Jace
When I come too I lay in the position I collapsed in. But I don't dare move, not a twitch of my hand or flutter of eyelash, to show I'm conscious. It won't last long because of the excruciating pain in my back will force my will but I need to become aware of my surroundings.
I listen and I hear breathing to my left. I slightly move my head in that direction but stop quickly when it moves my back and I take in a sharp hiss of air. The person in the room stands and walk towards me and is followed by another, lighter, pair.
A hand grabs my face and shakes it swiftly. "I know your awake Jonathan so stop acting and sit up." I squeeze my eyes tight and groan lightly. I open my mouth and try to speak and say "Give me a stele." But why comes out is "Gi_h mm eel" The itatze won't much healing wise, do to the poison, but it does heal some outside wounds and awaken me a little.
Right now it feels like my mind has been filled with sand cause I can't even think straight. I feel fathers glare on my back but since an 8 ton elephant is sitting on my eyelids I don't see it. He mutters to the person beside him who I assume is Clary to go and get a bucket of water and he stands to get the stele.
The door opens and closes and the foot steps fade away. I wait for the burn of the stele but it doesn't come yet. Instead a head grabs the top of my shoulder. Which is the less injured part of my body but it still stings. I hiss and jerk which makes it worse and I get dizzy and flop back down on the ground. My mind gets fuzzy and I hear "Oh no you don't. You aren't going unconscious again." He digs his thumb in again and adrenaline shoots through me. Well enough for me to jerk away from his hand and move away from him. I'm halfway on my hands and knees now with my back towards the ceiling but head turned away from him. I groan low and deep and wrench my eyes open.
The light is almost non-existent in the room and blood spatters the floor and walls near me. I look down and my chest and arms are also covered also either from the wounds there or from freely flowing blood. Oh but not enough blood to kill me. Never that much. Just enough to scare me to do his will. I roll over and sit on my butt and lean on the wall on the top part of my back which he spared. This time. I lean my head back and shut my eyes again. Everything I do is slowly and calculating because 1: the poison has slowed me down. 2: I don't want to hurt myself any further. And 3: I don't want to set him off again.
He stalks over and grabs my chin. "Now Jonathan. I don't know why you are protecting this person but this isn't time for your foolish games. I have waited and dallied for a day for your back to set till I made you conscious. I have waited long enough. I need you to tell me who has Clave blood in that school. It is of utmost importance. Now tell me who saw you and I will heal you."
Why do I bother to withhold it. Clary works for him anyways. Which stings. I thought I actually had a friend but turns out she was just a spy for father to keep me in check and make sure I was doing my job. I look up and open my mouth to answer when the door opens and Clary walks back in.
Clary
I woke this morning earlier than I usually do. It probably had something to do with the early hour I fell asleep. I lay in bed for 10 minutes just thinking and decide to pull myself together. I walk across the hall and I shut the bathroom door. I do my morning routine and before I get dressed I decide to do my homework, which I neglected when I fell asleep, in my pajamas.
Afterward I gets dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I go downstairs and realize I'm the first one down. I make a bowl of Rice Krispies and chop bananas in it and grab the jar of peanut butter. I bring it to the table and start to eat. I am scraping my spoon to get lose rice kernels out when Jonathan walks down the stairs and slumps in the chair across from me in his pj attire. (Shirtless) He puts his head on the table and he groans.
I smirk and look at him for a second before I stand up, wash my bowl out with cold water, and keep my heads under there extra long and walk towards him and stick my hands on his shoulder blades. He jumps and screeches like a girl and falls back down. He's awake now. I run away and up the stairs.
"Clarrrrry!" My brother screams and pulls himself up off the ground and races after me. I look behind me and he's almost caught me and I scream. I get to my door and I shut it in his face. He pounds on it and says "What the hell was that for!?"
I don't know if he's talking about the door slamidge or the cold hands but I assume its the latter.
Either way I laugh and reply as I grab my bag from the chair. "For lying to mom about Jace and making her think I have a sex life." The only sex I've ever had was forced upon me in an alley. I don't plan on having it willingly any time soon. But he doesn't know that so I don't hold it against him, as in Jonathan, not the guy in the alley. I definitely blame him for that. I open my door and go down stairs and go outside.
As I climb in the driver side door I get lost in thought of that night.
I don't think it's that bad but my judgement is biased I guess. If you're not into reading about this type of situation skip till the italics are over or after the first line.
Flashback
Clary
It was day 15 of being "invisible" for lack of a better word . (2 weeks before she and Jace were "introduced" and 6 weeks before present time) and I was getting scared. The boy from the dream had came back 2 times again with the same thing and last night I asked him his name before I fell. He said it was Sebastian. I then woke up like I have been. Gasping and feeling like I had fallen down the hole.
I am still going to school. After I realized everyone was ignoring me and couldn't see me I stopped going for a couple days but I got bored easily and came back cause I didn't want to get far behind.
I was on my way back home after school. There was a new kid today. His name was Jace. He kept staring right at me. He could see me. I noticed. It scared me but excited me. I thought he'd have answers and help me get back to normal. But as today wore on and he didn't approach me my hopes dwindled to a simmer and burned out. He can't help me. He probably did this to me and is laughing at me on the inside.
As I'm lost in thought I don't realize i'm being followed till he's on me. He grabs me and pulls me off the sidewalk and down an area between two buildings and keeps pulling me through different alleys till I'm lost and I don't know where I am.
I pull my arm and push and shove at him. "Let go!" "Stop!" "What're you doing?" "Who are you?" When I realize he's not letting go or answering me I stop to save my energy. He turns again and stops in a certain nook between two warehouses. There's an old beat up couch by a dumpster. He turns to me and pulls his hood down. I gasp. He's the boy in my dream. Sebastian. ( I bet you didn't see that coming. Note: sarcasm)
"I apologize for the surroundings but I couldn't bring you to my house. You see, then you'd go straight to the police and they'd know where I live." He pauses for effect and squeezes one of the arms in his hands causing me to tremble. "Oh but wait they can't see you, can they?" I gasp. He knows. He did this to me. And I get mad.
" Tell me what you did! Why can't they see me? I don't no what I did to you! Who are you?" By this time I'm screaming and pounding his chest with my fists.
"I've already told you, Clarissa. I'm Sebastian."
"I DONT CARE WHAT YOUR NAME IS! WHY DID YOU DRAG ME HERE? Why can't anyone see me!?"
"You'll wish you didn't cut to the chase so fast Clarissa. I came here to do this."
He shoves me against the warehouse wall and kisses me. I gasp in surprise. Which opens my mouth and he shoves his tongue in there. No no no. I shove him away and he just bends his head down and starts to kiss his way to my neck. He goes down to the collar of my shirt.
When his mouth is off mine I start to scream. He ignores it. His hands make there way up. He shoves it up and now it's gone. He grabs my waste and pulls me over to the couch and shoves me onto it. There's a blanket on it to cover the dirt. How considerate.
No. He can't.
Well what else would he do in an abandoned alley, Clary? Hmm. Especially with a couch here! It's probably why he picked it.
Something in me awakens. Maybe it's the realization that he's not going to stop. Because by now my bra is also gone and he's got his mouth back on mine.
"Mmrph. Eeh hmmm! Sto-mhpm-p!" He does so and looks down. "What's that sweetheart?" I slump down and lightning quick I punch out and I get him in the nose. His head snaps to the side for a second and I try to wiggle free but he's far from incapacitated. He grabs me and shoves my shoulders into the couch arm. I cry out and that seems to egg him on.
"Don't try anything like that again! Or ill tie you up. I can do it either way." He slaps me and then sits up a little to pull his shirt off. And he proceeds to take everything I promised to only give to the person I loved.
Afterwards.
When he sits up and gets off me, I curl up in a ball. It hurts so bad. I can feel the blood in the middle of my legs where he tore me. He pulls his clothes on and looks at me. And says "I said I would save you at a price and that was only the beginning. I will be back to collect what is mine when the time comes." He turns around and walks away.
Hours pass and I realize I'm freezing. I sit up slowly and after the dizziness goes away I slip my bra and shirt on but when I try and put my panties on, it burns. I ignore those and thank god I wore a skirt today and I slip it on.
I stumble my way through the alleys and twist and turns with tears pouring down my eyes. The alleys are like a labyrinth but finally I make it to a familiar road and limp home. I go inside and shut the door as loudly as I can. No reaction. But I wasn't expecting one. I go and scrub off a much as I can but it doesn't work. I still feel dirty and wrong.
Disgusted.
I think/hope "This is only a dream."
I get jolted back in time by a beep of a horn and flashing lights. I look up. There's a car headed straight towards me. Well it's actually vice versa cause I'm on the wrong side of the road. I look to my right in a blur of tears and jerk the steering wheel but then the car hits me. And then I jerk to the side and hit the middle console. We slide and then I feel another impact go through my side of the car and the last thing I think is " Definitely a dream."
An: in the first chapter/ prologue I said Sebastian was in their classes. He's not. I hadn't developed my plot when I wrote that. I will edit it later.
Mmm yeah.
Am I going too fast?
Recommendation:
Shatter Me Trilogy by Tal(somethin) Mafi (but OHMYGODD this is the best book, in the history of utopian society love triangle but no competion in choosing who you want, series's ever! Which is Aaron!)
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