Do It Father

George's POV

I have been friends with Peter ever since we were a child, he grew up to be a doctor and focused in his career. He was not able to meet his mate as he was busy trying to be the doctor he has been dreaming since we were a child. On the other hand, I grew up to be a father of two precious daughter.

I always thought that I will also grew up and be a doctor, just how Peter and I talked about when we were a child. In the end, I sacrificed that dream to build a family and be the father that my daughters need. I am not sure, though, if I am doing great as a father. I am trying to think now that I have never been that good father. My elder daughter almost killed her own sister, it was my fault of course. I haven't taught her well, I spoiled her with all the things that I could get for her.

My other daughter, on the other hand, had suffered from that. I have protected her for so many things that I never realized that it will happened between them. I miscalculated every plan that I has, I trusted myself and my capability too much...I was overconfident. I thought I can handle everything, it turns out that I was a bad father. I couldn't admit that fact even before. But now, I couldn't deny it.

Peter and I left his home for a while to bring some alcoholic beverage to drink in this cold night. It was a nice night to feel nostalgic about the things that we have done in the past. We have been good friends that we have so much to look back to.

"She looks exactly her mother," Peter said as we walk back to his home.

I smiled at him and nodded. I cannot deny that, her eyes look exactly her mother. It was full of light and hope.

"What are your plans?" Peter asked.

I am not still sure about everything, I cannot let them be together. It will only bring chaos when both of my daughter will be at the same place. My heart feels heavy with the thougt of it, though. They have been living together since their birth and now I need to separate them together. How could they like the same man?

I was about to answer him when we heard several gunshots out of the woods. The liquor that I was holding slipped out of my hands as I immediately dashed towards the house. I went directly at the room where my daughter is spending her time to rest. I was too shocked when I saw the room empty.

I was unable to move when I saw that she was missing in the room that she was supposed to say, with the thoughts rushing towards my mind.

"George!" Peter called from below that made my senses back.

I immediately run towards him. "My daughter is missing!" I said out of panic.

We heard another series of gunshots that made me run with all my life, with all the speed that I could have, to arrive where the gunshots have originated. The gunshots stopped when I am in the middle of the woods. I searched everywhere for my daughter. I searched in every part of the woods.

I had a bad feeling and I have never felt this before. I am too afraid as I search the woods for my daughter.

"GEORGE!" Peter screamed, the loudest scream that I have ever heard. It was full of terror, I heard his voice trembling from fear.

With the panic evolving with my heart, I immediately dashed towards his direction. The voice where he came from was far from my initial position that it took me a while to arrive.

When I saw Peter, he was busy pumping the chest of a woman. I cannot identify it. The woman was full of gunshots, scratches of wolves' claws, and...I cannot look at it.

I fall out of my knees when I realized who it was. My world stop at that moment. I can see that Peter was trying to call me, I could see his lips moving but I cannot hear him. The world became silent that night, it became blurry. Darkness perhaps had covered everything.

It was my daughter.

I could only stare at Peter trying to resuscitate the body. He placed his fingers on her neck for a few seconds, then he stopped and tilted his head. I saw him shaking his head as if he was sorry. I couldn't understand it.

"Why did you stop?!" I asked angrily and immediately moved to his place to pump the heart of my daughter. I went above her and tried to mimic the pumping and resuscitating that was done by Peter.

I tried and pumped harder, trying to bring her heart beat again. I tried...and I tried, without pausing. My daughter is brave and strong, she have survived many things. I know she can do it again.

"C-Clary, breathe..." I said while I was pumping her chest. She could do it...She is brave. My daughter could do it, she could start breathing again. She has survived many things. She will accomplish more things. She will...

"Please, Clary." I begged her when it took several minutes and she is still not breathing. My eyes are starting to get blurred from the tears, but I couldn't stop because my daughter needs me.

She could survive this, she just needs her father to help her heart beat. She just needs me for a little longer. I know that she will open her eyes in a few minutes. She was just resting for a bit, she just needed some time to close her eyes. She is just sleeping for a few minutes, I know that she will wake up. She is strong...and brave. She is my daughter, after all. She could do it.

Come on Clary, breathe now. Just breathe a little. Your father needs you, breathe. Just a little more. Please, Clary. Do it. Do it for your father.

"George, stop." Peter placed his hands on my back.

I cannot stop, I cannot lose my daughter this way.