We were at the lightwoods door when Jace touched my cheek, turning me towards him and kissing me again. It was short and sweet, and afterwards our foreheads touched. "We've got to stop doing this." I whispered, looking down.

"Yeah." He kissed me again. "We really do."

After he kissed me again, I pulled away with a short laugh, testing the door. It was locked, and right as I was about to give up in trying to find out the code on the lock and ask Jace, my phone buzzed.

The code is 780373, whenever you two are done passing DNA.

Iz!

;)

I typed the code in, and Jace mouthed 'How did you know that?'

I mouthed back 'Your stalking sister.'

He raised an eyebrow, and I nodded.

Just as we passed the kitchen and were about to head up the stairs, the kitchen light flicked on. Isabelle sat at the head of the kitchen table, eating ice cream with her feet proper up on the table in front of her. "Hey, guys." She said, smirking. Max, whom I'd met last night, sat at her feet, cross-legged with his own bowl of ice cream. When I looked down at him, he made kiss faces at me. "Alright Max, time to go to bed before mom and dad catch you up."

"But I'm not finished with my rocky road!"

"Dude, your bowl is empty."

Pouting, he put his bowl in the sink and slinked up the stairs.

"Oh, and Clary, I'll be upstairs while you decide which bed you're sleeping in tonight." She ran up the stairs as I took a half-hearted swing at her. I followed her, but not before I heard Jace's laugh. How long had it been since I'd heard it? It seemed like forever. By the time I caught up with Isabelle, who was much taller than me, which meant that she ran so much faster, she was in her bed, pretending the be asleep. I took my side, and poked her nose until she opened her eyes, flicking me in the fore head. "Ouch!"

"Ha ha!" She sat up, and I followed, copying her posture of a straight back and crossed legs.

"So, are you and my brother like, a thing again? Oh, and sending him was my way of you paying me back."

"I figured. It seemed like your style." I was glad she was avoiding what I knew was really on her mind.

But then she wasn't. "Jace told me what—"

"No. I will not, under any circumstances talk about that. I won't."

I wanted to go to Simon, tell him what happened, and then buy a few more Mangas with him from Eddy's. But, no, that wasn't going to happen and never would again. How many times was I going to cry this week? I decided to end this before it happened. "I'm tired. It's been a long day. I'll talk to you in the morning."

I turned away from her and layer down, hugging the covers to my chin. I heard her lay down, and soon her breathing turned deep and I knew she was asleep. It took me a while to get the same way.

I woke up to the sound of yelling.

"Iz! GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM!"

"NO!"

Oh, sibling life. I snuggled back into the covers and fell asleep again. My phone woke me up the next time, and it was much later. I reached over and grabbed it off of the white nightstand. "Hello?" I asked, siting up and stretching my arms.

"Hello, Clary."

"Who is this?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. You know, you've caused me a lot a stress recently. You were supposed to be on that bus. You know, you're the reason it went over the edge. I guess now I'll just have to find another way to kill you."

"What? Who the hell is this?"

"None of your matter. Oh, and your coffee is getting cold. Today it's a snoopy mug." I turned to the bedside table. A snoopy mug sat there. "Yes, you're wondering how do I know this? Well, I'll let you figure that out."

The line went dead. I threw my phone down on the bed and raced out of the room, and down the stairs. "Clary?" I heard Jace's voice. I ignored him, racing out the door. I ran into the yard, looking in all the bushes, trees, cars, everything.

"Clary, what are you doing?"

I turned and looked at him, and then ran past him, spotting a wire. I followed it to Isabelle's window.A pot of tulips dat on the edge of the window, and in them was a small camera. I pulled myself up on the over head on the porch, crawling slowly across it. "Clary, are you out of your mind? You're going to get yourself killed!"

I grabbed the plant and yanked, snapping the cord. The effect sending me tumbling. I landed on a patch of grass, wincing at the paralyzing shock it sent throughout my body. I ignored the biting pain and rolled over, throwing the camera down on the side walk over and over again. The shattered pieces lay there, along with something that obvious didn't belong. I picked up the piece of paper, my hands trembling. Jace knelt next to me, his eyes wide and scared.

You broke my camera! It was expensive, you bitch. But no bother. I've got others. No matter how many things you break, I'll always be watching, waiting.

I shook my head back and forth fast. "No, no, no, no…"

"Clary, what is it?"

"It's because of me."

"What is?"

"The crash. I was supposed to be on it. Someone was trying to kill me. And they're not giving up."

"How do you know?"

"They just called me."

Isabelle came out of the open door. "Hey guys—woah. Explanation, please?"

Who could blame her for her reaction? I'm sure seeing her brother and I kneeling in the grass with a smashed camera in front of us was an odd sight.

"What did you come out her for?"

"Well, I just got a call front eh hospital. Sebastian is awake. Anyone want to join me in murdering him?"

"I'm all in, but first we have to talk." He looked at me. "All of us."

"God, I am so glad I've been getting dressed in the bathroom lately." Isabelle said.

I'd told them both everything.

Jace tried to take my hand under the table, but I pulled away, ignoring his shocked look. Last night had been a mistake. Especially now that Sebastian was awake. I didn't want to be touched by anyone right now, anyways. The only person I wanted to touch me was my mom, but I'd lost her hugs and everything that came with her a long time ago.

"What do we do?"

"We do nothing. We act like we know nothing. We go see Sebastian in the hospital, pretend we don't know what he did. We act like whoever this person is didn't get to us. We pretend everything if fine even when it's all gone to hell."

"That's the worst plan ever." Jace said.

"Exactly. Then, when everyone think's they've got us, we strike in with our real plan."

"Which is?"

"Expose them. I'll…tell the authorities about him. Sebastian. Then…I've got my own plans for the other problem."

The hospital felt worse this time. We all walked in to Sebastian's room together. His parents were already there. "Hello, children." She said, smiling at us. "We'll let you guys be alone."

She smiled at us and then she and her husband walked out of the room.

As soon as they left, Sebastian smiled smugly at us. "Feeling better?" Jace asked.

"Yeah, man. I get out tomorrow. The drugs they give you in the joint are kick ass."

"Have you taken any today?"

"Not yet."

"Good, then this will hurt as much as it should."

And then her reared back his fist and punched Sebastian, hard. There was a sickening crack and then blood gushed from his nose, staining the hospital gown.

"What the hell man!?"

"That's for touching her." Jace said in a voice that made me a little scared before security dragged us all out.

I held the phone in my hand to my ear, hearing it ring. "St. Augustine PD."

Come on, Clary. You can do this. "Yes, I'd like to…report a crime."