Scarred for Life

Chapter 27

Clary P.O.V

I woke up the next morning with the sun shining directly into my eyes. I looked to my right and saw that I hadn't shut my curtains the night before. That was strange, considering it was part of my nightly routine.

What happened last night?

It was that question that seemed to set off a sort-of chain reacton. Memories from last night came flooding back to her all at once, momentarily paralyzing her. She saw Luke, his blood spilling over her hands. She saw Jonathan, struggling to unbutton her jeans. Most importantly, she saw Jace, her knight in shining armor, protecting her when she failed to protect herself.

If it weren't for Jace, Jonathan would've- he would have raped me. Out of the millions of brothers out there, why did I have to get the one that believes in incest?

No matter how hard I tried to hold back the tears they just started falling. After years of dry eyes, I let myself have my few moments of weakness.

Get it together Clary, no one can see you like this. You have 10 seconds, and then you'll be strong again. You have to stay strong.

10… 9… 8…

The tears stopped falling.

7… 6… 5…

I wiped the tear streaks off my face.

4… 3… 2…

I walked over to the door, taking a deep breath.

1…

I flung the door open and walked out, ready to face my train-wreck of a life head-on.

.o.O.o.

2 weeks later

I was in the training room finishing up my workout. I was currently taking out my growing frustration on the helpless little punching bag in the corner.

For two weeks, I've had to see Kaelie molest Jace in basically every room in the Institute. It seems as though she's at the Institute more than Robert and Maryse are. Whenever I walk into the same room that they're in, Kaelie immediately jumps on top of Jace's lap and starts groping him. Every time she does Jace seems annoyed, but makes no move to remove her.

Also, Isabelle refuses to even be in the same room as me. I know it was a dick move for me to leave without telling her, especially after we've became such good friends, but I've never felt so alone. On top of it all Alec can't stop glaring at me. His blue eyes pierce my soul, trying to decide if he can murder me yet.

Through all of this, Magnus just stands next to Alec with a confused, yet gleeful expression on his face. I think out of everyone, he's the one that understands why I've done the things I've done the most, and in turn I can understand why he won't step forward and help me. Alec will feel like he's being betrayed by Magnus. I know Magnus loves his boyfriend too much to jeopardize their relationship and I would never want to put him in that position.

So for now, I'm completely alone.

With a final grunt and hard kick, I break the punching bag off its chain and send it flying into the wall two feet behind it. I head over to a bench and pick up a towel, wiping off the sweat that was steadily trickling down my face. I hear a low whistle and look towards the door.

There, in all his glittery glory, is Magnus. "Did you do that?" He points towards the punching bag and I nod. "I'm impressed."

I raise my eyebrows, allowing some bitterness to slip into my voice. "Ya, well I have a lot of issues that I need to deal with and punching stuff always helps."

Magnus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, a tired gesture. "Why do you do this Clary? You always slip into this rude, sarcastic shell when you're upset. Even though you do have plenty of reasons to hate your life, I kind of understand where you're coming from. I just want to know why?"

"How do you know that this bitchy girl isn't who I really am? The cutesy, sweet little Rebecca Fray died the moment Luke did!" My voice got softer and I looked down at my shoes. "She can never come back."

The room became silent after my little outburst. It was so quiet that I was scared Magnus had actually left. Then I felt hands on my shoulders, pulling me towards him. He enveloped me in his warm, brotherly arms and for the first time in 2 week, I didn't feel alone.

"First of all, you get angry very easily. It must be the fact that you're a red-head. They're always the feistiest. Second of all, you listen to me, Clary. I know that you are a great person, despite what anyone else may think. I know that you have had more burdens than the Angel's themselves."

I pulled back, not sure where this was going. "What do you mean 'you know'?"

If I didn't know any better, I would say that Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, looked guilty. "Well, you know when you were fighting all those Greater Demons and you passed out?" I nodded my head in confirmation. "Ummm, I might have looked through your memories to make sure I didn't have to kill you."

I felt my eyes start to widen in panic, but I forced myself to keep up a good poker face. "What memories did you see, Magnus?"

"All of them."

With those three words, I felt all my hard work be destroyed. If he's seen all my memories, then that means that he's seen the one secret that I've devoted my life to trying to hide. I'd hidden it so well, that only two people know.

In an instant, Magnus was thrown back against the wall, one of my hands pressing lightly on his throat and my other hand pinning his wrists. To an outsider, the sight was probably comical- a tiny little red-head restraining a 6 foot tall warlock.

"You can't tell anyone, Magnus! I swore an oath under Heaven, it can't be broken!"

Magnus tsked, the rhinestones on his eyelids twinkling as he shook his head back and forth. "Don't get your panties in a wad, Clarissa. You can't tell anyone. I on the other hand, can tell anyone I want!"

I glared at him, doing my best to scare the shit out him with my eyes. "Keep your mouth shut! No one can know, especially him."

Magnus' eyes glinted with amusement. "Aww come on, Clare-Bear. You don't want your Jacey-kins to know that you didn't actually murder his daddy?"

I know that it's been three weeks but in my defense, I am super busy! Everyone's preparing for high school softball so that means Open Field, Weights and Conditioning, Softball practices and tournaments, PLUS I have work. Honestly, it sucks! No more excuses, I'll just do my best to update more frequently.

I owe the idea of Michael Wayland still being alive to Serenity Shadowstar. How's that for a dramatic plot twist? ;)

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~ByTheAngel99