Chapter Seven
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Jon's POV
The day after Clare got that phone call, she still continued with her life.
Though, doubling her bodyguards and her anxiety medicine.
I felt bad, not knowing how to make her feel better about him being out of prison. She never wanted to talk to me about what happened back then, but I respect her privacy. She can tell me whenever she's ready.
I mean, I know most of what happened, because of dad, but Clare never told me about it in her own words.
"Jon!" I stood from the couch and greeted my dad at the door.
"What?"
"Your sister is going to be late for dinner, she needs to study at the library for a test, so I need you to clean up the house a bit before your friends come over tonight."
"I can do that." He set his briefcase on the table. "Is she okay?"
"Your sister?" I nodded. "No. She's trying to put on a brave face for us, but I know my little girl. She's scared."
"Anything I can do?"
"Keep an eye on her. Look out for signs that she's getting depressed again. If she is, we'll need to double her therapist appointments."
"I'll watch her tonight."
"Good, because I am going out tonight with Robert and Maryse, so you'll have Max tonight, too."
"Okay. Now, take your briefcase elsewhere, I have to clean up." He chuckled and walked back to his office.
A couple of hours later, I'd cleaned up a little, my friends came over and we were all taking turns playing Call Of Duty : Black Ops 2.
I had Alec, Izzy, Jace, Max, Gavin, Gray, Tyler, Reese and Aaron over.
"Ah, look who's home." Aaron said just as Clary walked in the front door, dripping wet from the pouring rain outside.
"Fuck." She mumbled, the books in her hands were soaked.
"Hey, baby sis." I smiled at her, but her frown stayed. And, I knew why.
"Hi. I'm going upstairs." She trudged upstairs and I sighed, watching Aaron and Gavin play the game.
"What's up with her? I didn't get my usual 'f**k you'." Aaron said before turning to Max. "Pardon my language."
"I've heard worse." I laughed at Max's response.
"So, Clary?"
"Something happened and she's upset. With good reason." Aaron got out his phone and texted me.
'The S word or the J word?'
'S word.'
'What happened?'
'He's out.' His head snapped in my direction.
'Is she okay? Can I do anything?'
'No and no.'
He sighed and set his phone down, so we both focused on the game.
"Jon, where the hell is my Xbox controller?" Clary stood on the stairs, glaring at me as I held up her controller.
She huffed and stomped back upstairs. "She seems pissed." Jace commented.
"She is." I said and picked up my phone, ordering pizza for all of us. "By the way, she doesn't know you, so she's not going to talk to you all that often." Jace seemed confused.
"Why? She got a problem with strangers?"
"Strange men. She doesn't like guys."
"So, she's a lesbian?" We all laughed hard at the thought of Clary being a lesbian.
"N-No, not a lesbian." I said through my laughing fits. "She's straight, she just doesn't like guys."
"Why not?"
"That is none of your business, honestly." Alec and I shared a knowing look.
"What? You know why?" Jace directed the question to his brother.
"Anyone close to Clary knows why. But, it's not something you need to know about. Drop it, Jace."
"When have I ever been one to drop something I'm curious about?"
"Do it for me. Leave it alone." Alec said and Jace chuckled.
"Fine. Whatever."
Clary's POV
I keep getting so pissed at the littlest f*****g things and I hate it. So much. I knew why I was having my mood swings, because my current emotions were fighting the medication.
There was more fear in me than my anxiety meds could fix, I was slowly getting depressed again, which was fighting the anti-depressants. It's f*****g hell.
I changed into a black tank top, black shorts, an oversized black jacket and since it was raining, I put the ankle brace on my left ankle.
You know how old people's joints hurt when it rains? Well, my ankle kills me when it rains. Because Sebastian sprained my ankle when I was three.
The pain in my ankle has gotten much worse since I was little, but not like overbearing pain.
My phone started ringing and I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Clarissa?"
"Who the hell is this?" No one calls me that.
"Your mother." My breath hitched. "Please, don't hang up on me. I-I want to see you in person, apologize to you."
"f**k you, you bitch."
"I deserved that. Please, if you could just sit down and talk with me, it would mean the world to me."
"Excuse me? Why in the hell do you think I'd do anything for you? You sure as hell never did a goddamned thing for me." I paced around my room, angry as hell.
"I know and I understand that you hate me, but I want to make amends." I looked to my doorway as Jace stood there. I stomped over to the door and slammed it in his face, but he wasn't close enough to get hit by it.
"Make amends? What kind of fantasy world do you live in? 'Cause from where I'm standing, I see no f*****g reason to forgive you."
"Clarissa-"
"Don't call me that!"
"I am so sorry. I am. And, I miss you. I miss my daughter and I can't apologize enough for the life that you were forced to live because of me. I am so, so sorry."
"f**k you! You were and always will be a f****d up drunk and a druggie. You don't understand the s**t you put me through. I was a child, Jocelyn! I couldn't fight back. And, god knows you didn't do a damn thing to stop any of it. Hell, you even joined in on it if you were high enough. I hate you. Always will. And, if you ever call me again, I'm getting a restraining order. Honestly, I wish you would've died in prison." I hung up the phone and took out the battery.
I sobbed into my hands and laid down in bed, curled up into my comforter like a burrito.
Why does it have to be like this? My life? Dad always said that I deserved so much more, but what if I don't?
What if Jocelyn was always supposed to make my life a living hell?
Do I really deserve anything other than that? Maybe dad and Jon were really wrong.
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