She knows what I think about, And what I think about, One love, two mouths, One love, one house.
- The Neighbourhood
(Unedited, of course.)
{Jace's POV}
I grip her by the shoulders and attempt to guide her towards the door regardless of how upset she was. It really wasn't my problem and Clary needed me at Nicos to distract him incase anything happened.
But she just wouldn't stop crying.
"We've been through so much Jace, you can't just end things with me Ive been going insane!" I hold her against my chest to shut her up, pat her back a little.
"Look Sarah, Im sorry I really am but I was in a bad place and you helped me out which Im grateful for," her blue eyes find mine, shining with fresh tears "but Im just not in love with you." She grabs onto my t-shirt trying to keep herself up as she sobs, rubbing mascara and eyeliner all over me. She's already been here for an hour and a half meaning I am extremely late and I begged her not to come over in the first place.
"Sarah, I really need to go, Im late." I don't tell her where Im going but she nods, moping at her face and trying not to cry again "We can continue this tomorrow if you like just now is a really bad time." She pushes away from me and I notice she's worn her nicest blue shirt. Possibly to impress me.
"Wow, look at me," she laughs through the tears "desperate or what?" New ones roll down her cheeks, but I say nothing "Sorry about this, we'll talk tomorrow." She nods, and I thank god that she's finally leaving.
"I'm just going to use your toilet really quick okay then Ill be out of your hair." I nod and direct her to it letting out a large sigh when she locks the door behind her.
I go in search of my phone and find it on the kitchen table with at least 20 missed calls. I curse under my breath and grab my jacket from its hook rapidly trying to call Clary back in case something terrible had happened.
She wasn't answering any of my calls.
I don't bother tying my shoelaces and tuck them in the sides nearly tripping over myself as I race through the hallway.
I hear the voices before the door opens nearly bashing me in the face and the small red head stands there. Eyes wide, mouth open, neck bruised.
I reach out to the marks on her throat that appear to be growing darker and darker by the minute and the small lump on the side of her head Id just noticed.
"Jesus," I hear myself saying "he hurt you." I feel physically sick seeing those marks on her skin and nearly fall when the realization that I should've been there to stop him tonight, hours ago, hits me.
This is my fault.
I should've kicked Sarah out the second she walked in.
"Damn right he hurt her. Fuck knows what would've happened if I hadn't nearly caved his skull in with a guitar." A brunette boy with his arms crossed speaks up from behind her but she dismisses him saying she'll text him in the morning. He leaves but not without a kiss on the cheek.
She closes the door behind her and I drop my jacket by my feet moving towards her to wrap my arms around her small body, but she steps away from me. Tears in her eyes and unlike before they cut right through me.
"Where the fuck were you?" She croaks and crosses her arms around her own body if to protect herself.
I try to find words but those bruises, what excuse could there possibly be for not being there to protect her.
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All That Money Can't Buy
Fanfiction(Sequel to The Way Of Clarissa Fray.) Fame. Wealth. Attention. Love. Respect. We had It all, and for most of us it is all we had ever wanted. But not me, not if it meant losing those closest to me. I couldn't hold on, there wasn't enough left for...
