This chapter. I hate it. I am tired and my head hurts and I HAVE MUD IN MY FUCKING EAR! I am not in the best mood and this sort of reflects that. The only thing that I'm happy with is the Sizzy. Which there seems to be alot of. I really don't like this chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Alec P.O.V.-

Alec had driven home muttering profanities under his breath. I can't believe it! That kid, his bid was after the dead line, it shouldn't count! Alec thought. Alec was ruined he felt like a failure. When he got to his house, he stormed through the rooms to his bedroom. He sat on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. He decided to call Luke an tell him what had happened. Luke had simply said to go back tomorrow night. As soon as Luke hang up, Jace called.

"What?!" Alec snapped.

"I need you to pick me up." Jace said, calmly.

"Why?" Alec asked.

"Because I'm done with what I was doing, genius."

"Fine give me 25 minutes."

When Alec got back to Pandemonium Jace was standing against the brick wall, looking up at the sky. Alec drove to the spot where Jace was standing and told him to get in.

"How are you?" Jace asked.

Alec started to drive away. "How do you think I'm doing, Jace? I am pissed. I haven't seen my sister in 7 years. And I was close. So fucking close! But some kid, who probably hasn't ever even been laid before took that from me." Alec ranted. Jace started to laugh. Laugh of all things. Alec rolled his eyes and pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Alec, it's one more night. Can't you wait 24 hours?" Jace asked, laughing.

"Jace, I know I can go back, it just makes me mad that I have to wait longer." Jace laughed again.

Alec just kept driving. He left Jace in the car when they got to their house. He stormed up to his room. He sat on his bed and looked down at his phone. Luke and Jace clearly aren't going to help me. Jordan and Maia are most likely doing who knows what. Who else could I… oh. Alec looked at his phone and mustered up his courage. He scrolled through his contacts and found Magnus's name.

He waited for Magnus to pick up. And when he did it was different from some things that Alec had heard before.

"Unless you are God Himself or a glitter sales-man, you had better have a good reason for interrupting my beauty sleep!" Magnus said. Alec stifled a laugh.

"Hi, Magnus, this is Alec." He said in a rush of air.

"Ooohhh. Why hello, Alexander. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Magnus asked. Alec wasn't used to being called by his full name and it made him feel like he was in the 18th century the way Magnus phrased things.

"Just to talk. No one else is being very helpful." Alec heard a crash and a loud meow. Magnus didn't talk for a long time. Alec pulled his phone away from his ear and looked at it to see if the connection had been lost or if Magnus just couldn't do anything. He sighed and put his phone down. Well, he thought, that was helpful.

Alec woke up to his phone ringing. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was 2 a.m. I swear if this is Luke I am going to stab him with a spork. He thought. He grabbed his phone and answered. "Hello?" He asked groggily.

"Helloooo, Alexander! This is Magnus!"

"Magnus, why are you calling me at this unholy hour?" Alec asked, his voice rasping.

"To talk, because that's what you wanted to do." Magnus said, happily.

"Magnus, that was 4 hours ago! Why are you calling now?"

"Because four hours ago I couldn't talk. Now, four hours later, I can talk."

"Okay, I was just going to talk about how I didn't get to talk to Isabelle tonight. No one else was being helpful, so I figured I would try to see if I could talk to you." Alec said. He expected to get the same answer he had been getting all night, but Magnus was being helpful.

"Alec, it's been a long time since you've seen your sister, and I understand that you want to see her. But the world isn't a wish making factory. You're going to go back. You don't need me to tell you that. Everything that happens, happens for a reason. Maybe it's for the better that you didn't get to go into see Isabelle tonight. Maybe it's just another day in Hell for her, but whatever it is, you and Jace are going to fix it. So stop acting like a four year old girl and grow a pair!" Magnus said.

It was times like these when Alec could imagine Magnus being a thousand years old. That is until he told him to grow a pair. That kind of ruined the whole thing. But Alec was still thankful that Magnus was able to tell him that. He thanked Magnus and hung up. He didn't want to talk any longer. He laid back on his bed and let Magnus's words sink in. He knew Magnus was right, but it didn't do anything to numb the aching in Alec's chest.

Simon P.O.V.-

Simon didn't know what he was doing. He didn't kiss people, people didn't kiss him. When he went to kiss Isabelle it was like something had taken control of his body. His mind was telling his body to stop, but he couldn't control it. She's going to push me off. He thought, worriedly. She's going to tell me to never come back. That's it I've ruined everything. And I was starting to like her. Crap! What am I doing?

Simon was scared that he would get thrown out. So when Isabelle kissed him back he was on cloud 9. She pulled back a bit and looked at him. "Simon, what are you doing?" She asked him. He answered honestly, because he didn't know what he was doing. He just knew that he like this girl. He kissed her again and he felt her smile against his lips.

She deepened the kiss and she wrapped her hands around his neck tighter. He was ecstatic. Simon didn't know what to think. He just sat there and let Isabelle do what she wanted. She ran her hands up under his shirt and wrapped her arms around his torso. She pulled her mouth away from his and just laid her head in the crook of his neck. "Simon, she said, I want to sleep."

"Okay." He said. He kept standing there, until she smirked and pulled him to the bed. He laid down next to her and she curled into his side. He didn't know what to do… again. I feel like a 12 year old. He thought. He relaxed and smiled. This could be nice, he thought falling asleep.

When Simon woke up Isabelle was still asleep. He left her another note and left. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling in his stomach. Simon shut the door behind him, his eyes lingering on Isabelle's figure. He turned away and walked out of the building. But no matter what he did he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen to him.

Clary's P.O.V.-

Clary had went to her own room when Jace left and had taken three hours to fall asleep. She wasn't about to trust a person she had just met. Much less tell him why her police records didn't match the story she was telling him. She wanted to believe that he could get them out of there, but she didn't know if she could. She also wanted to tell Izzy, but she knew not to. She had made a promise and she intended to keep it.

Clary spent most of her day alone, so that she could wallow in self-pity and despair. When Isabelle talked to her she told her that she felt sick. Clary should have been happy, but instead she was looking on the downside of things.

When Aaron came in with the papers Clary grabbed hers quickly and her shoulders sagged in relief. Jace had come. She put on some jeans and a tank top, not bothering with her makeup. She went to her room and waited until she could go to Jace and talk. She decided she would tell him what had sat on the bed and he sat next to her.

"Hey, Clary."

"Hi, Jace. You know how you asked me to tell you why your police records didn't line up with what I told you?" He nodded. "I'm going to tell you."

"Go on with it." He said smirking.

"When I turned six my dad and my brother started to abuse me. My brother would tie my mother down and make her watch him rape me. He would always stop, but my dad worse. He had this house in the middle of nowhere and he had closets full of clothes and make up and shoes. And he would make me wear them. Technically, I was a prostitute before I came here. There I was just free." She looked down at her hands and curled her knees to her chest.

"There's more that that isn't there?" Jace asked. She nodded and kept talking.

"When I was eight I ran away, because I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to hurt anymore. At first I went to my parent's friend Luke's house. I told him what happened and he believed me. I stayed at his house for 3 days before my dad came there. He went on a rampage. He was screaming that he knew I was here and that if I didn't come out he would cut Luke. Luke ran to where I was and he told me to get out. I ran and I didn't look back." Clary was crying. This was the first time in forever that she had told anyone any of this. "When I was 11 I met a girl named Isabelle. She ran away, because some freak did things to her. She stayed with me because she wanted a friend. We stayed together until we were 12. We were sleeping on a bench in a park. I remember that we were curled up together and all of the sudden something went over my head and I blacked out. Next thing I know we were here in this Hell hole."

Jace looked at her. He pulled his laptop out and started to type. "Can I ask you what your dad's name is?" He asked.

"His name is Valentine Morgenstern." Clary said, trying to compose herself. She saw Jace's expression change. "What?" she asked

"He was taken to jail, after you disappeared. And the other inmates killed him when they found out what he was there for." Jace looked at her, his expression one of worry. Like he thought she would care. A normal person would have felt some sort of remorse of sadness, but for the first time Clary felt happy. She felt incredible. She knew it was wrong, but she also didn't care. The monster who made her childhood miserable was gone. But what about Jon? She thought.

Guess who's P.O.V.-

"Oh this is bad. This is really, really bad!'

Again I am really sorry this chapter wasn't that great. I deserve hate. Please review! Thanks to everyone who reviews, favorites, or follows!

I will see you all on Tuesday or Wednesday. Hopefully it'll be better.