his speeding heart, but I felt it.

"morning", I couldn't help the fact that I was staring at him, he wasn't even looking away, we were holding each other's eyes, both wondering if I will ask what had happened to him, and god I wanted to. He had just walked into my life, seen a mild fight with my mother, that I had won, for now, but she will be back, when it suits her. He comforted me through the night, holding me, when I barley let others touch me without the help from alcohol. So why wouldn't I ask him, I had every right to an answer; he owed me an answer, the way I saw it.

"Will you tell me about your dream" he held his breath, and tensed, the relaxation melting from his skin. I knew from his silence he was uncomfortable with the subject, and I felt a tug of guilt, but I was going to stand by with my choice, I wanted to know, no matter how small it was, I wanted to know something. Even if he was trying to hide it, he wasn't going to get away with it. "Was it a nightmare?" I asked him softly, hopping for something, anything, a nod, just an acknowledgement, but he gave me nothing. "Jace, please, just tell me" I somewhat pleaded

He let out his breath harshly, "what does it matter" he mumbled, moving his arms away from me, he tore his watchful glance hence and grew distant from me. When he looked back in my direction, I was robbed of his eyes, he had them closed, hiding from me, or hiding me. Trying to find the lost Jace, I moved my hands to the front of his hair and ran my fingers through it, combing the strands as I admired it, losing myself as his sorrow filled eyes opened. I felt him become close, his lips flouting near my own, and his warm breath stinging my skin. He closed the distance kissing me softly, begging me to respond with his motions, and I did. It was so wrong, it had been so long since I had contact with someone who I had wanted to spend more than one night with, I was getting attached with him, and even as the kiss deepened and his hand held my head I couldn't pull away, but I couldn't believe in what I was doing. I could barely pay attention to what he was doing, every touch, every moment was pure response. I couldn't take the confusion anymore, so I detached myself from him, turning my head away.

"You need to leave" I just whispered, and he stared down at me in shock, I felt belittled, so I stood, "you have to leave". I put my back to him, hearing the sound of cloth on cloth as he stood lingering behind me, his body heat burning my back even though we weren't touching.

"Why are you always sending me away?" he seemed almost frustrated, but I sensed the hurt in his tone. I didn't know what to say to him, I knew if I told him I was scared he would understand, but he wouldn't leave, just try to convince me he wasn't going to hurt me. He wasn't the type to give up easy, but neither was I.

"Because, I can't" my voice was a soft mummer, I couldn't tell him why, or even what it was that I couldn't do, because of the consequences. Continuing what was happening would mean, putting myself out on the line and getting nothing in return, but always hopping. If that made me selfish, I guess that's what you could call it. He would have to carry what I have held up inside me, being as broke as he is; he would probably fall under the pressure with no one to help but a struggling me.

"What is that supposed to mean" anger was flooding him; I sensed the sting before it even reached my nerves. Then the memories, the things I had been blocking out came rushing back in a second, becoming clear in my mind. The vivid images of my mother's angry boyfriend flinging me across the room, screaming insults and violent observations, all in my fit about my mother's "whore life" as he had called it. I stepped away from Jace turning to him, sure of the vulnerable look on my face from the sight of his guilt. He grew calm, releasing his fists from there death grip at his sides. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean" he trailed off his tone weak.

"Just go please" I begged. He stood there confused for a moment, then grabbing for the door handle and swinging it open and slamming it closed behind him.

Ok so its been a while since i uploaded something, for that i apologize but i have been a bit busy. i hope you enjoyed to chapter, and i will hope you review, rate, do what ever it is you do. have a nice day!

-The Black Tattoo