p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="500d18030e7b40ae20988eaf83c8b5c2"span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bold;"C.P.O.V/span/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="5a3a632d10ab83e601201111fb5ea69e"After 1 hour of dear old dad yelling at me and cursing at Sebastian, we reached our "family" home in Texas. I was shoved in the dirty house, where trash was thrown everywhere. I knew I could hold out, because Jace and the others were coming with a whole squad of police. It would take a day and a half for them to get there, because we had an unfortunate head start on them. I also knew no police would help here because Valentine had influence over them. Yep, Valentine used to be the Texas Police Chief. No one in this town believed he could do no wrong. Which was well, true, for a period of time. 4 years after I had been born, Valentine had been shot in the line of action. He recovered, but now was forced to bring a cane with him almost everywhere, which was why he stayed on the couch all the time after the accident. He left the force for a year, only not to come back because his coworkers thought it was best. I think that was the factor that finally made him snap into a terrible person that was hiding inside of him. I was forced into my old room. "I kept everything the same from when you left" Valentine said. I gulped, and looked around, to confirm what he said was true. He exited the room, where Sebastian came to take his place. "Nice little stunt you pulled back there at the gas station" he said, grasping my wrist. I stared back at him, not willing to show the pain I was feeling. "Only makes me like you more" he whispered in my ear. I backed away from him, but the trash on the floor made me trip and fall. He inched forward. "Why are you like this" I snarled. "Well, unlike you, I don't have parents that love me." "Parent" I corrected. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door, but I could still see his feet outside the door. Great. I went through my drawers looking for clothes that I left behind. I grabbed a tee shirt and sweatpants and changed quickly. I walked around my room, taking in the sight I never thought I would see again. This could easily be a hotel room. There were no pictures, or any objects that suggested a non itinerant person could live here. I walked into my small closet, where I used to hide. From the outside, it looked like a normal closet, but on the inside it was my safe haven. It was where I would go after Valentine would yell or I had a terrible day at school. This is where all my personal things were stored, in a hidden shoebox. When my mom and I had left this god awful place, I had grabbed about a half of the things in there. I pulled out a soccer medal next to a picture of Valentine and I. He had his arm around me and he was smiling. This was before he had lost it. I set the medal and picture down, going through the rest of the remaining items. I found my teddy bear and my middle school graduation award. A tear slipped down my face, landing on the teddy bear's face. I often thought about how different my life could of been if I had a different dad. One that was nice, non-abusive, and happy. But today? Today it was hitting me the worst, like a tidal wave against an unstable house. I felt like I was about to break. Although, before I did, I thought of the good that had come out of my mom and I moving. My mom had met Luke, who was the opposite of Valentine, and she couldn't be happier. I had met Simon, Isabelle, Alec, and Magnus, friends who I learned to trust and who made me laugh. And then, Jace. Jace, who made me feel like I was the only one in the universe while I was in his arms. I got up, put the past in this shoebox away, and sat on my bed. Almost a minute later, a knock came on my door. I wiped my face, although it was already dry from the one tear I had cried. I opened the door, to find . "Hi, " I said while looking at the food he had in his hands. "Call me Hodge" he replied. He entered my room and closed the door. Hodge handed me the food in his hands, and I was happy to find a couple of sandwiches. He sat down on my bed, staring ay his hands. Throughout this whole trip, I still had one question to ask him. "Why?" Hodge looked up in surprise and then realized what I was asking, replied. "I was one of your father's coworkers on the force. He was my partner, and saved my life many times. I owe him a debt I couldn't even begin to explain. Lucian Garroway was also on the force." I looked up in the mention of Luke's name. "What?" "Lucian was on the force, but he moved to New York, and met your mother. He was also so naive and optimistic, such a fool." I glared at him. Luke was not a fool, nor was he naive. "Oh, don't worry, he's not in on our plan, he loves your mother and you too much". "You don't have to owe Valentine anything" I shot back. "That may be true, but if I don't listen to him, he will out me to my son." "Out you?" "He will tell the child I abandoned who I really am, and I don't want that." He saw my curious look. "Like I would tell you" he snorted, exiting the room. Sebastian came to stand in front of it, but not before he shot me a wink. I ate my sandwiches, and slowly, went to sleep. At 5:32 in the morning, I woke up to the sound of footsteps. I pulled the covers over my head, trying to breath less. What if somebody was breaking in? I heard my window creak open, a noise that couldn't be heard unless you were in my room. I saw a figure slowly drop down, and I started shaking from nerves. A head of blonde curls appeared. "Hey Red, miss me?"/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="5a3a632d10ab83e601201111fb5ea69e"After 1 hour of dear old dad yelling at me and cursing at Sebastian, we reached our "family" home in Texas. I was shoved in the dirty house, where trash was thrown everywhere. I knew I could hold out, because Jace and the others were coming with a whole squad of police. It would take a day and a half for them to get there, because we had an unfortunate head start on them. I also knew no police would help here because Valentine had influence over them. Yep, Valentine used to be the Texas Police Chief. No one in this town believed he could do no wrong. Which was well, true, for a period of time. 4 years after I had been born, Valentine had been shot in the line of action. He recovered, but now was forced to bring a cane with him almost everywhere, which was why he stayed on the couch all the time after the accident. He left the force for a year, only not to come back because his coworkers thought it was best. I think that was the factor that finally made him snap into a terrible person that was hiding inside of him. I was forced into my old room. "I kept everything the same from when you left" Valentine said. I gulped, and looked around, to confirm what he said was true. He exited the room, where Sebastian came to take his place. "Nice little stunt you pulled back there at the gas station" he said, grasping my wrist. I stared back at him, not willing to show the pain I was feeling. "Only makes me like you more" he whispered in my ear. I backed away from him, but the trash on the floor made me trip and fall. He inched forward. "Why are you like this" I snarled. "Well, unlike you, I don't have parents that love me." "Parent" I corrected. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door, but I could still see his feet outside the door. Great. I went through my drawers looking for clothes that I left behind. I grabbed a tee shirt and sweatpants and changed quickly. I walked around my room, taking in the sight I never thought I would see again. This could easily be a hotel room. There were no pictures, or any objects that suggested a non itinerant person could live here. I walked into my small closet, where I used to hide. From the outside, it looked like a normal closet, but on the inside it was my safe haven. It was where I would go after Valentine would yell or I had a terrible day at school. This is where all my personal things were stored, in a hidden shoebox. When my mom and I had left this god awful place, I had grabbed about a half of the things in there. I pulled out a soccer medal next to a picture of Valentine and I. He had his arm around me and he was smiling. This was before he had lost it. I set the medal and picture down, going through the rest of the remaining items. I found my teddy bear and my middle school graduation award. A tear slipped down my face, landing on the teddy bear's face. I often thought about how different my life could of been if I had a different dad. One that was nice, non-abusive, and happy. But today? Today it was hitting me the worst, like a tidal wave against an unstable house. I felt like I was about to break. Although, before I did, I thought of the good that had come out of my mom and I moving. My mom had met Luke, who was the opposite of Valentine, and she couldn't be happier. I had met Simon, Isabelle, Alec, and Magnus, friends who I learned to trust and who made me laugh. And then, Jace. Jace, who made me feel like I was the only one in the universe while I was in his arms. I got up, put the past in this shoebox away, and sat on my bed. Almost a minute later, a knock came on my door. I wiped my face, although it was already dry from the one tear I had cried. I opened the door, to find . "Hi, " I said while looking at the food he had in his hands. "Call me Hodge" he replied. He entered my room and closed the door. Hodge handed me the food in his hands, and I was happy to find a couple of sandwiches. He sat down on my bed, staring ay his hands. Throughout this whole trip, I still had one question to ask him. "Why?" Hodge looked up in surprise and then realized what I was asking, replied. "I was one of your father's coworkers on the force. He was my partner, and saved my life many times. I owe him a debt I couldn't even begin to explain. Lucian Garroway was also on the force." I looked up in the mention of Luke's name. "What?" "Lucian was on the force, but he moved to New York, and met your mother. He was also so naive and optimistic, such a fool." I glared at him. Luke was not a fool, nor was he naive. "Oh, don't worry, he's not in on our plan, he loves your mother and you too much". "You don't have to owe Valentine anything" I shot back. "That may be true, but if I don't listen to him, he will out me to my son." "Out you?" "He will tell the child I abandoned who I really am, and I don't want that." He saw my curious look. "Like I would tell you" he snorted, exiting the room. Sebastian came to stand in front of it, but not before he shot me a wink. I ate my sandwiches, and slowly, went to sleep. At 5:32 in the morning, I woke up to the sound of footsteps. I pulled the covers over my head, trying to breath less. What if somebody was breaking in? I heard my window creak open, a noise that couldn't be heard unless you were in my room. I saw a figure slowly drop down, and I started shaking from nerves. A head of blonde curls appeared. "Hey Red, miss me?"/p