I'M ALIVEEEEE. Don't Kill Me! *cowers in the corner of a dark room* I Really Have Been Trying To Update But I Have Been Too Busy But Hopefully I'm Here To Stay... Hopefully, Fingers Crossed.
I'm Going To Be Going Back Through My Story And Edit It Because I Just Re Read It And I Am Not Happy With What I Found. The Story Is Going Too Fast For My Liking But I Will Try To Update Again Next Week. Please Don't Give Up On Me...
-Alisha'xo
JPOV
It had been two hours since I was kicked out of the nurses office. No one would tell me anything about what had happened and to make matters worse, I had to stand in the hallway opposite the sadistic bastard that had caused all of this... I just stood there, glaring at the wall, trying not to punch the stupid grin he kept flashing me.
"So, what's your name then son?" Valentine asked casually.
"Why would you give a fuck!" I growled in response. Glancing over at Valentine, I saw him give me one of those disappointed, fatherly looks.
"I was just wondering how you knew Miss Fray. Is she your girlfriend?" Grunting in aggravation, I stood up straight and look Valentine in the eyes. He was still a head taller than me but I put all my anger into that one look, so much so that he shrank back in fear. "Now, now son. no need to get aggressive... "He began to slowly back away, looking like an innocent child cowering from the class bully. I slowly raised my clenched fist, ready to give him what he right fully deserved, when he spoke, "I wouldn't do that if I were you Jonathon." His tone was menacing as he casually lent against the wall, a small smirk in place, no signs of his earlier fear visible. "H-how..." I stammered, stumbling back slightly.
"Aww come on Jonathon, I'm not that forgettable am I?" He asked in mock hurt. I stared blankly at him. "Come ON!" He sounded aggravated now. "11 years ago."
"Like that narrows it down." I relied sarcastically. He gave me a look as if to say 'Shut the fuck up and listen'.
"It was the 12th of September, 2003 at the Celtic Manor Hotel in Wales." He sighed in contentment. "I remember it as if it was yesterday... The smell of freshly cut grass, The sun beating down on me from above as I watched you and your family laugh and play on the golf field. If only you knew when you bumped into me that it would be the cause of their deaths.
That's when it hit me, like a ton of bricks. The memory I tried so hard to suppress...
"Now swing the club forward. That's it. Just use more force next time bud." Said my father as he took his turn, showing me how to do it properly.
"Oh come on hunny, he's only 6. It's not like he can even hold the golf club without help, let alone play." Said my mother as she laughed at my tenth consecutive fail.
"You are never too young to learn home to play Celine." My father replied pointedly. My mother just laughed as she helped me put my club back into its bag. "Jace hunny, here's your apple." She handed me the apple with a smile. Saying a quick thank you, I took a large bite, filling my mouth with all of its juicy goodness. But before I could take another bit, a golf ball flew past me. My reflexes kicked in and I dropped to the ground, causing me to drop my apple in the process.
I quickly chased after my apple as it rolled away, trying to catch it before it reached the lake. Just as I was about to grab it, I suddenly ran into a solid form. I glanced up to see a very tall, intimidating man with white blonde hair and black eyes looking down at me sweetly. Backing up slightly I quickly apologized, "I so sorry sir. I was catching my apple." He chuckled, handing me his. "Here, have mine. Yours is probably filthy now." I smiled gratefully, not before snatching his apple greedily. "So son, what's your name?" I took a huge bite of the apple before saying, "Jace."
"That's a cool name!" He exclaimed. "Is it short for something?"
"Jonathon Christopher Herond... Um, Jonathon Christopher Wayland. What is your name?" Even my 6 year old mind knew I just fucked up big time. My parents had already told me not to tell people I'm a Herondale at all costs. Bad people want to hurt us. I remember my mother saying. We are to be Waylands from now on OK? I quickly changed the subject, hoping he didn't notice.
"My name is for me to know and for you to never find out." He said before politely excusing himself. I stood there, gob smacked. I starred at his retreating for before shaking it off and running back to my parents
Later that night, I was playing hide and seek with my parents when I heard a loud knock on the front door from my position under the sofa, I could see my father opening the door slightly. He stood there for a moment, before he collapsed the ground, blood gushing out of a hole in his chest. I put a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream as the door opened wider to reveal a man in a gas mask. I couldn't see his face, only his eyes, and looking at them was like looking into the depths of Tartarus itself. Black eyes scanned the room when I suddenly heard someone shriek from by the window. The man walked over to my mother. he seamed to be talking to her but I couldn't understand as it was becoming hard to breath. He chucked my mother to the ground before he lowered himself on top of her. He pulled on her skirt ruffly before shoving a plastic mask over her mouth. At that moment, our eyes meet, and she did something that saved my life. In one last attempt of over powering him, she chucked the plastic mask under the sofa where I was hiding. The way she thrashed in his grip made it look unplanned, but I knew better.
At that point, the attacker had her completely naked. I covered my eyes and concentrated on breathing, trying to ignore the sounds of my mother getting raped in her last minutes of life...
After the attacker left, I crawled over to my mother and curled into her side. I cried all night and never cried again.
It wasn't until the next morning that house keeping found me and called the police, but by then, there wasn't a single tear left in my body. I felt like I had died that night along with my parents.
I looked at Valentine with disbelief. He killed my parents? I began to hyperventilate. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I wanted to scream, but I knew it would only make me look weak. I turned the Valentine and punched him in the face, using all my anger to make a harder impacted. Valentine just laughed as I turned on my heel and walked away from him. When I reached the door, I pulled it open, listening with satisfaction as it slammed against the wall. I left Valentine standing there, nurturing his broken nose. And I just Walked out. Not before flipping him off.
When I stopped, I found myself in front of the gym. I needed some sort of release for all the pent-up tension I felt on the inside.
3 Hours Later
It was now 7pm and I didn't feel any better from when I arrived, but my body just couldn't take any more. I collapsed onto the floor, body aching as I inspected my split knuckles. That will teach me for not using gloves. Suddenly, the gym door burst open, revealing a tear filled Izzy. "J-Jace," She panted. "It's Clary... She's... Missing" At that I quickly jumped to my feet and ran out of the room, Izzy not far behind.
So Valentine Killed Jace's Parents? Just A Quick Glimpse Into Jace's Past. Follow&Review People ;)
-Alisha'xo
