"I hate this anime. All they do is have sex and talk in Chinese," I say after a while of watching the little figures run across the screen.
"It's Japanese," Simon corrects.
I roll my eyes and hold my hands up in mock surrender, "Cuff me." I then snatch the remote, despite Simon's protest. I turn the channel quickly and then throw it back at him. Simon looks to see what I turned on and raises and eye brow.
"Sponge Bob?" I shrug, "Your never to old for Sponge Bob." He laughs and sets the remote down, thankfully not changing it back. And then I catch site of the time. 1:30.
"Simon," I say panicking. "Are you okay?" Simon asks, his eyes looking me up and down for the amputated limb I guess he thought had shown up in the last few seconds. "Its 1:30!" He waits a moment to see if I was gonna continue. "And?" he finally ask.
"And," I say not believing he wasnt seeing the problem. "My mom cant see me like this!" I indicate the bruises covering my body. The anger from earlier was returning, I could see it.
"And what would you like me to do about it? Wave my magic wand and. Wait a second I dont have a magic wand." I glance nervously at the clock, 1:34.
"Can you just take me to the bathroom please?" "Why?" he says probably confused at the apparent sudden change of subject.
"I already told you why!" Simon sighs exasperatly, "Fine," he lifts me from the couch and takes me to the bathroom, setting me down on the closed toilet seat. "But I dont know what g-"
I had pulled out the make up I kept under the sink, and started dabbing concealer every where it needed.
"Oh," Simon whispers. I take a deep breath, "Just keep it together please, when my mom gets here." He shrugs, putting on an unconcerned facade. "Im fine Clary."
"Good, stay that way."
When I was done, I put my arms up like a toddler who wanted to be... carried. Despite himself, Simon cracked a grin and let me wrap my arms and legs around him.
I really did feel like a toddler this way, only magnified by how short I was. We continued to watch Sponge Bob after that, at least I did. I dont think Simon was paying attention.
Around two I hear a key jiggling in the door and put the TV on mute.
My mom comes holding about ten bags of groceries in her arms. I feel guilty, "Oh Mom, I could of helped you with that."
She shakes her head at the same time Simon does, "Your hurt Clary. Its fine. Simon, do you mind coming and helping me with the last few?"
Simon smiles, "Not at all Mrs. Garroway." He removes my feet from his lap, and joins my mom in getting how ever many more groceries my mom has gotten.
She doesnt like going to the grocery store, so when she does go she gets alot of stuff.
I felt kinda useless, and tried fluffing the pillows and setting them up right on the couch. "What are you doing Clary?" Simon's voice comes from the door way.
I drop the pillow I was holding and lean back on the couch, "Nothing." He shakes his head, and sets his armful of groceries on the table.
"Hey Clary?" Mom says from the door way. You've got to be kidding me. "Look what I got you." Crutches. She got me Crutches.
"I thought if you and Simon still wanted to go, you could use these." Not that I really wanted to be seen in public with these, but that wasnt a bad idea.
"Thanks Mom," I say cheerfully. She nods and then comes and sits by me. "Look before you go, I just want to let you know.." she seemed to be having a hard time spitting it out.
"You wanted to let me know what?"
"We're going to be staying at Luke's farm house for a little while soon." "Oh," I say nervously. "For how long?"
"For.. for the rest of the Summer." "What?" I scream standing up and completely forgetting about my ankle.
I fall over but before I fall Simon, who I hadnt seen had come to stand beside me, caught me. "Thanks," I mutter to which his only reply is a curt nod.
"Sweetie, its only a few more weeks and.." "But I have art classes and Simon. And we were going to plan a end of Summer party!"
"Ill pay you back for the art classes. And youll see Simon when you get back. As for the party, youll live with out it."
Something about the way she said that made a part of me a little weary, but I didnt dwell on it.
"Im not going." Anger flashes in my Mom's eyes. "You will do what ever I tell you to do, I am your mother."
"Not this. Simon let's go." I started crutching, or hopping?, to the door. Simon uncomfortably followed, "Bye Mrs. Garroway," he calls before I slam the door between us.