Clarissa's Past [COMPLETED]

Chapter 17

Clarissa's POV:

I was frustrated.

I want to know what all this is about and I knew dad was the only one who can tell me the answers.

I decided to not beat around the bush and ask him directly. So after the game, I got up and ran to my dad's study where I knew he would be.

"Clary, I told you I will tell you but now is not the best time for this." Dad said.

"No. I want to know now. Why do I have nightmares? Why aren't you telling me whatever it is when it involves me the most?" I fired the questions at him.

"Clary calm down-"

"I can't calm down dad! What is everyone hiding from me?!" I screamed.

Dad got up from his chair and walked his way towards me.

"Clary, I know you want the answers but you are not ready for them." He said.

I sat down on the couch with my hands covering my face.

"Max said something about me not getting my memory back. Had I lost my memory?" I asked, not looking up.

I felt dad sitting down next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his chest.

"Clary the only this that I can tell you...is that you have a horrible past." I looked up at him. "And because of it, you lost your memory." He continued.

"So I did lose my memory." I said. "What happened?" I asked.

"It is connected to your mother's death. What we did was meant to protect you. But it didn't work out how we planned it."

"Dad what are you talking about?" I asked.

"That's all you get to know for now Claire. I can't tell you more." He said.

"But why?" I asked standing up.

"I told you, you are not ready." He said walking back to his desk.

"And when do you think I will be ready?" I asked putting my hands on the desk.

"When you are old enough." He answered.

I was about to ask 'how old' when my eyes landed on a piece of paper on his desk.

"You still have it?" I asked pointing at it.

The drawing of a cottage I drew when I was bored.

"It was nice so I kept it." Dad shrugged.

"You should've burned it the first chance you got." I said and picked up the drawing.

"Now why would I destroy something that led me to believe that you are an amazing artist?"

"Because, it sucks." I said without missing a beat.

"I've been meaning to ask you this, where did you see this place?"

"When I looked out the window I saw the tree with the swing on it and the flowers and I started to form an image of a cottage and the next thing I know, it's on paper." I said.

Dad nodded.

"Anyway, back on topic. Dad I want to know." I said.

"Not yet."

"Then when?" I asked.

"When you are old enough."

"Dad please. If this involves me then I deserve to know." I said.

Dad put his hands on my shoulders and said, "I already told you a part of it. And Claire, it is the only thing I can tell you for now. Please just leave it here."