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RATED M:

WARNING: Incest themes & a violent scene.


Chapter 7

Clary - 16 years old.

Jace - 19 years old.


Clary finally turns sixteen today. For Clary's birthday Jace took her out to the garden and then they made cupcakes. Jace made her a special one with her name written in icing on it and with a candle for her to blow on. They had spent the entire day playing games, messing about and talking about their plans for the future, he quietly noted down all the things Clary wanted for the future, he is going to make sure he makes it happen for her, one way of another.

Jocelyn and Luke had left for the day, thank god. They probably want to give Clary one last day before they began their plan on her, but he was a few steps ahead of them. He has enough money for them to leave and he has the grades he needs for that scholarship. He is in now. He now just has to leave with Clary in the middle of one the upcoming nights. Jocelyn and Luke could do nothing. He is planning for it to be in a month. It is Monday today. He has some last minute arrangements to make before he can finally move them along securely.

Jace thinks that Jocelyn and Luke are going to wait until he has left for college to start their plan with Clary, which will be in a few weeks according to what he told them. He told them lies. He told them he is going to Boston University. He even showed them the offer they had sent him and they believed him when he had said he was going to accept it. They have no idea about his plans for New York, if Clary goes 'missing' and they suspect she's with Jace they'll be looking all the way in Boston.

Jace always thought that having information about how Jocelyn abused Jace would stop her from doing anything but Jace has no realised Luke is so fucked up and actually wants Clary that he won't care what Jocelyn has done to him. Hell, he probably already knows about it.

Clary still has no idea about the information Jace knows about Luke and Jocelyn. He won't tell her anyway. He wants her to sleep at night. He just does his job, protecting Clary from Luke and Jocelyn, and makes sure she is fine. He hasn't told her about his plans for her either, he doesn't want to get her hopes up if it doesn't go to plan, but Jace is a hundred percent confident it will all go to plan. He has no other choice.

Right now they are still in the garden. It's seven pm. Clary lies on Jace, tucked in the crook of his neck. Jace's arm is wrapped around her shoulders. They're watching the sunset. It sparks the sky to life, oranges, pinks, yellows burst from above the lowering sun. It makes the sky look lazy and delicious. Like you could eat the clouds. Jace and Clary know Luke and Jocelyn will be home in a few hours so they're using their time with each other wisely.

"I can't believe I'm finally sixteen." Clary whispers. "How much longer will I be stuck here? When will I finally be free?"

Jace looks over at Clary with worry in his eyes. She usually never questions her situation. She's so selfless. So understanding. She must be getting worried.

"It won't be much longer." Jace promises. "You're sixteen, right? You know what that means."

"What?" She sighs.

"It's only a while before you can leave for good." The truth is on his lips but he doesn't want to get her hopes up.

"Another two years? And who's to say she'd even let me? I can't live like this and in a few months you'll be gone too. What will I do then? I can't live with you gone." And you won't have to.

"It's going to be okay sweetheart. When you turn eighteen you're leaving them, even if I have to drag you by your beautiful head of hair and you'll live with me in my apartment in Boston." He says stubbornly, as if she has any choice. As if she'd want any other choice.

"Really?" She looks up at him gleefully.

He scoffs.

"Baby girl, if you thought you had any other choice but to come live with me, you were thinking very wrong."

"I'd love to." She whispers.

"Come here." Even though they're already holding each other pretty tight they find a way to come even closer. To entwine in a way no one would think is possible.

They lay there for a few minutes, but then Clary hitches her leg over his hip.

Jace inhales deeply.

Ever since a few months ago when Clary and Jace 'slipped up' they haven't touched much. They are very affectionate with each other as they are all that they have, but they don't touch each other in that way. Jace has to ignore the way he feels. He feels sick when he has to masturbate in the shower to stop himself from acting on his sister. His own damn sister. What a sick bastard. He wonders how it would feel to wrap his lips around her sweet nipples again. Does she taste as wonderful down there as she does there? He wishes he knew. He regrets not tasting her when he had the chance. He wants to see her come apart underneath him again. It's all he ever dreams off.

His self-control is slowly crumbling away. Relieving himself in the bathroom isn't doing it anymore. He can feel himself slowly start to crack. He knows sooner or later he's going to do something he'll regret. He just wants her so bad. They share a bed for god's sake. He'll do something he'll regret. He knows it. He just hopes when the time comes he'll have enough strength to stop.

Every night the words replay in Clary's head, "You're absolutely perfect. I fucking love your body. I can't stop thinking about you. I have to stop myself from jacking off to the image of you in my mind almost every night. I fucking want you so much." She wonders if he still feels like that. When he showers does he touch himself to her in his mind? Does he still want her? Does he think about her all the time? She wishes she knew. She knows that she thinks about him all the time. She never got to touch him the way she wanted to a few months ago. She wishes she could.

When she has the chance to take long baths when Jocelyn is out, she wishes he would storm into the bathroom and take her. Take her hard, rough and fast. She's read enough of Jocelyn's erotic books to know how hot sex can be. She wants it. Her urges have become worse. Every time she looks at Jace she gets hot and sweaty and when she accidently brushes up against him she gets so wet. She has to touch herself in the bathroom to relieve the ache. She's glad that Jace at least taught her that. After experiencing one thing with Jace she wants to experience it all, however she knows she won't give in. Oh well, a girl can dream and oh boy does Clary dream a lot.

Every night in bed Clary just wants to ravage Jace. She wants to kiss him till her lips ache so much that she can't move them. She wants to press herself against him until she doesn't know when he starts and she ends. She feels empty without her touch and she wants him to fill her, but unfortunately, a fine amount of space is kept between them and Jace usually keeps his hands to himself. He never turns his back on her though, not anymore. It's almost like he's afraid.

So that's why, right now, she has sneakily hiked her leg across his hips, casually pressing herself against him. As if they weren't close enough before. She just needs to give him a little push.

"Clary?" Jace mumbles.

"Hmm?" she snuggles into the crook of his neck.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Never better." She mutters.

She lifts her hand to wrap it around the back of his neck and twirl her fingers into the bottommost of his hair. Clary doesn't realise how uninhibited she is. No sixteen year old in the real world out there would come on to a nineteen year old like this.

"So, what do you want for your birthday?" You with a cherry on top.

"Would you get me if I really wanted it?" she asks.

"Of course I would. Anything to make you happy." Jace vows.

Clary becomes giddy. Maybe if she convinces him enough he would…

"What if it's something bad?" She whispers in his ear.

She feels the shiver that wracks through him. He lifts his hooded eyes to meet hers.

"What kind of bad?" he asks.

The sun has set now. The stars lighten up the dark sky for them. The shadowy night reflects the feelings looming in their eyes, the darkness, the evil, the sin.

"The kind of bad you've warned me about over and over again." She nips at his ear.

He lets loose a cracked quiet groan.

"Clary, no we-"

"Please Jace. Just one kiss. Please. That's all I'm asking for." She begs.

He doesn't know what to do. It's just a kiss. Would it be so wrong? It is her birthday. Shouldn't he just give her what she wants? Does it have to mean something?

"Why?" He is curious.

"I just want to feel your touch again. I miss you." she says sadly.

"I touch you all the time Clary." He reasons.

It is true though, it may not be the kind of touching she wants, but they do touch.

"I just miss the taste of someone's lips. I've been denied a social life my entire life, you know? I haven't had a boyfriend; I haven't got someone to love me like that. I just want a kiss." Her sadness destroys him.

He can't stand feeling so helpless and disgusted with himself for the way he has let life play out for Clary.

"Okay baby, I'll kiss you." he whispers.

She lifts her soulful eyes up and stares at with him so much hope he can feel it squeezing him from the inside. He wants to kiss her. So much. To feel her lips against his again. He regrets to say he has kissed other girls since he kissed her. He didn't sleep with any of them. He could never do that. He just had to curb the red-hot lust inside of him so he kissed meaningless girls outside of school. He could never tell Clary though.

He tilts his head upwards and angles it so their noses press against each other. Just as his lips press against her soft rosy ones he hears a car back into their driveway. Shit, Jocelyn and Luke!

They both realise they're still outside, it's a mess in the garden and they're at the back of the garden. Jocelyn and Luke will be inside the house in less than thirty seconds. They both scramble apart and grab the stuff in the grass and run for their lives for the door. Jace pushes Clary from behind to run faster. If he's caught outside it won't matter, but if she is…it's a whole different story. They run faster. God damn long gardens. Jocelyn is probably inside the house now. A little quicker…

But it's too late. Jocelyn stands by the garden door which leads to the house. She blocks it. Jace feels the blood rushing in his ear. He can't imagine how Clary must be feeling right now. He can hear look rambling on about nothing in the kitchen but he doesn't care about that. All he cares about is the girl in front of him and the fact that the woman in front of them is giving Clary the most frightening look he has ever seen.

"Jocelyn. I-I-I-we-we-were-" Clary stutters.

Jocelyn doesn't say anything. She doesn't even look Jace. He knows that the only thing she is doing is calming herself down so she doesn't hurt Clary in front of Luke.

"Come inside. The both of you. Now." She spits out.

Clary hangs her head as she steps inside. Jace follows her. His heart is racing. He knows he won't be the one to get abused. He can overpower Jocelyn. She wouldn't be able to do shit to him, but she could easily hurt Clary. He can't believe he let this happen. This is all his fault. He is supposed to be protecting Clary. He is supposed to make sure they never got caught, but they just did. Holy shit.

"Happy birthday Clary!" Luke yells, grinning at her.

Jace is a second away from ripping his arms out considering he's holding them out to hug Clary. He hugs her but she barely reacts or hugs back. Jace doesn't think she has even notices that Luke just hugged her. Her head must be filling with images of what Jocelyn might do or say. What if she didn't even say anything? That is wishful thinking on Jace's part.

Clary smiles grimly at Luke. Jocelyn smiles and talks to Luke without acting as if anything it up. But Jace knows deep down something is festering inside Jocelyn. She's going to explode.

Clary sits at the dining table, eating the small cake Jocelyn and Luke had bought her. She could just about swallow it down. She feels like throwing up. Her head is spinning. She can't believe that Jocelyn caught them outside. That hasn't happened ever. In the two years that they have been sneaking out they have never once been caught. She has no idea how Jocelyn is going to react to this. Clary has been under strict orders to never leave the house, ever.

After a while Luke leaves, saying he has some personal business to go about. Jocelyn, Clary and Jace are the only ones in the dining room now. Jocelyn sits there quietly eating some cake. Clary and Jace look at each other constantly, giving each other fleeting looks, wondering what's going to happen. Why she hasn't explode yet.

Jocelyn rises from her seat and so does Jace. She raises an eyebrow at him but doesn't say anything. Clary can feel the presence of Jocelyn from behind her. Clary wants to stand but she is too scared. She doesn't know what to think or what is going to happen.

"Clarissa, may I speak to you in private?" she asks quietly. Calmly.

The calm before the storm.

Some birthday this is.

"Uh, yeah. Sure Jocelyn." Clary follows Jocelyn out of the room.

She looks back at Jace who looks at her hopelessly. She gives him a smile that she hopes is comforting.

Jocelyn walks into her own bedroom. Clary has never been in Jocelyn's bedroom. A cluster of nerves strike Clary as she walks in behind Jocelyn. As quick as lightening Jocelyn reaches for the doorknob and locks it.

Clary's heart races faster. Why would she lock the door? What is she going to do?

"So Clarissa. Do you want to explain to me what that was earlier? What the HELL where you doing? You KNOW you're not allowed outside?" Jocelyn screams.

Clary trembles. She doesn't know what to say or do. She can just about hear Jocelyn. The sound of blood rushing is in her ear. Her head is pounding. She can feel the sweat pooling under her arms and on her forehead.

"Are you going to answer me? You're a pathetic excuse for a daughter." Jocelyn snarls.

"I-I'm so sorry." Clary chokes out.

"Sorry?! You're sorry? Who the fuck do you think you are disobeying my rules?!" she yells. Jocelyn is becoming frantic now. This isn't good.

"I'm sorry! I am! I just wanted a little bit of freedom. What harm came out of spending the day in the garden. I'm sixteen! I was with Jace! I wasn't going to run off or something!" she begs her to understand.

"Not fucking good enough Clarissa. I have rules. You follow them and if you don't…"

"I'm so sorry I'm so sorry!" Clary pleads over and over again. She watches as Jocelyn heads towards her closet, she opens the door and pulls something out.

"Apologies won't do anything. I told you Clarissa, you follow the rules or you are punished." Jocelyn steps forward, hiding something behind her back.

"What are you going to do to me?" Clary whispers.

"Punish you of course." Suddenly she strikes Clary right in the stomach.

The air swooshes right out of her. She feels herself fall to the ground. She can hear someone yelling on the other side of the door but she can't hear. There is too much blood in her ear.

"Does that feel good? Was that worth the breeze you felt when you were outside?" She hears some say distinctively.

A slap across the face. Clary tastes blood in her mouth. Her jaw aches. She is kicked in the stomach. She loses her balance and falls onto the floor.

"Please, stop." She groans.

It is silent for a second, she then hears Jace yelling on the other side of the door. He could hear her screaming. He can't protect her this time though.

"Since this is the first time you have disobeyed me, I'll go easy on you, but I must pass on the final message. Get on the bed Clarissa. On your knees." Jocelyn pushes her onto the bed and falls face forward. She falls on her knees.

Clary finally sees what Jocelyn was hiding behind her back. A whip.

"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" Clary whimpers.

"Beat you silly with it of course." Jocelyn shrugs.

"Why?" Clary cries.

"So next time you won't disobey me." Jocelyn grins at her.

She shoves Clary and holds up the whip. Her eyes lighten up.

Jace's heart twists in pain as he hears another one of Clary's screams. The guilt is killing him. He knows it is his fault Clary is getting tortured right now. He knew Jocelyn wouldn't tolerate it. He wants to beat himself up for putting his sweet young sister in this position. He was supposed to protect her!

He hears another slap of skin and another one of Clary's cries. It's torturing him. He could walk away so that he didn't have to hear her screams but he deserves to hear them. It's his punishment for getting her into this situation, although his punishment is nothing compared to hers. He tries to knock the door down but it doesn't work. The lock is very strong and Jace cannot get through.

Clary's eyes water and blur. Blood falls into her line of sight. She can barely breath. Her lungs feel like they are on fire and so does her back. Twenty lashes. That's how many times she whipped her back. She can feel the bile rising up her throat. She's never felt pain like this. Once Jocelyn is done she shoves her face forward into the bed and Clary lays there. Unable to move, barely able to breath.

"Next time you'll think twice about disobeying me. Good luck cleaning your cuts. The cotton of your shirt is dug in your cuts into your skin. Enjoy peeling it out dear daughter of mine." Jocelyn smirks and Clary hears her footsteps head towards her en-suite. Surprisingly Clary remembers seeing that from walking in the room for the first time.

A while later, Clary isn't sure how long, but she hears the bedroom door open but then lock again straight away. She hears a loud roar coming from the other side of the room. She knows that it's Jace, so that means someone else is in the room with her.

"Oh God, why did she have to scar all that smooth silky skin? It's going to take at least a month or more for them to disappear." Luke tsks.

Luke.

She is locked in a room with Luke and Jocelyn.

Dear God.

And Jace is on the other side, unable to protect her.

How many times could something like this happen before? But Jace was always there to stop it. Luke and Jocelyn couldn't do anything to her because they didn't have an excuse, but now they had a perfectly fine one. She had disobeyed Jocelyn's rule. Jocelyn had punished her, was it Luke's turn now? What was he doing back here anyway? It was so late.

Clary turns her head to the side slightly. She can just about move. She gets a glimpse of Luke's face. Shouldn't he be shocked at this woman's actions towards her daughter?

"She deserved it." Jocelyn snorts coming out of the bathroom.

"What did she do?" Luke sighs.

"She was outside with Jace."

Luke tsks again.

"Naughty Clary," Luke teases, "So you punished her?"

"Yep. Next time it'd be worse," Jocelyn sighs. "They never learn."

"You gave her your punishment. Do you want me to punish her?" Luke asks with a grin on his face.

Clary's heart starts pumping faster. She wants to run. She wants to move, but she can't. Her bones feel like liquid and her head is thumping. Clary knows Luke is going to do something bad to her, she can feel it and this time there is no Jace to protect her. She looks forward and see's that there is an alarm clock on Jocelyn's bedside table. It says 00:30. She has been here for two hours. Her birthday is over.

"Yeah go ahead." Jocelyn shrugs.

"What do you want me to do to her?" he asks.

"Whatever you want." She beams at him.

Jace paces as he hears Luke and Jocelyn's voice. He can't make out what they're saying but he knows it's not good. ALL HIS FAULT. He has put her in a situation with Luke and Jocelyn and he can't get her out. They could do anything to her and he stuck on the opposite side of the door. Jace stands outside Jocelyn's bedroom door where some of his own worst memories have taken place and now he knows Clary now has some bad memories too. He was supposed to protect her. How did it all go so wrong?

Clary's heart stops a beat as she hears Luke's footsteps get closer. She needs to run. She can't though.

"What are you going to do?" she croaks.

"Whatever I want." Luke laughs.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Clary cries.

"Because it's fun." Luke smirks.

You sick bastard. She watches as he raises his hand to hit her. She flinches and as soon as he comes close to contact, he pulls away, amused.

"I'm only messing. I couldn't hurt an inch on your head Clary. I just like scaring you." he shows her his teeth and then walks to Jocelyn's side.

"Aw, you're no fun!" Jocelyn whines.

"Whatever. Come on, let's get out of here, we have plans for tonight, yes?" Luke asks, wrapping an arm around her.

"Fine." She sighs.

They are sick. They are mentally sick.

They both unlock the door and head out the front door. Clary hears the door close and silence is struck.

"Jace!" She cries out, tears falling down her eyes.

She hears his fast, heavy footsteps as he approaches. The door swings against the wall as he strides into the room.

She's hears his intake of breath. A few hours ago when she heard that she was excited. She thought she was arousing him, but now, this was anything but arousing.

Jace watches as some blood drips down her back. Most of it is crusted and dried up though. She has twenty of them running through her back. She also has bruises covering her face and stomach. Her t-shirt is torn apart. The only reason why he didn't beat the shit out of Luke and Jocelyn when they walked out of that room was because he wanted them gone and to get to her as soon as possible so he could help her. He would deal with them later.

"Jesus Christ Clary," he chokes. "Fuck, this is all my fault."

Clary wants to tell him it's not. It's no one's fault. Jocelyn and Luke are at fault here. They have messed up twisted heads. Clary tries to speak but he stops her.

"Shh, baby, let me take care of you." he whispers delicately.

He carries her limp body carefully. He wraps his arms around her carefully as if she were made out of glass. He carefully places her on to the bathroom counter. He holds her while he twists the shower knob to the cold setting.

He's very grateful he's studying medicine. He knows exactly how to treat whip wounds. He grabs a wash cloth and puts it under cold water. As the water runs he strips the rest of Clary's top off and then removes her bra.

"Baby this is going to hurt but I need to remove the cloth from your wounds. Can you bite this?" She nods her head and he carefully gives her the cloth to bite on. He strips the cloth from her skin as delicately but quick as possible without hurting her. He can hear the distorted screaming from her mouth but quickly removes his hand from the burning skin and replaces it with the cold wash cloth. She sags in relief.

"Do you think you can lie in the cold water?" He asks gently.

Inside of him there is a violent storm brewing. He is going to downpour his anger any second, but he needs to control it for Clary, until she is better. He doesn't know how he will take anymore. He doesn't know how Clary has taken any of this!

She is so strong, his beautiful girl. He is more determined now than ever to give her exactly what she wants. He will get her out of this. Anything to make up for what he just put her through.

She nods her head again and he slowly carries her. She shivers at the contact but once again slumps in relief. He quickly runs to his room to get his medical kit because they hold the bandages.

When he comes back he pulls her out the bath, using a cloth to wipe the water away softly. He is grateful that the wounds are not very deep so they don't need stitching. They just need to be wrapped with bandages as there are so many of them. Twenty fucking lashes. Jocelyn is a psycho bitch. He bandages her up and she falls against him. Her energy has obviously run out.

"Thank you." She whispers in his ear.

"Why are you thanking me? It's all my fault." He murmurs sadly. "I'm so fucking sorry."

"Shh, it's not your fault, it's not mine. We blame Jocelyn okay? It's okay. We just have to lay low. No going outside for a while. I definitely won't be able to run around."

"Okay, but I'm still sorry. I love you." Jace whispers in her ear.

"I love you too. I'd really like to lie in a bed now. I feel like I could pass out forever." She whimpered.

"My baby needs her rest. Let's get you to it then." He softly kisses her temple. He gently drops her off on his bed. He puts on one of his t-shirts on her and slips her under his covers. He makes sure she's on her side and puts pillows up against her back so she doesn't fall on her back and cause herself pain.

Five minutes after he has dropped her she has fallen asleep. She must be absolutely exhausted. Jace can feel his anger returning now that Clary is asleep. He wants to smash everything into a million pieces but he can't because he would wake Clary up so he keeps it all inside. He'll release it somehow later, on Jocelyn and Luke. When the right time comes.

Jace lies beside Clary, wondering how what was supposed to be one of the best days of Clary's life could turn into something like this. He can't believe that Jocelyn would punish her so badly for going into the fucking garden of all places. Why was she like this? Jace had to find out the truth. He needed to stop this kind of behaviour. It would only get worse.

In the middle of his thoughts he hears the phone ring. He runs for it quickly as he doesn't want to wake up Clary. Who the hell calls at two am?

"Hello?" Jace answers, annoyed.

"Is this Jace Morgenstern?" A deep voice answers.

"Yes this is him speaking. Who is this?" Jace asks suspiciously. No one ever calls for him on the house phone, especially at two am. He has a phone for a reason.

"You don't need to know that. What you need to know is that I have information on Luke Garroway and Jocelyn Fray that I have a feeling you would like to know. Trust me. If you want to know the information, meet me outside of your school this Friday." The deep voice explains.

"Who the hell is this? And how do you know what school I go to?" Jace asks. He suddenly feels vulnerable and freaked out. How did this person find him? How did they know who Luke and Jocelyn were?

"You'll find out who I am soon and as for that, I've been watching you, for a while. I see you but you don't see me." The deep voice hangs up.

Well then.

That was fucking weird.


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