* psychopathxc.
Jace couldn’t began to explain what he was feeling when it came to Charlie, it was something so foreign to the male that in a lot of ways it freaked him out. To think a man that was scared of nothing, that could watch the life leave someone’s eyes, that can be described as a monster can be fearful of anything was ridiculous. but here he was completely terrified of the way this woman was making him feel. She managed to amplify any and every emotion that was even a little plausible for Jace and that in itself just showed how much power the brunette had over him. Jace had always been used to being in control of everything around him. Obviously there were things he let get out of control due to his personal preferences of cruel entertainment. Wanting to watch horror on peoples faces as he cut the ropes and watched them run, starting the chaos and the mayhem before taking back the control he so easily let go of. Then there was Charlie and everything he was realizing when it came to what she was making him feel. Maybe due to the fact that he didn’t know how to process these feelings he blamed her. He blamed her for the worry and the hurt he felt when she was taken, he blamed her for the sleepless nights, and the rage filled days. Jace had to put all those emotions somewhere so he threw them towards her. Call that toxic but wasn’t that what they were?
He could very well be to blame for the emotions he felt, that made more sense but as he saw it he was perfectly fine without her. He was living a life without being tethered to anyone. Now he couldn’t see himself without Charlie, he couldn’t lose her because he’d be completely broken. It wasn’t the kind of broken he already clearly was. It wouldn’t be his mind that would be broken but something else entirely. Jace might’ve not liked the idea of being tied around someone’s finger but that was possibly exactly what he was when it came to Charlie. He’d kill for her, he’d come back for her, he’d die for her he had to. Jace would do anything for Charlie despite the fact that they threw jabs at each other any moment they could. That didn’t change the fact that in their own demented way, they cared about each other and in a lot of ways because of how twisted they were their need to be together was twice as toxic.
Feeling her fingers snake between his he gripped onto her hand, the simple touch of her skin was weirdly satisfying for Jace. Call it him missing her or not but he didn’t want to let go of it. Now that he had her, he didn’t want to lose her again and he’d kill- no, he wouldn’t just kill who ever took her away from him but he’d rip them limb by limb. Making sure they were alive until the very end. He’d make sure they’d experience the lowest pits of hell while still alive on Earth with him. “Shut the fuck up.” He snapped back, “I’m here now.” There was a slight change of tone in his voice when he said he was there now, as if to say he’s there and he’s not going anywhere. As frightened as he was by his own feelings and as badly as he wanted to turn around and leave and set himself on fire, just to try and get rid of this pull he had to Charlie, he couldn’t. The pull was far to strong for that. “I should’ve known you’d come out of this bitching and moaning.” Jace said, pulling her closer as she also stepped closer to him.
It wasn’t long till Charlie had collided her lips with his causing Jace to pull her even closer while wrapping one of his arms around her. His lips moved against hers roughly as he let go of her hand and slid his hand up to her neck, wrapping his fingers around it. It was odd how two people so psychotic could find something so dependable in each other. That they could find homes in each other. Two people that were constantly on the run and didn’t have a stable place to stay still felt at home with each other. How could two people that were so emotionally unavailable find a way not to be that way when it came to each other? That was part of the reason it was so hard for Jace to believe, he didn’t think something like this was possibly for him. Even though it was completely twisted and beyond fucked up. Any normal person would think they were insane and even more insane together, this was still far more than he’d ever seen himself feeling or having. Pulling back from her kiss slightly, his lips hovered over hers. “I missed you.” It came out like a whisper but he had to say something and those small words were a big deal for him, scary even. Leaning back in Jace kissed her roughly before she could say anything back.
Alone but never lonely. She had always been that way even as a child, people existed around her but she didn’t exist with them. No one had ever understood her and she had never felt the need to be understood. Charlie was excellent by herself, both a survivor and a fighter. She took what she wanted when she wanted it. She took things she didn’t want nor need for the sake of chaos. She didn’t have a stable life, no home or job. Because she didn’t want it. Long ago she had wondered why, why she wasn’t like everybody else but eventually she embraced the darkness attached to her soul. No one had to understand her but they had to fear her.
Everyone had until Jace came along to ruin her life.
She hated him with every fiber of her being. If she was capable of it, she would’ve killed him but alas. It had been a foolish mistake, and one she hadn’t seen coming, but she let him into her life. All of the sudden she wasn’t alone anymore. There were days she wished she was and others were it felt impossible to be. It was no wonder that she wanted to carve his heart out.
Despite the tone in his voice, that neither would ever speak of, she felt a flame slick her insides. So consumed by his presence, she had forgotten the reason why she was bitching and moaning. Stuck in a room with nothing but a gross mattress and a lamp. It was impossible to count the amount of times she had considered breaking the light bulb to slash her own throat open. Boredom did that to a soul like Charlie’s. No alcohol, no drugs, no chaos and no Jace. She had every right to hate the man standing in front of her and even when she did, she didn’t. “‘course I’ll fucking bitch about it — you made a shitty fucking mistake and I got to pay the price for it. You’re lucky I’m not smashing your ugly head into a wall.”
It felt so pathetic that it felt right when their lips collided, his fingers sprawled over her neck and the warmth of his body radiating against her. He was a motherfucker but he was her motherfucker. And then he pulled back and said three words that seemed worse than taking a bullet to the brain.
I missed you.
Had she missed him? It was likely that she had but in between relentless anger, strange loneliness and pure boredom. She didn’t know what missing someone felt like because no one had ever mattered to her. She didn’t know what love was even if she had seen it in her household as a child. All she knew was that Jace did something to her and she was unable to escape it. At this point, she had stopped trying to fight it. Not because she gave up, Charlie never did, but because she didn’t want to fight it anymore. She would never understand it but she didn’t necessarily have to.
Her hand ran up his chest when he resumed to the kiss, snaking its way up to his throat where her fingers sprawled out to grab a hold of it. It was easy to apply pressure, almost like a habit, her thumb pressed against his adam’s apple. Before ending the kiss, she roughly bit his lip to draw blood and only pulled away when she could taste copper. She remained close enough to feel his breath on her face and she stared into his eyes while the pressure of her thumb increased. “I wanna kill,” she murmured, “I want to strangle someone.”












