Hai y'all sorry for the long ass wait time. Life's been hard lately but I'm back now and you can expect more regular updates hopefully from here on out. I got asked 2 questions that I thought were important so I decided to answer them here.

1~ How old are Alec and Magnus in this? Alec is 22 and Magnus is 24. (They have to be old enough to drink lmao)

2~ How do blind people deal with sexual relationships? You'll find out … eventually.

On that interesting note. Happy trails my lovely Readers & Reviewers!

~L.C

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I had 118 steps back to my apartment but I wasn't in any rush. It had to be around 12:45 o'clock at night and I was still meandering around New York. It wasn't my finest moment of intellectual prowess but damn it! I needed to think.

I had left Magnus's at around 10:30 with a lot of lingering tender kisses on abused, slightly chapped lips and hushed promises of seeing each other tomorrow. It was amazing and I felt honestly and truly happy for once. I had always felt happier around Magnus than I had since the accident but I always felt remorse that I couldn't see his ridiculously sparkly outfits or see his smile. When I kissed him I didn't need to see any of it. I had felt it and that knowledge wasn't doing wonders for my concentration on getting home.

54 steps left. I finally had gotten into the rhythm and monotony of step count step and I wasn't straining to remember the directions anymore. The next 25 steps were the worst. I didn't exactly live in the worst part of town but it wasn't smart to be out here alone at such a late time. The guitar case on my back started beating against my thighs and Jacob had to jog to keep up with my hurried pace. Only 29 more steps to the front door and 18 more to my tiny home.

I was being careless when I smacked into the back of someone. We tumbled to the rough concrete and my guitar made a gut wrenching sound. At the least I had knocked it out of tune and the worst I had possibly screwed with the actual instrument. I started mumbling apologies as I got up but a hand tugged at my shirt back down to the concrete.

"Oh ill make you sorry. What the fuck do you think you're doing knocking me down." The man had to be taller than me because now that we were standing I had to stand on my tiptoes to keep up with his hand on my shirt. My brain was screaming trying to process everything. Usually they don't get so mad what was going on. His voice had a slight accent not exactly New York but not exactly anything else. Suddenly my thoughts were scrambled as the man roughly shook me. "LOOK AT ME!" He screamed in my ear and all I could do was mumble out an "I can't" His breath definitely was tinted with alcohol, cigarettes and something spicier than both.

"What the fuck do you mean you can't? " He shook me again then slowly started dragging me back. I screamed for all I was worth but a dirt caked hand covered my mouth in seconds. "No funny business alright I want to handle you myself with no interruptions." My brain was slowly realizing that I wasn't going to get off with a few pushes and shoves. I had to do something but what?

"Jacob aiutami" My voice came out as a cracked whisper but my best friend loyal as ever jumped in at the small word in Italian. I felt a rush of warmth pass my and the man let out a hoarse cry. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but his fist met my cheek and i was knocked to the ground. A whimper erupted from a few feet away and i felt my heart wrench. I had to move.

"Jacob molto" I started to run. My face ached but i kept moving my feet i only had 21 steps left to the door. At around 5 I fell to the ground after being tackled. I turned up to face whoever was on me but i had a pretty good guess. I swung and felt a satisfied when i connected. The whoosh of alcohol and cigarettes assured me it was the same man like a signature. Before i had time to get another good blow in a dirt caked hand connected with first my face and then my stomach in a repetition of rib cracking punches. I wasn't going to just sit here so i kicked my legs up landing a square kick in his nether regions but it did as much to anger him as it did to impede him. In a spare moment between the punches that followed I realized how eerily similar this was to when I was introduced to the darkness. I almost laughed at how it seemd my life planned to repeat itself. My old history teacher used to say about how the only differences between gods and humans was the fact that gods were unoriginal and their history always repeated. Maybe i was really the god MAgnus had made me out to be.

Exactly like last time i was ridiculously close to help but unable to get it. Like last time i was just laying here unable to do anything. Like last time my attacker ran away first.

"Ha not so big now you stupid motherfucker. Watch were your going next time." I heard the reseeding foot steps and tried to breath in. I definitely had a few fractured rips but what was wrong deeper inside me.. i had no idea. I needed to get to Jace .. but how?

Slowly i dragged my bloodied and broken body off the sidewalk and hobbled the last 5 steps to the front door. The next 18 steps were painful but I kept walking. Jace would help. Jace would know what to do. He always did.

The kncok on the door sounded like a gun shot to my overly sensitive ears and i cowered from the sound. God when had i become such a sniveling idiot. I wasn't going to stand here and shy from a knock I created. I was going to be fine. I had to be fine.

The door swung out from my fingers and I stumbled into Jace on the other sid of the doorway.

"Dear god Alec what happened? Wheres Jacob?" The concern on Jace's voice was evident and i could almost imagine his beautiful features twisted into a pained look.

"I was attacked. I don't know he should have followed me. I'm fine really I am." Then the clouds in my brain closed off everything. I couldn't feel, smell, or taste anything but blood and I collapsed to the floor.