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CHAPTER 13: ANGER MANAGEMENT

CPOV

Clary shot up out of the bed. The pain in her back was gone now, replaced by the shock of Jocelyn being here.

Jocelyn was not the way Clary had imagined her to be.

Yes, she was perfectly fine and healthy. Her hair was tied up into a tight ponytail, and she was wearing shadowhunter gear, making her look the opposite of what Clary had imagined her mother to be: badass.

But she also looked horrified.

"M-mom?" Clary gasped, taking a step towards her mother.

Immediately, Jace stood up, his hand at his weapons belt. His eyes suspicious.

He was probably contemplating whether or not if Jocelyn was dangerous or not.

But Clary put a hand on his arm, making him relax momentarily.

"What are you wearing, Clary?! What are you even doing here?" Jocelyn demanded, worry lacing her elegant features.

Clary looked down at her gear.

"I was saving your ass, mom! I even got hurt in the process! And, I'm wearing what I was supposed to wear all my life!" Clary snapped, suddenly angry.

Clary ddidn't know where the words had come from. They'd just flowed from her mouth. As if someone else had possessed her and made her change into a completely different person. She didn't sound like her normal self, but she didn't care right now.

All she felt was anger and betrayal towards her mother.

Though she did feel a slight pang of guilt when her mother took a step back.

"Why did you lie to me, mom?" Clary demanded.

"T-to protect you!" Jocelyn said.

"But it wasn't your choice to keep the Shadow World away from me! It was mine! You may not of wanted me to grow up in it, but I do! This was supposed to be my life, and you had to rip it away from me so you could "get away from the Shadow World". And why the hell did you take my memories away from me?!" Clary yelled, furious now.

"I'm sorry! I had to get away from Valentine or else he would of turned you into a monster too!" Jocelyn yelled back.

Clary went silent for a moment. While Jace toom that moment to leave.

Then she said; "Why did you never tell me I had a brother? Why lie to me about that?!"

"Because you'd ask me questions. Want to know how he died. Know more about him," replied Jocelyn.

"And you could of said you'd gotten an abortion, or he'd died at child birth," Claty said.

"Then you'll probably ask me why I got an abortion!" Jocelyn said, frustration evident in her features.

"Then why did you lie to me?!" Clary exploded.

"Because I didn't want Valentine looking for you! Because I didn't want you to be turned into a monster! And because I didn't want the Clave to strip me of my Marks and take yoh away from me when you were born!" Jocelyn snapped.

Clary had tears in her eyes now.

"You took my life away!" She said.

And ran out thedoor.

IPOV

Isabelle heard voices in the Infirmary, and knew without a doubt that Clary and Jocelyn were arguing.

She would be too if she was Clary.

She heard the doors open and close as she walked past the infirmary doors to the room she aas staying in.

She didn't have to turn around to know it was Jace.

As she rooted through her bags for the wooden toy soldier that had belonged to Max, she thought she heard something light land behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder.

Nothing was there.

She found Max's toy soldier and sat down on the bed, staring at it.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She shouldn't have lowered her guard around Sebastian. She should have listened to Max when he said he'd seen a figure climbing up one of the towers.

She should of stayed with him. Protected him.

But she didn't.

Now Clary would never get to bring himcto Forbidden Planet. Or Isabelle would never be able to see him with his nerdy glasses and comic books.

After a couple minutes of silence, she put down the wooden toy, and stood up, only to knock a folded piece of paper on the floor.

Frowning at it, she picked it up.

I'm coming for her.

Isabelle dashed into the kitchen, where Jace and Clary now were.

"Clary, I need to talk to you!" Isabelle said.

Without knowing it, Clary flinched away from Izzy.

Izzy frowned in confusion.

"I'm not really in the mood for talking, Isabelle," Clary said flatly.

Desperate, Izzy turned to Jace, who was looking at her with concern.

"Read it!" Isabelle said, handing the note to Jace.

Silently, he read it, his face becoming pale.

Suddenly, Clary collapsed.

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