Alone with you Chapter 10
" Because when I'm with you, I'm me."
She sat there, just being there as my words sunk in. Her mouth opened, Then close as she struggled fighting for something to say. Suddenly her eyes closed, shutting down my connection to her soul, locking me away. When they reappeared before me, I saw something amazing, I saw a trust I had only seen from her few times. Then her lips moved, "Your uncle loved you, he knew you for who you are, and no matter what he told you about love, I swear he loved you" how would she know?
"What do you know about what he told me, how much did he tell you." if she was surprised I asked, she certainly didn't show it.
"Everything I think, he told me about the the night he came into room, the first time you dreamed of your parents death, and what he whispered in your ear." she let out a breath. " He regretted it. He told me over and over that he wished he could tell you something different"
"What else did he tell you about me" I smirked at her, it sounded like I was curious, but I really just wanted to change the subject.
"Well he told me about your freakishly clean habits, and how you haven't slept passed dawn since you were eleven. He also liked to tell me about this look you get when you fight, he said I make a similar face when I paint, one of determination.", I watched her smile and laugh as she talked, thinking back to a memory.
"He always wanted a daughter, I'm glad he had one when I wouldn't be here for him, I should have been here." there was almost no cover to the guilt I felt, but it wasn't like she didn't know I felt guilty.
"I was just someone to talk too, he didn't think that highly of me." , she nibbled on her bitten lip
"I'm sure he did, any father would be lucky to have you as a daughter" I watched her body tense as she turned away from me, a look of pain passing over her face as she did so. She tried to hide it from me, but she couldn't, I saw it.
We sat in silence, eating our food. I couldn't get her reaction out of my
head, I felt as though I had said something wrong, but I didn't see a connection with the words.
"Jace, do you think you could take me home" I looked over at her, her gaze still set on the view before us.
"Sure" i replied without hesitation.
I drove her home all the while struggling to concentrate with her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. When we pulled up into her driveway I watched her get off the bike, her helmet now off and in her hands. I took off my helmet and met her eyes as she spoke, "Jace, you don't know me, I haven't told you anything about myself, but you still tell me very personal things. Why?" she was clearly nervous to ask.
"Because I'm ready to tell someone, I don't need anything in return, i could live without knowing if I had to", she nibbled on her bitten lip staring down at me as I just sat there, watching her for a response, she gave acceptance. "Can I see you tomorrow, Clary?" I asked gently.
"Sure, just come over, I will probably be home all day" she said as she crossed her arms over her chest and took a step away from the bike, giving my enough room to pull out.
"I will see you soon" I whispered lightly as I pulled my helmet over my head and drove off. leaving Clary standing in her Driveway, staring after me.
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"Hey, is Alec here?" I ask to the bartender who now took over Alec's regular day shift.
"No, sorry man" he responded
"Do you know where I can find him?"
He shook his head, "All I know is that he went to see his sister an her fiance, nothing about where they went"
"Do you have a number I can call him on, I have something really important to ask him"
"Sure man" be reached for his pad an paper and wrote down a number.
"Thank you" I dropped a twenty onto the bar as I took the number from him . I walked out into the empty parking lot and dialed the number with my cell.
It rang a few times before Alec's voice came through the device "Hello?"
"Hey" I smirked knowing he had no idea who was calling.
"Who's this?" he asked.
"Jace, your god"
"Jace, how the hell did you get my number?" I heard a female voice in the background mumble something that I couldn't quite make out.
"Your bartender hooked me up"
"Well whatever it is you need, it will have to wait. I'm with my sister, you know the one who threatened to rip off you testicles in high school." I tried to remember her name, smirking to myself as it popped into my head.
"Oh Izzy? Ask her if she missed her favorite gym partner"
"By the look on her face Jace, I can assure you, she didn't miss you. Just tell me what it is you need, before she rips me to shreds to find your whereabouts"
"Tell that fucking pervert-" the rest of her words were muffled and I couldn't help but chuckle. Isabelle Lightwood always made me laugh, mostly because she was so fun to tease.
But then I remembered why I was calling, and my mission was brought to light once again. "Alec, I need to know about the bruise to saw on Clary back then"
"What about it, it was just a bruise that looked a lot like a hand print."
"I know, but I want to know how big the bruise was, did it look like the size of a woman's hand, or a mans."
The other end of the phone was silent for a second. "Jace, if I remember right, it was defiantly a man or a woman with freakisly big hands who made that bruise" my heart stopped, I had hoped I would be wrong, but my hunch was correct. "Jace, you alright?"
"I'm fine, thanks for the help Alec, tell Isabelle I'm sorry for being such an ass and congratulations on being engaged. I have to go. " I hung up before he could respond.
Was it true, was Clary abused by her father and her mother?
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I sat on the couch in my living room, drowning down a bottle of vodka as I tried to push away the memories of him. The memories of his snear, his horrifying laugh, his fisted hands as he beat me over and over. I took another swig from the bottle, than remembering the first time he came into my room.
I stood up abruptly from the couch, stumbling, with the bottle tightly gripped in my hand. I stared down at the couch remembering how many times he had done this how many times had he sat around wallowing with a drink in his hand till there was nothing left? I was just like him, I just didn't have anyone to abuse.
I turned and swung the bottle into the wall, listening as it shattered and fell to the floor. Cursing under my breath I lost my footing and stumbled to the floor to my knees ,the world lost to me. I just pushed it all away, everything and everyone. I lost my balance and my hands went shot in front of me to stop me from falling face first. Glass cut into my hands digging under the skin as my weight pressed down on the fragments. I didn't move, I just let the pain punish me, let it take me away as a warm substance filled my touch.
Day Two
I knocked on Clary's door around one in the afternoon. As time passed no red head had appeared before me. Her car was here, so she had to be. I tried calling her but she wouldn't answer, so I opened the unlocked door and walked in calling her name "Clary, you here?"
I turned into the living room to find a sight, I never thought I would see from Clary. There was glass scattered all over the room, the stink of liguor, smeared blood painted to the wooden planks, and Clary lying on the floor next to the couch half covered in a blanket half exposing a half naked chest. I noticed her white shirt across the room with bloody hand prints covering it.
I rushed over to Clary, shaking her shoulder, she reeked of alcohol. She opened her eyes, slight tears rimming her red eyes, there was pain all over her face. "Where are you hurt?" from beneath the blanket her hands moved out to be seen, the palms were covered in deep cuts, glass still shining in her skin in some places. I let out a sigh and met Clary's glance again, "Just relax, I'll take care of it". I reached over her and pushed the blanket off and snaked my right arm under her jean covered knees and my left just below her arms, angling my hand to grip her shoulder opposite of the one closest to me. I stood up bringing her body up into mine.
I walked out of the living room and further down the hallway till I found a bathroom. It was small with just a shower, sink, cabinet and toilet. I set Clary down beside the toilet, under a window and went for the cabinet. Inside was a variety of things, I found some Advil, polysporin, wrappings and a cloth. I turned to Clary "I'll be right back" and left for a glass of water, when I came back Clary was vomiting violently into the toilet. I ran over to her, setting down the glass and placing my hands into Clary's sides, moving them to rub her back as she started to settle.
"I'm sorry" she said as she leaned back, tears streaming down her face.
"You have nothing to be sorry for" I stood up grabbing the glass and Advil, then handing them to her. I ducked over to the sink wetting the cloth under the tab and kneeling back down before Clary as she set down the glass.
I reached for her hands, getting her to hold them out in front of me. I dabbed away the dried blood and leftover glass of one hand, then doing the same to her other. I reached for the polysporin, and rubbed some of the contents onto her cuts, soothing them. Finally I wrapped each hand in the wrappings, all while she sat there in silence.
I carried her into a dreadfully messy bedroom with papers, sketch pads and clothes encasing the floor, the bed looked like it hadn't been used in a month. I walked to the bed and placed Clary down onto the bed, pulling the sheets out and laying them atop her body. "You don't have to do this" she whispered relaxing into the mattress.
"Don't worry about it, just get some rest." I tucked her into the blankets, avoiding her eyes as they watched me. "I'm going to wait for you in your living room", i sat on the edge of the bed turning my body towards her and kissing the top of her head. I stood up and walked out the door.
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