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A Day Later

Julian's POV

"What are we having for breakfast?" I ask my half-sister, Helen. A.K.A, my guardian since my parents have died. Not only did my parents die, but so did Emma's. Both of our parents were in a car together riding when a drunk driver slammed into their car, killing all of them.

"I don't know, why don't you make food for once." she snarls at me, just like any sister would. I scrunch up my face, her time of month though, so I can't get too mad.

"Okay," I drawl out the 'y', "Do you want pancakes or something?" I ask, sitting next to her on the couch, she flips the channel over to some documentary.

"You're the one who's hungry, I'm not." she says, ugh, she's so annoying. I go down the hall and to my left, into my room. Maybe Emma is awake, I'll text her. We are now dating, ever since that game, but in private. Her guardian, Jem, doesn't allow her dating yet and Helen would kill me if she found out I was dating.

Good Morning sunshine :) I send over to Emma, she texts back within the minute.

Morning, do u want breakfast with Jem and I? She asks, well, I was hungry and I would spend any time with her that I could.

Yea, I'll be over. 5 mins. She read the message with no reply, that was alright though. I put my phone into my jean pocket and pull on a red sweater over my top. I walk out of my room, wave goodbye to Helen and make my way to Emma's by foot.

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"Good morning Julian, Emma is in her room." Jem says, ushering me inside with the wave of a hand. Jem surprisingly doesn't care if I were to go into Emma's room with the door shut, we are so close he doesn't think we'll do anything 'bad'. I make my way down to Emma's room, she smiles when she see's me, I close the door behind me.

"Hey," I greet her with a big smile, wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her gently. She does something I didn't think she would, she brings her tongue slightly over my top lip. I draw back and looked at her with raised eyebrows, she laughs gently and hugs me with her head laid on my shoulder.

"I love you, Julian Blackthorn." she sighs, I kiss the top of her head. "Over 6 billion people in this world and I choose you and I wouldn't give you up for the world." Awe, that was sweet and melted my heart, and I feel the exact same way with her.

"The first time I met you I knew it was true, that'd I'd love you forever. And that's what I'll do." I squeeze her close and meant every word I said. "I love you too, Emma Carstairs."

Isabelles POV

I came back around to Simon yesterday, he hugged me the whole day and told me how much he loved me. I'd missed him so much, I'm still a little paranoid around boys, especially Simon. Tessa and Clary should be knocking on my door soon, they are helping me the most with this and are bringing me over to my new counselor.

"You ready?" Simon asks gently, I inhale heavily. I mean, I want to see her and love Simon and all the other boys like I used to but, the last thing I want to do is talk about it. Re-living it over and over again.

"Sorta." I say shakily, I wore a dark blue blouse and dark jeans with some 4 inch black strap heels. I rub my bump, I really I hope I didn't do anything to the baby. Simon would hate me, then maybe rape me over and over again to try and get me pregnant again.

"Can I hug you." he says timidly, I hesitate before I hug him. He doesn't hold me close or tight, afraid to scare me off. I hug him a little tight, telling him that it was okay. But not too tight to show him I'm still hesitant. A knock comes from my door, I back out.

"I love you Isabelle, so goddamned much. Your safety and the babies is all I care about. If you and the baby are happy and healthy that's all I care about." he plants a quick kiss on my forehead before opening the door. Tessa stood there in a white shirt tucked into high waisted black jeans and the same heels as me. Her hair free flowing down her shoulders.

Clary, on the other hand, wore a flowy dark purple long sleeve and some shorts that came down to lower thigh paired with black Vans. We all have such different styles but that's just what makes us, us.

"You ready Isabelle?" Tessa asks, fiddling with her fingers. I lace mine and walk out with them. I glance back briefly before Simon closes the door, he didn't see me do it, and I could see the twinge splurged over his face.

"I'm scared." I admit, Tessa and Clary look at each other in an exchange of eyes. I go in the back seat, Clary sits in the passenger side and Tessa drives. "It'll be okay Iz, just tell her everything you're feeling." Like that'll be easy. We arrive shortly, after grabbing a quick bite to eat at McDonalds. Tessa and Clary said they would be here in an hour when my session is over to pick me up, I am so glad I have them.

I go into this foreign place, dark burgundy walls, brown carpet, and low dim lighting. For a place like this you thought they'd make it more welcoming. As I wait a few minutes, scrolling through my phone to pass time, I hear my name get called. 1 hour a day for 3 days a week, Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's.

"Hello," I walk up to the stand to check in. She was very neat with her papers and all the things at her desk. She must have been Filipino with dark dreads down a little below her chest, hazel eyes and wore a white outfit I assumed was her working outfit. "Isabelle Lightwood?"

"That's me." she gives me a quick tight smile. "You are scheduled with Dr. Penelope Wright for 1 hour today, is this correct?"

"Yes."

"Alrighty, so, when you open this door to my left there will be a hallway. Walk all the way down until you meet the wall, then- I can't remember which side it's on," she ponders momentarily, "you'll find it, there are two doors at the end on each side and one of those has her name on it."

"Oh okay, thank you." I say, grab my things and walk out that way. I found her pretty easily, I walked in, sat down and exhaled a little louder than intended. Dr. Penelope Wright just by her looks, looked sweet. She has golden blonde hair down to her shoulders, big bright blue eyes with rosy skin. She was tall and slender, even muscular, but something was so opening about her I already felt comfortable around her. Maybe it was her smile, that award winning smile with bright white teeth.

I informed her with everything that was going on, which took 30 minutes itself, maybe longer. I expected it to be so hard talking about it, and at first it was, it was kind of uncomfortable. But then, you get lost in your own words and what your saying, it just flows out of you quicker than you would think, almost as if my body was forcing it out of me and made me talk fast.

"So, what do you think might be causing this trigger of a dream with you and your partner?" she asked, this whole time she has been so respectful and kind. I couldn't tell if I hit the jackpot with the right therapist or they were all like this.

"I-I don't know. And that's what partly scares me. Well, as I told you, I have a baby. And with the running I did I am not sure if I damaged the baby or not, and that itself is pushing me away from him." Not until after I said that I realized, I avoided the question.

"I am sorry to say that that is out of my reach, those concerns are for a doctor. I am here for your situation with you and your partner. I have a friend whom is a doctor and can help you out with these things, but once you get any information tell me right away." she was straight forward with it but still came off sweet and gentle to it.

"I am also sorry to say, that our session will be ending in just about 2 more minutes." Time has flown by that fast already But in a way, it was nice to let all the information come out once to someone so opening. I kinda- sort of not a for sure yet, feel a little bit better.

I am so sorry, my best friend's little sister got in a car accident and was sent to the hospital, she wanted me there to comfort her. Her sister is 9 years old and got a bad head injury similar to a concussion and her whole left side of her body but cut 's doing slightly better, they are helping her mostly with her head, thankfully she has no memory loss. Her cuts of her are being dealt with not as much but still worked on, poor thing needs 18 stitches in her elbow. So, with that being said, I am sorry to say I won't be as active as I like to be this week and part of next week. I will try and touch base and upload chapters if I can, it's hard right now to find some time to actually write. But, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review. Byeee ;*