Help our souls // bws

Ghost

Brad's pov

I was slowly stroking her back, trying to sooth her. I was so pissed. I was glad I came first, because I knew her, but I wouldn't have said anything if one of those two guys punched whoever the hell this red headed guy's name was. She was in tears, shaking, grabbing my shirt. She seemed defenseless, she was like a delicate little thing who needed to be protected from everything, and I was going to protect her.

"Come on, let's get out of here." I said, trying to take a step but Clary was like paralyzed. I didn't even know if she could stay on her feet if I wasn't here, holding her in my arms. Very unlikely. "Clary, I know it's hard but we need to move before he wakes up." She stiffened and nodded. "Let's go." We rushed to a safer place. I opened the door, making sure nobody had seen us and closed it. We were in James' music room. Yeah, he has a music room, and a big one. Guitars, drums, piano, everything. The room was soundproofed. The silent was first quite destabilizing, but it felt great, not hearing this loud electro music. I was still holding Clary and I decided to make her sit on the sofa. Yeah, there was a sofa too. Musicians needed to relax sometimes. "Here." I put her on the sofa and unwrapped my arms of her waist. I was about to stand back up when she pulled me back towards her.

"Don't leave me alone." She whispered. She looked at me in the eyes and an unknown feeling ran through my body. Her little blue eyes were now temporary ruined by crying too much. I could see the distress in them. In a rush, I put one hand on her cheek and stared at her for a moment again.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here. I was just taking the blanket, okay ?" I raised my eyebrows, waiting for a positive answer from her. She closed her eyes and nodded. She let go my shirt and I removed slowly my hand from her cheek to take the blanket next to her. I wrapped her in it and she was still looking at me. She troubled me, my heart missed a beat, several actually. I crouched. "We're going to stay here until you feel better, okay ? I'm staying here, in the room, not going anywhere." She nodded and I stood back up, walking to the piano. I sat and just glared at the piano for a while. I finally started playing a song, the song I played in the school's music room, but I didn't sing this time. I didn't feel like singing. Singing when being upset happened to be much harder than I thought. Freaking twat, if I ever see him again...
Anyway, I played another song, another and another. I loved playing more than anything. But then I played that song. I didn't know what got into me. That was stupid. I stopped playing and right after, Clary was sitting next to me. "What are you doing ? I haven't even heard you coming." I swore she didn't make a single noise. She padded to the piano like a ghost. She just smiled at me and put her hands on the piano. She started playing the same song. I was staring at her with widened eyes. Of course she knew it, but I didn't know she could play and she played this well, probably better than me, better than her. Her eyes were closed and she was immersed in the song.

"What ? Why do you look so surprised ?" Her voice got me out of my thoughts.

"Nothing. You... You just looked like someone I knew." And damn, she really did. She was the spitting image of Gabriela. She looked just like her. I turned my face. I must tell her, someday.

Clary's pov

"Come on, let's get out of here." I wanted to, but I couldn't move, my body was paralyzed. Then he mentioned this asshole, and I immediately unfroze and we started walking. He seemed to know where he was going. He probably came a thousand times at James'. He took us in a music room. A really big music room, where we almost didn't hear the music anymore. He sat me on a sofa and he was about to go when I told him not to. I was too scared to be alone, I didn't want to be alone, not now. I stared at him, spreading the distress I was in. He assured me he wasn't going anywhere. It kind of warmed my heart, that he was staying with me. Maybe he really wasn't thinking what he said at the bar. He was being so sweet to me, I just couldn't believe it was the same guy who said those things. Maybe I should give him a chance. I really wanted to. He made me feel weirdly good. He gently wrapped me in a blanket and sat on the piano bench.