A/N Sorry it's been awhile but school just got out so I've been a little busy and with getting Lord of Shadows I've had a lot on my mind.

Its come to my attention that I've been switching to first and third person off and on I'm sorry for that if that confused people so I'm going to stick to first person POVS.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments only this plot everything else belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Jace's POV

It's been a week since we've seen Clary. She hasn't gone to school, work, and hasn't answered her phone.

"Jace," Isabelle taps my shoulder taking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah," I say.

"I'm worried about her," She says with a tear going down her cheek.

"Me too, but we can't go over there. Not yet."

"What are we gonna do?" Iz aks.

"More like what do you think's happening?" Asks Alec.

"We don't know," I tell him.

"Well you need to figure it out," He exclaims.

"We know Alec," shouts Iz.

"I'm going for a walk," I announced.

I walk out the door head down the street towards the nearest park. I sit on a bench in front of the pond thinking of Clary.

Clary's Pov

The cut looks to be infected its got yellow pus coming out and it has a green tinge to it. That's why I've been a no-show at school, it leaks through the bandage and then through the shirt.

I put on a long sleeve shirt and a sweater, jeans, and converse because I need to get out of the house it's like all the walls are trying to suffocate me.

I walk to a park where it should be empty at this time. I see the pond and sit on the ground watching the water ripple while breathing in the fresh air instead of beer, rubbing alcohol, and drinking alcohol.

"Clary," someone says behind me.

I turn around and see Jace Herondale with his hair tousled and gold eyes full of worry. I also notice that there are bags under his eyes like he hasn't slept for days.

"Jace," I sigh knowing there's going be questions.

"Clary where have you been?" demands Jace.

"Home."

"Then why haven't you gone to school or work?"

"Sick."

"To sick to answer your phone," shouts Jace.

I flinch at his tone but is quickly replaced by anger and saddness. I stand up and turn around getting ready to shout at him.

"What happened to your cheek?" Jace whispers

I turn around and start walking away so I wouldn't cry. I saw the look on his face saddness, pity, and anger. Anger I don't know why but thats what I saw.

"Clary what happend," He demands as he grabs my arm.

I sqeak in pain when he grabs the cut. He looks at my arm then my face. Jace goes to pull up the sleeve.

"Jace leave me alone," I shout pulling away.

"Clary whats going on?" He asks.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"Fine come to the house this week though Isabelle is worried out of her mind."

"Okay."

I walk in my apartment go straight to my room and see someone at my desk. My brother.

"Jonathan," I yell out and run to give him a hug.

"Hey Clare. How you been?" Jon asks.

"Fine," I lie.

"Whats been going on here?" He asks as he flops on my bed. Hid pale blonde hair seems to be longer then normal and his green eyes a little brighter.

"Nothing new," I say as I sit next to him.

"What happened to your cheek get in a fight."

"No fight."

"Dad," He snarls guessing at the look on my face. He gets up and starts to walk towards the door.

"No Jon, please don't," I stand grabbing his arm.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"You know why. Remember what happened last time."

"I remember."

"How long you gonna be here?" I ask.

"About a month maybe longer."

Jace POV

I walk inside to see Izzy and Max arguing.

"I saw Clary," I announce.

"You did?" questions Isabelle.

"Yeah at the park," I tell her.

"Was she okay?' She asks.

"She wasn't up for opening up."

"Did she look okay?" Asks Max. Who was also has been worried about her. He has a bit of a crush on the sixteen year old.

"Kinda she had this bruise on her cheek," I inform them.

"I'm going over there," Iz shouts.

"Iz she'll be over some time this week."

"Three days Jace thats what she has. Then I'm going over there," She tells me.