The blaring of the alarm woke Clary up abruptly from her dreamless sleep. Light poured through into her room, disturbing the darkness. Stretching herself awake, Clary momentarily forgot the events that transpired last night. But as quickly as she had woken up, the memories quickly came flooding back.
Jonathan coming into her room, staring at her, climbing on top of her, kissing her. And to top it all of, he threatened her to keep quiet!
Clary felt sick. Why was her own brother doing this to her? He had never been like this before, never given any signs that he felt like this. It was wrong, it was disgusting, it was incest. She couldn't tell anyone, it was embarassing that she was letting this happen. She was tougher than this. Sighing, Clary lifted the covers off of her and stood up. Opening her door, she heard the shower running. Jonathan's door was shut, so it wasn't him. It was probably her Mom or her Dad. They were the CEO's of a huge company called The Circle, so they were frequently busied with work. They went away on business meetings quite a lot, Clary usually didn't mind, but since Jonathan's revalation last night, she feared the thought of being alone with him.
Down in the kitchen, Clary was buttering herself some toast, hoping she didn't run into Jonathan before she left for school. But considering they lived under the same roof, and they usually walked to school together, that hope was fading fast. She couldn't just drastically change her behaviour toward Jonathan, because then Valentine and Jocelyn would become suspicious. How could so much change in the course of one night?
Deciding her toast was buttered enough, Clary turned around to put it back in the fridge. But standing in the entrance, somehow without making any noise, was Jonathan. Clary gasped and dropped the butter tub. Slowly, Jonathan started advancing towards Clary, making every footstep deliberate. Clary backed away from her brother until she felt the back of the counter. Closing the gap between them, Jonathan leant in close to Clary, hands either side of her, his face inches from hers. She could feel her heart thumping away in her chest, sweat dripping from her head. Jonathan's onyx black eyes were staring straight into her own eyes, before they began eagerly wandering down her body. Clary wanted to throw up.
"Have a good sleep, Clarissa?" Jonathan asked, smirking. His eyes were back to hers now, but his eyelids were slitted in lust. His breathing was shallow, whereas Clary's was erratic.
"Get away from me, Jonathan. I mean it."Clary snarled, not wanting to be the scared little girl she was last night. But Jonathan's smile only grew wider.
"Oh, Clary, that's no way to talk to your big brother like that. You don't want me to get angry, do you?" Jonathan replied, his voice like silk, yet Clary could easily sense a dangerous undertone to it. Not wanting to occur his wrath, she nodded.
"Good girl."Jonathan sneered, grabbing one of Clary's pieces of toast, biting into it savagely. He lifted himself away from Clary and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Clary leaning on the counter. Feeling like she couldn't even stomach one piece of toast, Clary ran back upstairs to get changed. Not looking where she was going, Clary slammed into the chest of her father, Valentine. He looked basically like an older version of Jonathan, same snow white locks and the same dark eyes. It was eerie how much they looked alike, yet Clary looked identical to her mother. Valentine looked down at his daughter.
"Careful Clary, you could hurt yourself rushing around like that!"Valentine warned, but his eyes held no harshness. He was dressed in his business suit, looking as smart as he always did.
"Sorry Dad! I was just um, gonna get ready for school!" Clary answered, smiling up at her father. Valentine smiled back.
"Well, go on then. Have a good day at school."He replied, kissing the top of Clary's head, before letting her go past. After heading up a couple of steps, Valentine called out to her.
"Oh, Clary, I forgot to say. Your mother and I have to attend a meeting tonight, so we won't be back until at least 10. Your dinner is in the fridge." He said, before heading down the stairs.
Clary paled at the thought of being left alone with her deluded, insane, perverted brother for seven hours. A lot could happen in that time, and Clary didn't want it to. Kissing was one thing, what if he actually tried to...
The thought sent a chill down Clary's spine. He wouldn't go that far, would he?
"Bye Clary! Bye Jonathan! We'll see you tonight!"Jocelyn called out, waving her children off. Clary waved back, Jonathan gave a nod. Leaving home usually felt like such a big pain to Clary, the walk, the tedious classes, the irritating people, and then the walk home. But now, Clary saw leaving the house as a sense of freedom, escaping from the cage that kept her close to Jonathan. Clary snuck a look at Jonathan to see what he was doing, only to find he was staring straight back at her. She quickly averted her gaze, but not in time to miss the smirk he gave her.
"I suppose you want an explanation for last night?"Jonathan asked, picking at his nails as if they were having a casual conversation about the weather, not why he passionately kissed his sister last night. Clary looked at him with shock.
"Oh no, Jonathan. I definently don't want a reasonable explanation as to why you kissed me last night! And then threatened me to keep quiet, and then harrased me this morning in the kitchen! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Clary yelled, seeing as there was no one around to hear them. Jonathan barely blinked.
"Clary, isn't it obvious why I did what I did? I want you. You are mine. No matter what you do or say, you will always belong to me. There is no escape. And the sooner you accept that, the easier this will all be on you." Jonathan responded with a husky voice, keeping as close to Clary as he could.
This was not happening.
