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The song that I used for this chapter was Lighthouse by The Word Alive.
Love,
Lee.
{Jace}
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Jace exclaimed as he saw Clary close her eyes with a smile on her face. Jace frantically looked around the small bathroom to see if he could find anything that could stop the bleeding. In luck, Jace spotted towels that sat on a rack above the toilet. He hastily grabbed some without even caring how many he had. With quick movements, Jace placed the towels next to the bathtub and swiftly removed his jacket. He cursed himself for wearing white, but continued to climb into the tub while turning off the water of the shower and pulling the unconscious Clary into his arms.
Clary weighed little to nothing as Jace lifted her out of the bath tub. He still had her pressed to his body like he was holding a baby, when he grabbed the towels from the floor and walked out of the bathroom. He made haste as he opened the doors to every room that was on the upstairs floor. Jace wasn't to worried about the blood that was getting on the floor or all over himself, he was more worried about getting the bleeding to stop before Clary lost any more. After opening the third door, he figured since the room was adorned with light purple walls, that it was Clary's room. With one hand he laid down a towel on her bed and placed the others next to the towel he laid down, then placed the Clary on top of the towel.
There was blood every where and as soon as Jace set Clary down, the blood seeped into the white yellow towel. Along with the blood loss, Clary's complexion was becoming paler than usually. Jace murmured another curse word as he got to work. He gently grabbed Clary's left arm and wrapped it in a towel and applied pressure, willing the bleeding to stop. The blood immediately soaked through the towel. She must of cut a major artery, Jace thought to himself.
After a few minutes of applying pressure, Jace opened up the towel to see if the blood flow decreased. For once, luck was on his side. The blood flow has almost completely stopped. Jace closed his eyes and whispered a thanks to whomever was listening. Jace swapped out the bloodied towel with a new fresh one. He gently wrapped new towel around Clary's wrist and tied it with another towel. He knew that he needed to get Clary to the hospital but he knew there would be a lot of questioning as to why there was a deep cut on Clary's arm.
Jace started to clean up the bloodied garments off of the floor. He wasn't sure where to put them. He looked around Clary's room and was relieved to see that there was a hamper in her room by her closet. He walked over to the hamper and opened it to make sure that there wasn't any clothing in there. As if it was ironic, luck seemed to be with him today. He placed the ruined towels in the hamper and made a mental note to bring the hamper with him to get rid of them. As if he remembered, Jace looked down at his own shirt and grimaced a little. Clary's blood was all over his white shirt as well but yet, there wasn't any on his pants. Oh what the hell?
With that thought, Jace turned around to look at Clary and noticed for the first time that she was naked. Yeah, he knew that she was naked when he busted into the bathroom, but it didn't sink in until now. She was extremely beautiful, even with the bruising on her petite body. He walked closer to her and knelt down at her bed side. Clary's wet hair was starting to curly as it flowed down to her waist. Her gorgeous red hair covered her small mound of breasts. Jace looked at her more closely and he noticed that there was some form of injury whether it was bruising or wounds from the abuse that she retained from Valentine. Then he spotted the cuts that also accompanied the wounds from the abuse. Not only where the cuts on her wrists, they were on her thighs and lower abdomen. This made Jace's stomach roll in anger. How could a father do this to his own flesh and blood? He questioned as he examined Clary's body for anymore self mutilation and he was pleased that he didn't see any.
After examining her body, Jace stood up from his kneeling position and looked to see if she had her phone. To his surprise, it was laying on the nightstand that was on the other side of her bed. Walking to the other side of her bed, he picked up her phone and opened up to the main screen. He clicked on her contact button and scrolled through her contacts, looking for someone that he could call. When he was going through her contacts, Jace remembered that she had an older brother..
"Ah, what was his name?" Jace whispered to himself. As he scrolled through the contacts, he saw the name Jon and recognition hit him. Without a second thought, he called the number that popped up with Jon's contact information. Jace waited with irritation as the phone rang four times and then went to voicemail. He ended the call, and hit the redial button. He had the same result as the last call but this time he left a message after the beep.
"I hope that this is Clary's brother, if it's not, sorry about bothering you. Jon, this is Jace Lightwood, I am a friend of Clary's and there is something terribly wrong with her. Please, call as soon as you can. Thanks." And with that, Jace ended the call after leaving his number. Jace placed Clary's phone back on the table and pulled his phone out of his drenched pocket. He dialed a number that he knew by heart and waited patiently as he waited for Magnus to answer. After the second ring, he answered.
"What is it Jace?" Magnus answered.
"Is that really how you answer all your calls?" Jace sarcastically asked. His irritation was growing with every passing minute.
"Just get to what you want." Magnus snapped. With reluctance, Jace told Magnus everything about Clary and that he needed Magnus to come to the Morgensterns to help Clary. Magnus listened intently to Jace's story and sighed out of sadness when Jace was finished. "I'll be there in a few minutes." Then he hung up. Jace pulled the phone away from his ear and dialed another number. Isabelle answered on the first ring.
"Hello? Jace? What's going on?" Jace answered her questions and told her that he wouldn't be home that night. Isabelle was quiet throughout the whole story until Jace was finished.
"Is she going to alright?" Isabelle asked. Jace sighed.
"I sure hope so." Was all he said. Isabelle said something about keeping her posted before she hung up. Jace pulled the phone away from his ear and placed back into his pocket. He looked back at Clary as she lay on her bed naked and decided that he needed to clean up the blood that landed on the floor. He made his way around, and placed a feather soft kiss on top of Clary's head before he realized what he was doing. Pulling away from her, he turned around and walked out of her room. He went back to the bathroom and grimaced at what he saw. Blood was all over the bathtub but yet none made it to the floor. It's probably because I got it all over my shirt.Jace thought to himself. He looked under the sink for some bleach and cleaning rags. Once he found it, he was glad to find that there was.
Jace slipped on the gloves, and poured some of the bleach into the bath tub and started to scrub away Clary's blood. By the time Magnus showed up at the house, Jace was putting the cleaning supplies away. He walked to Clary's room and saw that Magnus was already attending to Clary's wounds. Jace watched from the door way as Magnus stitched Clary's back together. Once he was done, we wrapped her wrist with some form of gauze and he started to pack his stuff up into his briefcase.
Magnus stood up from his kneeling position and turned around to face Jace. Jace looked at Magnus with questioning eyes. Magnus was in his usual attire but without the white coat to signify that he was a doctor. He wore a buttoned down shirt that was black but had sparkles on it and along with that, he wore skin tight jeans. His short hair that was usually spiked, was flat against his head today. It seemed that stress was weighing down on the doctor.
"She should be fine. Just make sure that she gets her rest and if she has another psychotic episode, don't even think about calling me in. She needs help Jace." Magnus said as he walked over to Jace. He placed a hand on Jace's shoulder. "Be there for her. It may not seem like it, but you're the only person she has left." Pulling his hand back, Magnus walked out Clary's room. Jace racked his fingers through his hair as be let out a sigh in frustration. He walked over to her closet and looked for something to put on her body.
After a few minutes of searching, he found something that resembled sweat pants and a t-shirt. With his new findings, he brought the clothes to Clary and carefully put them on her without disturbing her newly wrapped wrist. When Jace was done dressing Clary, he sat at the foot of her bed and rested his head in his hands. Although he was tense, the soft snores that were coming from Clary made him relax. He was thankful that he made it in time before anything had gotten worse. With a sigh, Jace lifted his head up and crawled the rest of the way onto Clary's bed. He was on the other side of her. He placed a kiss on her forehead again and made a vow.
"I will never let you go. I will be the one to stand by your side. I will be the one to help you." He whispered into her hear. With that, he laid down next to her and closed his eyes.
{Jon}
Jon listened to the voicemail that was left by Jace Lightwood. He so badly wanted to call him to make sure that Clary was alright, but he knew that would blow his cover. He shut his phone and punched the wall that was nearest to him and let out a yell of rage. He didn't like the fact that he couldn't reach out to his sister. All he wanted to do was comfort her and take her away from that hell hole.
"Jonathan? What's the matter?" He heard his mother call from upstairs. He heard her descend the stairs and he turned around as soon as she was taking the last step. It was scary how Clary was a spitting image of their mother. She was wearing a deep blue rob and her flaming red hair was in a bun that was piled on top of her head. Jocelyn took in the situation. Jon was holding his phone in a firm grip and hir knuckles were bleeding from punching the wall.
"Is it Clary? Is something wrong with her?" Jocelyn asked in concern.
"A friend of her just called me saying that she was in major trouble. We need to get her out of there. Now!" Jonathan panicked. He knew how Valentine was. He was afraid that he might of damaged Clary to the point of nonrecognition. Jocelyn's face changed from concern to a mask of determination.
"I promise you Jonathan, we will get her out of there soon. But stay strong and don't contact her. We need her to stay oblivious to everything, I know this is hard trust me I know." After all, Jocelyn was the one who knew the most about Valentine and his manipulative ways.
Jon sighed in frustration and walked passed Jocelyn and up the stairs he went. Jocelyn watched Jon leave her in the living room. She closed her eyes and prayed. Prayed that the lord would give Clary enough strength to last until Jocelyn would save her from Valentine's abusive ways.
