Hey hey, I'm back. Or if you're new to my writings, welcome.
Just a PSA, I couldn't say for how long I'll be back for or how much I'll be updating because the last two stories I wrote, I updated like, 8 times in a day but that was because I was on winter break and wasn't working.
Now, I'm back at school, but taking Spring term off to get my life together, but I am a working girl and all of my friends are around so tbh, I can't promise that I'll update multiple times a day let alone everyday. Just be patient with me. I'm a fast typer and once I get an idea, I try to get it all down ASAP.
That being said, I can't promise that the grammer or punctuation will be perfect because I type and post, I never edit, which is sooooo bad, but that's what I do. So I'm sorry if that infuriates you, just bear with it if you want to read.
Anyways, let's get started. I can't promise how great this plot is going to be, I'm not to in love with it, but it's something and I just feel like getting my ideas down somewhere because life has been getting a little hectic.
Enjoy friends :)
*Also, side note, Sebastian Verlac and Johnathon are two different people. Just so you don't get too confused.
Clary shivered in the backseat of the car, a blanket drapped over her even though beads of sweat spotted at her forehead as she curled up. She was laying on her side, her right nostril plugging up as she sniffled. The sounds of car doors shutting and the low murmer of passerby's in the store's parking lot made her headache pound. Her mother had run into the store to get Clary medicine for her flu, parking far away from the building so that Clary's sleep wouldn't get disrupted by too much noise.
Clary rolled, wincing slightly as bruises on her shoulder and hip pressed into the leather seats sharply. She sighed and snuggled deeper into the soft blanket, she wondered when she would get used to the pain the bruises gave to her as long as her mother stayed with her father.
Clary looked out the window above her, the clouds hiding the early spring sunshine but illuminating the white clouds. She clicked her phone, it blinked as a reminder that the battery was dead. Annoyed, she threw it to the ground and closed her eyes as she tried to nap in the back of the car. Clary had been sick for weeks, unsure of what was wrong with her and why she wasn't feeling any better after the prescriptions the doctors and specialists her family had had given her.
Her father was filthy rich, owned one of the largest stockbroking companies in New York and across America. Valentine Morgenstern. He worked a lot, and was a decent man at heart, but his work and his addiction to money had turned him harsh. Clary knew that while her father went on business trips that her mother would shack up with the book shop guy downtown, but Clary never blamed her. Her mother, Jocelyn and the book keeper, Luke Garroway were meant to be, but Clary knew that Jocelyn was too afraid of Valentine to ever leave him.
Once Valentine started his own stockbroking business, that's when he started becoming aggressive. The late work nights and the instant cash flow made him greedy and forget how to love his family. He had began hurting Jocelyn, and soon Clary. The bruises seemed to last longer and longer everytime he returned home from a business trip, Clary was just glad that he never stayed long enough. Clary used to be his pride and joy, and there are times where Valentine will basically kiss the ground she walks on.
Valentine had been in Chicago when he found out that Clary had been sick for a week. She couldn't keep any food down, couldn't sleep, felt faint and cold all of the time. He sent the best doctors to their house that night, but he never called.
Clary and Jocelyn hated the rich life, hated being in a public eye, they were nearly famous celebrities. All Jocelyn and Clary wanted in life was to own a small farmhouse and paint the fields and the tulips that they would grown around the house. But having Valentine as a father and husband, and having him being one of the most notorious stockbrokers made that dream so much more distant.
Clary's headache pounded against her temples as she pulled the blanket over her head, hoping the darkness would help. She began praying that her mother would hurry and be on her way soon, laying in her bed seemed so much better than the backseat of a car, but Jocelyn refused to leave Clary's side.
Someone must have heard Clary's prayers as the front door opened and shut, a pain at her head from the sound of the car door slamming. Clary didn't say anything to her mother as the car turned on, the engine reving and rumbling to life as the car started to move.
Clary stayed facing away from the front, hoping that the movement of the car driving would rock her to sleep, but a deep twisting in her gut kept her awake. She wasn't sure if it was just an unsettling twist or if vomit was going to come up.
Clary sat up and held her mouth as she spoke through her hand, "Mom, can you pull back over for a second."
The car kept moving and Clary began to get frustrated as she bounced in her seat.
"Mom!" She turned and grabbed for her mothers shoulder.
"What the fuck?" An alarmed male's voice sounded. The shoulder she almost grabbed was much broader, musculer, and not her mothers.
Clary's eyes widened as she looked in the review mirror, bright blue eyes looked back with thick black lashes lining around the eyes, black strands of hair dangling, and square black brows furrowed in annoyance.
"What the fuck?!" Clary screamed as she sat back in her seat, "Who the fuck are you?"
The man turned, and looked at her, his jaw pointed and sharp, his skin pale and nose crooked but sharp.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked her, looking back and forth from the road he seemed to be speeding on and back at her.
Clary pressed into the seat even harder, "You're in my car!"
The man turned back around and faced the road, turning the corner hard enough that Clary nearly fell out of her seat.
She could hear him swearing under his breath, "Shit, shit shit," He whispered, "I fucking have the daughter."
Clary's throat dried as she tried to swallow.
She met his gaze again in the review mirror as she reached for the door handle and the locks came down.
Clary's blood boiled as she lunged forward and dug her nails at his shoulders. He cried out as she started hitting and scratching him, the car swerving a little and his free hand grabbing at her hands to stop them from causing damage. He swore at her as she pulled his hair with all of her might. It was hard for her, her breathing already ragged and scratching as she needed to cough. Her sickness made her fatigued and weak.
It wasn't long until he pulled behind a store and slammed the breaks hard enough for her to go flying into the seat in front of her and nearly break her nose.
She stayed on the floor of the car as he jumped out of the car with the keys and locked the door.
Clary's heart raced, her stomach churned, her hands sweated as she watched another car pull up and two other men jump out.
She could hear their mumbles from right outside the door as another tall black haired man and a blonde man came out of the car.
"Are you trying to get attention driving like that?" The new black haired boy said.
The new black haired boy had his hair combed back and was sleeked back. His eyes were dark and his face was rounder, but he shared the same sharp features as the first boy. He was taller, more muscular than both of the boys.
The blonde boy combed his long fingers through his longer curly hair. His darker eyebrows pulled over his gold eyes in frustration. His jaw was square, his nose also crooked and stature thinner than the other men. They all wore dark clothing that clung to them like a second skin, their muscles showing.
"I have the girl." Said the first one. Clary's heart stopped when they all looked at the car that she was in.
"You have his daughter? What the hell, how?" The second black haired man asked. Clary started panicking. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to get out of the car quietly and quickly without them hearing the car door open.
She crawled over to the opposite side as she used her nails to get the thin lock out from the hole it hid in as she listened to their conversation.
"She was in the back seat laying down, I didn't even see her. But now we have better leverage."
Clary's nails hurt as she kept trying to grab the lock.
"It's better than the wife, he cheats on her all the time, he'll care for her much more."
Clary winced, what did they know about her family.
"But she's a firecracker. Someone's gotta hold her down."
Clary swallowed as she slid the lock up. She was running out of time.
"Jace, go in and hold her down, I'll follow you two."
Clary began to pull the door handle slowly as it opened, the loud opening made her heart stop with it.
"Lilith will be pissed we don't have the wife though."
Their voices were much more clearer as Clary opened the door, climbing out into the cool air.
"Screw Lilith, she'll be happy with what she's got. Now get in the car and control that little lion, we can't be dilly dallying."
Clary took a deep breath and started running, not daring to look back. Her legs shook from how weak her illness made her feel but the adrenaline in pulsing in her kept her knees from giving out.
"Shit! She's running!" She heard one of them say, and her heart nearly snapped. She knew that they'd catch up to her in no time, but she kept running. Her throat hurt and her lungs ached as she needed to let out a coughing fit, but held it in as she made her way towards the sounds of the highway.
Okay, so a little far fetched, like I said, I'm not in love with this, but bear with me.
I hope you're enjoying this, I've still got a few hours before I have to get going, so I'll try to post another chapter, so stay posted.
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