City of Tears chapter 7
Sorry for the long wait :) Enjoy!
Again, the chapters are not going to be very long as each chapter was written in about 2 pages.
13 years later ... Clarise's POV
I sat in my room in the institute staring up at the ceiling as I waited impatiently. I was to be called over to the training room and be taught the basics of shadowhunting skills at about 20 minutes from now. At the age of 13, I had begun to train, but it's only been a couple years. That meant I still couldn't go demon hunting with anyone. Occasionally, I would get one of them to cave, mainly uncle Alec, and he would secretly go on short little missions with me. I only got in a couple weak swings everytime and the demon would be defeated, courtesy of uncle Alec. Still, it was better than laying couped up in my room.
My life was confusing, but who's weren't. Questions appeared in my head a mile a minute every second I got alone. I didn't even know who my dad was. I figured he was some dude who knocked up my mom and disappeared leaving her to fend for herself. When I was nine, I had tried to find out who he was. Guilt rushed through me after I had asked the question. Everyone stopped in their tracks and stared at me with looks of shock and sadness. Sad looks were shot at my mom and she gazed over at me, eyes filled with unshed tears. I guess the looks they had been giving her were looks of pity.
I immediately muttered a "never mind" and never spoke of it again, but it was always on my mind. I guessed she was still hung up on him even though he left. She had never dated anyone else, which I found quite odd.
I sat up and moved from my previous position on the bed to sit in front of the large mirror (a gift from aunt Izzy). I studied myself closely. Other than my emerald green eyes, I looked nothing like my mom. I had long blonde hair, that was far from my mom's fiery red locks, which meant it belonged to my dad. I will admit, I am a bit curious to who he is though. But I wouldn't voice it, because he was the stupid bastard that left my mom and hurt her.
10 minutes later xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
The institute elevators chimed, interrupting my thought process. I wandered to the kitchen and greeted aunt Izzy. "Where's mom?" I asked.
"Here," mom said, coming into the kitchen with quiet footsteps. " How was your day?" She asked with a motherly smile.
"Boring," I answered, rolling my eyes. My mom's eyes were glassy with unshed tears meaning she was probably thinking about my dad again. I walked out of the room. Instead of going to my room like they expected, I went into the next room and put my ear up against the wall. All I heard at first was faint murmering and mom sobbing quietly. I was curious about what was going on.
"You have to get over Jace," Izzy said. That was the first full sentence I heard. Jace? So that was his name.
"There's still hope. He might still wake up." mom mumbled and stepped out of the room. I quickly stepped away from the wall and hid in case she came in.
Instead, she went into the infirmiry, which I followed her to. I had never given much thought to why she went in every day and came out with dried tears and a sad expression. It was almost impossible to stay quiet with teh curiousity burning inside me. I stood by the doorway, staring at the sight in front of me. Mom had taken the man on the white infirmiry bed's hand in hers and was staring at him with love. It looked so intimate and private that my instinct was to look away. I didn't oblige and kept my eyes on him. I wondered who he was. He had slightly curled blonde hair and long lashes that casted shadows over his cheekbones. He had golden tan skin that stretched over layers on lean muscle. There was a glow to his skin that seemed to hover above his being. Wait, blonde hair? I looked down at my own blonde locks. Was he my long lost brother or something? I gasped. Mom turned to me, her eyes red with shock, her mouth slightly dropped open.
"Who- Who is he?" I managed to say.
She took a long breath before saying, "He's your father."
Update date : 7/21/12
