From Grass To Grace

Clary walked all the way home. She did not realize how far Royal Street was away from her place until now. The crazy thing was that she did not feel the distance when she was running for her life.

At that time, adrenaline was coursing through her veins so she did not really care about distance when she was running from her dad.

When she arrived at the house, her heart was beating hard and her throat was dry. She took a few seconds to prepare herself for whatever she was about to face before reaching for the door.

She turned the knob and the door made a small click. She did a little push and walked into the house. It did not surprise her that the door was not locked. She was the one that did all these things while the preacher only got drunk.

She searched around with her eyes and soon she saw her dad slumped on the couch in the living room. He was snoring very loudly and an empty bottle of liquor was lying on the floor, next to the couch.

She released a breath that she did not know