Helllooooooo guyyyyssss. Sooooo all of you are really curious to see what happens! So lets find out! By the way, I'm competing in a dance competition this weekend, so don't really expect anything from me. Also, this is the chapter where I can finally re-focus on Clary's... sickness... Warning, it get's a little more risqué this chapter. Like, not explicit, but more than usual.
*all rights for TMI go to Cassandra Clare
Chapter 7: I'm Sorry
After Clary recovered from what Sebastian had said, and after Isabelle had recovered from her fit of laughter over the picture, they were on their way to the football game.
"Are you sure this paint is dry, Izzy?" Clary asked for about the hundredth time, as she stopped from sitting in her car.
"Yes, Clary. It's dry. Now get in." Isabelle said from the passenger seat.
"Yes, Ma'am." Clary said.
"Very funny." Isabelle replied dryly. "Just drive." She added.
Due to Clary's custom design on her shorts, she was rewarded with many slaps on her ass, Izzy giving glares to everyone who neared them. But for once, it didn't stop them. Finally, she'd gotten rewarded with one too many.
"What the h-" She started, but cut herself off when she looked into those familiar eyes. They weren't as gold as they used to be, but they weren't nearly as dim, and faded as they were that morning.
Jace just smirked, and winked at her, before turning on his heel, heading towards the locker rooms.
"Oooohhhhhhh..." Izzy said to Clary.
"Shut up." Clary replied, playfully slapping her on the arm.
Since the team was down a few cheerleaders this game, due to who knows what, Clary decided that they wouldn't cheer this time. They couldn't do anything with the few they had, and she'd never gotten to sit in the stands and watch.
The game had finished close, but in the end, the Eagles, Clary's school's team, had won. The final score was 36-43. Clary didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but she had to break of up with Raphael.
So after telling Izzy to just wait in the car, Clary started walking towards the locker rooms, her palms sweating. She tried to calm herself down, but that only seemed to get her more worked up. As she was walking, she slammed into someone.
"Oh sor-" She looked up, and stopped talking when she found those familiar gold eyes.
"Hey." He said, breaking her out of her trance.
"Umm hey." She replied, then after a few seconds added, "Can you wait here? I'll be right back."
"Uh, yeah. Sure." He replied with a glint in his eye.
Clary walked past him, towards the locker rooms. She had to walk past a few of the locker 'cubbies', or sections, before she found him. She'd never been in the boys locker room before. It was very similar to the girls. Painted in red and black. Long benches throughout.
"Hi. Nice job." She told him.
"Hey. That's it? All I get is a 'nice job'?" He said playfully. "I think I deserve a little more than that." He said with puppy dog eyes. Clary walked up to him and gave him a quick kiss.
"Hey listen, can I talk to you?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yeah sure, Clare. What's up?" He asked nonchalantly.
Clary had only noticed just then that he was wearing only a pair of boxers.
"Um. Okay. I-... you've been such a great help through this whole mess I call my life. But, I've realized something. And with that realization, came another realization. I think... I was thinking..." She started explaining.
"Hey, Clary. You can tell me anything." Raphael said seriously.
"Ithinkweshouldjustbefriends." Clary said in all one breath.
"What?" Raphael said dumbfounded.
"I think... we should just be friends." Clary repeated in a smaller voice.
"What!" Raphael repeated, though this time, there was very obvious, un-masked anger with it.
"I ju-" Clary started.
"No. No. I want you. And I get what I want, honey. Time to learn that."
Clary didn't have time to react before he forced his lips on hers, slamming her painfully into the lockers. She winced, though he didn't notice. And if he did, he ignored it. The next thing she knew, she was pinned to the bench, a cleat painfully digging into her shoulder. She tried to shove him off of her, but no matter what she did, he wouldn't even budge.
"Get off me!" Clary shouted the second his mouth was off hers.
He threw his hand on top of her mouth, and said in a dangerously low voice,
"Shut up. You did this yourself. If you hadn't 'broken up' with me, this wouldn't have had to happen."
He gagged her with a rag that was nearby, and started pulling her top off, her muffled screams hardly making any noise. Her shirt was off in a matter of seconds, along with her shorts, leaving her in just her strapless bra, and her thong.
His hands were gripping her arms so hard, she was sure it was already bruising. She tried squirming away when he tried to unclasp her bra, but since the clasp was in the front, she couldn't stop him. She started crying, and when he saw, he slapped her in the face.
"Cut it out. Don't pretend that you don't want this." He grumbled to her.
She then realized that she was completely and totally, 100% naked in front of him, and he was about to rape her. And there was absolutely nothing she could do, except sit there.
She was still crying, terrified of what he was about to do. She saw him pull his boxers off, take out a condom, and position himself right in front of her. She tried pleading with him with her eyes, but he just laughed and said,
"I'm not stopping. Cry, plead, whimper all you want. It's going to happen, so you might as well enjoy it."
And then she felt the most pain she'd ever felt in her life go through her. She took advantage of his hands leaving her arms and ripped the gag off, and screamed as loud as she could.
But nothing stopped him. He just kept going, as if this wasn't against her will. All she could do was cry.
That's when she heard the door open.
Jace was standing outside locker room, leaning on the wall waiting for Clary. He'd been waiting for about 10 minutes. He was about to go in, and see what was taking so long, when he heard a high, very loud scream.
The next thing he knew, his feet were carrying him inside of the locker room. He ripped the door open, and raced past each cubby until he found her. But she wasn't alone. She was naked, crying, and Raphael was on top of her.
Raping her.
He stormed over to Raphael and ripped him off of Clary, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him into the wall. He faintly heard Clary roll off the bench and huddle in the corner of the cubby. He slammed Raphael repeatedly into the wall, only stopping to throw him across the floor so he would hit the other wall of lockers.
Jace marched over to him and started punching him, hitting him, slapping him, kicking him, anything to make the bastard pay for what he did. Finally, Raphael fell unconsious, causing Jace to finally cease his continuous blows.
He didn't even spare Raphael a second glance, before racing over to Clary. He noticed large, purple, hand sized bruises on her upper arms and throat, and a red handprint on her cheek.
He didn't even say anything, just took her into his arms and let her cry into his shoulder. He faintly registered grabbing her clothes and redressing her, carrying her out of the locker rooms and heading to the parking lot.
"Jace!" Isabelle's voice rang through the almost empty parking lot.
He looked around, spotting Isabelle running toward him, hearing the familiar clicking of her heels.
"Hey, Iz..." Jace trailed.
"What the hell! Seriously Jace, what the fuck happened!" Isabelle shouted.
"Raphael. Raped. Her." Jace said through gritted teeth.
"WHAT! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD!" Isabelle outraged.
"Yeah. Me too. I'm taking her back to our house." Jace replied, then added, "Can you take her car back?"
"Yeah... Sure..." Izzy replied distractedly.
When Jace got to his house, he took Clary upstairs to his room, laying her on the bed.
"Jace... I-" Clary started saying through her tears.
"Shhh... It's okay. You're gonna be fine." Jace reassured her.
"No. I- I wanna say I'm sorry. For everything. Just assuming. Not listening. Not believing. Not trusting. I'm sorry."
"Hey. It's okay. I still love you, alright?"
"Yeah. I love you too. And... thanks."
"For what?" Jace questioned.
"For saving me." Clary smiled up at him.
"Anytime." Jace kissed Clary before saying, "I'm gonna go call your parents. I'll just say that your spending the night here, and you'll explain tomorrow." He said as he walked out of the room.
Clary slowly stopped her tears, but she was still terrified. She'd been...
Raped.
How could Jace love her anymore? How could anyone love her anymore. She didn't feel like herself. She felt...
Used.
Dirty.
Gross.
Slutty.
Whore.
These were just a few of the words that came to mind when she thought about how she felt about herself now. There was no way Jace would love her anymore.
Jace walked back into his room, seeing Clary deep in thought.
"Jace?" She asked once she was in his arms again.
"Yeah..." He murmured through her hair.
"Do you still love me?" She asked, feeling Jace stiffen against her.
"What?" He whispered.
"Do you still love me? It's a simple yes or no question."
"Of course I do. What would make you think I don't?" He asked incredulously.
"Because... I don't feel good about myself anymore. I feel used. Dirty. Slutty. Like a whore. Why would you still love a whore?" Clary asked, tears running down her face.
"I don't." Clary gasped, he continued. "I love a beautiful, gorgeous, mistreated, girl, and do you know what her name is?" When Clary didn't answer, he continued. "Well, it rhymes with Larry. And Gary. And Mary. Carry? No... That's not it. Oh yeah, Clary! I love a girl named Clary, who is by no means, a whore."
"Why?" Clary whispered.
"Why? I'll tell you why I love you. I love how you don't let popularity go to your head. I love how you can light up a room with just your smile. I love how even when I'm having the worst day, you can make me feel better just by being with me. I love your personality. Did I forget anything? Oh yeah. I love you."
"Jace Lightwood, what did I do to deserve you?" Clary asked.
"I don't know, must have been something pretty big to get this." He gestured to himself.
"Just shut up and kiss me.
AN: SOOOOOOOOO O.O Was that too much? I'm sorry if it was. It just sort of happened. Please review. And give me feedback! If no one likes this chapter, I may rewrite it, just let me know!
~FandomFreak1
