Chapter One:

Clary was lying on her bed at ten at night and was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram when a notification from Izzy popped up. She sat up on the bed and read the text.

Call me

She immediately switched from Instagram to FaceTime and called Izzy. It didn't take more than a few seconds until the call had already connected and Clary could see Izzy's make up free face on her screen.

"What's going on?" Clary asked confused staring at her screen. Izzy seemed like she just came out of the shower.

"Haven't you heard yet? Jace is coming home tomorrow", she responded.

Immediately Clary's face went white and she dropped the phone on her lap. He wasn't supposed to come home for another four weeks. Clary was sitting on the bed in shock and was trying to process what Izzy just said. Izzy kept calling Clary's name asking if she was still there. Startled, Clary picked up the phone again and told Izzy that she would call her later and hung up. She fell on her back on the bed and stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours.

Jace had moved to Texas last fall because of a scholarship he got. He was one of the most successful soccer players in his age-group. He has been playing for as long as Clary can remember. She remembered when she and Izzy were little and they would be playing by the side of the field waiting for Alec's, Jace's and Jonathan's practice to be done. Their parents were always so supportive of the boy's hobby that they would drag the girls to every single practice and game the boys had. Clary's mom Jocelyn was the only one who wasn't pushing the girls to play soccer themselves. Clary still did play for almost seven years until she quit because of the accident.

Suddenly a piercing bang could be heard from downstairs. She quickly checked the time: 12:30 AM. Loud thuds could be heard as someone was walking up the stairs. Oh shit, Clary thought as she quickly hid her phone under her pillow and turned off the lamp by the nightstand. She turned to her side so her back was facing the door and pretended to be asleep as the door swung open.

"Clarissa Morgenstern I know you are still awake" Valentine said and walked over to my bed. He grabbed my blanket and ripped it off the bed revealing me in my pajamas. He then proceeded to grab my pillow and yanked it from under my head. He then found what he was looking for. He grabbed my phone and held it up high.

"Didn't we agree on no phones in the room at night?" he asked raising one eyebrow. I turned on my other side to see his expression. He was smirking. Thank god Clary thought to herself. Him smirking meant that he wasn't actually mad.

"I'm sorry! It's all Izzy's fault anyway. She called me and I had to answer or she would have walked all the way over here to tell me- ," I realized what I had said and quickly shut up.

"Tell what?"

"Nothing"

"So technically she wouldn't have walked over here if it really was 'nothing'

"I mean- well-" I couldn't form an argument against that logic.

"Clarissa I am very disappointed in you. No laptop in your room for a week."

"But dad! I'm an adult! You can't control me anymore. I'm moving out this week for college anyway. I need my laptop for that!"

"As long as you are living under my roof, you have to live by my rules!"

"Okayy" I groaned. "But can you please leave now? I really need some sleep now. Why were you being so loud when you came anyway? Are you mad about something?"

"Quit asking questions and go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning. And by the way, I'm taking this," he said holding up my phone as he walked out of the room.

"And close the door!" I yelled but of course he left it open. I groaned again, climbed out of my bed, walked across the room just to close the door and climbed back to bed.

I couldn't fall asleep again. I kept thinking about why dad was so mad and why Jace was coming back early. I kept thinking about the accident and everything it affected. It was well past 4 AM when I finally fell asleep again.