Goldwick (A Mortal Instruments story)

To Hope Is To Destroy

AN/: Thanks for waiting for the update. Remember Ashley's name has now been changed to Amelia! Anyway, nice long chapter for you all. Enjoy!

 

Amelia’s POV:

How dare he come back and show his face here again! Did he actually think that I’d forgive him that quickly? It’s only been… what, two years since it happened? It doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t need him and he obviously doesn’t need me either. I sigh and throw myself onto my small couch. I hear a small knock and look up to see Chris peeping his head into the doorway of the living room.

“Everything alright?” He asks as he moves to sit next to me.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.” I say, putting my arm over my eyes.

“You look exhausted. Did you…?” I know what he’s asking, and by the look on his face he already knows the answer to his own question.

“Yeah.” I say.

“Why?”

I sigh, “Because that bloody bastard had the nerve to come here.”

“Which one, exactly?” he says as a smile starts to play on his lips.

“Oh, shut up, you!” I say, nudging him on the shoulder.

“You fancy a cuppa then?” He asks me, putting one of his small arms over my shoulders.

“Yeah, sure.” Chris gets up to head toward the kitchen as I prop my feet back up on the couch and lay back down. I’m pretty sure I’m about to go to sleep until I hear the sound of the knocker.

“Damn, who is it now?” I mumble under my breath. I open the door and Isabelle is standing in the doorway, arms crossed in front of her chest, a smirk painted on her face. Clary stands at the bottom of the steps, waving shyly.

“Guys, no offense but I really don’t want to talk right now.” I say to them.

“Yeah, but that was after you promised me and Clary some tea.” She says as she tilts her head to the side. I know Izzy is one of the most stubborn people on this planet. She won’t leave until she gets what she want.

“The bastard isn’t with you, is he?” I say. Isabelle shakes her head in reply. I hesitate a moment before opening the door all the way and motion for them to enter.

 “Oh, wow, Ames. It’s even better than I thought it would be!” Izzy says as she takes in the room. My flat isn’t extremely impressive, but I made the best of it. It’s very comfy and homey in my opinion. Only my brother and I live here, due to some family issues. The living room is usually dim, only lit by a light that is over our dining room table that is scattered with papers and books. Our living room has more books stacked on the coffee table, and even more on the bookshelf. Melting candles provide a dim glow as well, but not significantly, and the dark fuschia walls look more like a violet in the dark. The kitchen is very old fashioned; wood burning oven and stove, and a deep sink basin sits under deep mahogany cabinets. We have a “refrigerator” with the coldness rune drawn on it multiple times, and a small island with slick dark counter top rests in the center of the room.