So, I don't know if I'm all that good at writing, but I do it anyway because I love it. Now, I'm not good with doing a summery, so I just won't do one.
My story contains abuse, cussing, love, pregnancy and estranged relationships.
If you do happen...
Six months pregnant. Six fucking months pregnant and I've been miserable for the last three months at least. I love my baby, but I definitely want to have this baby already and get it over with.
"Okay, one question, why in the hell do my legs feel so restless at night?" I asked Maryse as the two of us sat at a small restaurant for lunch.
"Ah, I remember that and I have the perfect remedy. Jace told me that you were tossing and turning when he stayed the night last week and I was planning to give it to you at your baby shower, but I am giving it to you early." She handed me a giant gift bag and I opened it, snickering at the gigantic pillow that I pulled out.
"What is this?" I laughed.
"Trust me, sweetheart, this thing will be your best friend up until you have that baby. You cuddle it like you would an actual person and all of that restlessness will just wash away like it never even existed." I nodded and put it back in the bag.
"Thank you, Maryse. I'm glad that I have you around to give me advice and tell me things about pregnancy. I really appreciate it." She smiled and sipped at her coffee. God, I wish I could drink coffee.
"Sweetie, I'm here for whatever you need or want. You've been like a daughter to me for a very long time and I consider you my own." I smiled.
"You've been the mom I never had and I thank you for it." She paid the check and stood, hugging me.
"No need to thank me, Clary. I got just as much out of this relationship as you did." I shook my head and picked up the bag.
"No you didn't." She laughed and kissed my temple.
"Maybe I didn't. Bye, Clary."
"Bye, Maryse." We left the small restaurant and I headed for this cute little bookstore on the corner. I've been looking for this book that Simon wanted for his birthday and I'm always happy to roam around a bookstore.
As I entered the little bookstore, I slightly glanced at the lumberjack looking man behind the glass counter. "Let me know if I can help you with anything." He said, not looking up from his book.
I didn't reply and just scanned the books for anything that peaked my interest. I found the book Simon recommended just about forty minutes later. Though, I still scanned for any other books I might like.
The bell on the door rang as someone walked in, but I didn't take my eyes off of an interesting book as I read the summery.
"Honey, I brought those books from the house you asked for." My eyes went wide at the voice.
"Thank you, babe." I took in a deep breath and put the books back on the shelf, not caring that they were in the wrong place.
"Any customers?" She asked and I froze in place.
"Uh, I believe there's a girl somewhere in here, but I haven't seen her in a while." She laughed lightly.
"I'll see if I can find her. Maybe she needs help." I turned to look at the door as she nod stood at the end of the book isle. "Clarissa." She breathed out, but as I finally regained my composure, I tried to hurry past her. "Clarissa, please, let me talk to you a while." Her hand gripped my hand and I pulled it from her grasp, turning to glare at her.
"Don't you dare call me that and don't you dare think that we're okay. Leave me the hell alone." I said, hatred lacing my voice. I turned back to the door, ready to open it, but she took hold of my wrist once again.
"Clarissa, just let me explain. Please. I know that I made mistakes, but can't you ever forgive me?"
"No." I yanked my arm from her tight grasp and it punched through the glass in the door. "Fuck." I whimpered in pain at the small glass shards sticking out of my right hand and forearm.
"I'm sorry, let me get the first aid kit." I shook my head.
"Screw you, Jocelyn." I opened the door and hurried out of the store before catching a cab. "Hospital, please." He nodded and sped off to the hospital.
Once we got there, I grabbed my bag, paid the man and walked inside the ER. "Oh my. Dr. Tierney, need some help over here." A nurse stood, seeing my arm seeping blood.
"What do we have?" I looked up at Nick with tears streaming down my cheeks. "Angel? What happened to you?" I shook my head.
"I don't want to talk about it. Can you just fix me up so I can leave? I want to go home." He nodded.
"Of course. Room three is open, I'll be there in a minute." I nodded and walked into the room, sitting down on the table.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Nick walked in and washed his hands before snapping on a pair of gloves.
"Alright, I'm going to numb up your arm a little, but you'll still feel some pain when I pull the glass out, okay?" I nodded and winced as he stuck a needle into the open wound, numbing it as much as he could.
Then, he picked up a pair of tweezer like things and started picking the glass out of my arm.
"It's good to see you again, angel. I wish it were under better circumstances, but it's good to see you either way. Now, you wanna tell me what happened?" I shook my head. "Let me rephrase that. You're gonna tell me what happened, or I call Luke." I sighed and stared down at my belly as I cried.
"I saw Jocelyn today. My mom."
"That's a bad thing?" I nodded.
"My mom was an abusive drunk for about all of my childhood. Let her drug dealers and boyfriends rape and beat me. It ended when I was fifteen and I was in that coma, because I went to live with Ryder." His eyes dulled at the mention of his little brother. "He saved my life in more ways than one. I got in contact with my dad and brother because of him. Ryder would know how to make me feel better right now, but I don't think there is any way to make me better. Not now. Not yet." I sobbed and a woman in pink scrubs walked in.
I wiped away my tears and tried to stop my crying. "Hi, Clary. My name is Allison Drake, I'm here to check up on your baby, if you don't mind?" I shook my head and laid back, letting her pull up my dress and rub the cold jelly onto my stomach.
My baby's heartbeat sounded and I smiled slightly. "The baby's okay?" The woman nodded, looking at the monitor as she moved the wand around on my belly.
"The baby looks just fine and I wish you both luck." I nodded and she walked out.
"So, you told me the story about your life, but how did this happen?" I whimpered as he pulled out a bigger piece of glass from my flesh.
"I was in a bookstore and Jocelyn walked in, but I didn't know she was there until she spoke to the man working the front desk. She saw me and I tried to push past her, but she grabbed my wrist and I pulled away from her. Then, I got to the door and she grabbed me again, but when I pulled away this time, my arm went through the glass in the door."
"I'm sorry, angel." He stitched up my arm and wrapped it in this white gauze before using these little clips to keep it on.
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I got discharged and I went home, changing into my pajamas and sobbing as I laid in my bed.
My life was so great. Why did she have to ruin it again?
