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Chapter 10

Clary – 16 years old.

Jace – 19 years old.

Jace feels his body shudder in horror at the sight before him. Clary lays on her bed, her eyes closed and blood flowing out of her arm.

She is too pale. Too fragile looking. She deserves better than this.

His blood roars in his ears.

"Please Clary, please wake up." He begs as he presses his ear against her chest to hear her heartbeat.

He almost crumbles when he hears her take a breath and watches her chest rise and fall. She is alive, but she won't be for much longer if he doesn't stop the blood from running. Luckily she didn't cut too deep; otherwise he was sure he would have heard her scream. He wipes off all the blood with a clean cloth and rubs antiseptic gently into her skin. He puts pressure on all the cuts with another clean cloth. He is grateful her arms are small and thin, because of that she couldn't have caused more damage. Soon the blood loss stops and luckily there is no need for stiches.

It was a suicide attempt.

His best friend in the entire world tried to kill herself and Jace knows deep down it's all his fault. If he had just kept his mouth shut she would have never done this. If he had more control over himself they would have never been in this situation.

He didn't mean to get angry at her. His situation with her just reminds him so much of what Jocelyn did to him and what Jocelyn and Luke have done. He doesn't want to be like them, but when he sees his sister he doesn't seem think what they do is wrong, even though he knows it is. He knows that when he gets angry at her about what they have together, he's really angry about what Jocelyn did to him, that's why he gets so upset. He knows deep down Clary will always forgive him for what he says or does, he knows this from past fights and arguments He never ever thought it could lead to something like though. He never thought she would succumb to killing herself.

He lies beside her for a few hours, waiting for her to wake up. He prays to God silently that nothing bad happens. He knows that he can't take her to the hospital. Well, he could but Jocelyn would hurt her so much when they would have gotten home that there was really no point. Jocelyn would actually kill her this time and god knows what she would let Luke do to her.

He knows she will fine though. She just lost a lot of blood but he has cleaned all her cuts and stopped the bleeding. She will just feel weak when she wakes up, so he will have to feed her.

"Jace?" He hears a murmur.

He looks over to find a blinking Clary looking over him.

"Am I dead?" she whispers hoarsely.

"No. Thank god you're not. I would have killed myself too if you were. Why did you do it? Are you crazy?" He screams at her, while passing her a glass of water for her throat.

"Because my life's a pile of shit and the only person who I care about and love pretty much told me he didn't want to see my face anymore and that he was leaving. I was scared. I'm not going to do it again." She yells gutturally back at him, then takes a sip of water.

"So you thought to kill yourself? You know I didn't mean it when I said all that stuff, I was having a rough moment!"

"You always have a rough moment ever other damn day! And then you take it out of me! It's not fair; you don't think I struggle with life? At least you get to leave this hellhole, I'm fucking stuck here! And it's not fair how you make me feel disgusting and shameful about the way I feel about you when you feel the same! When all I feel for you is love and you twist it to something bad! I just don't want to deal with it okay? If you think it's disgusting, fine! Stay away from me then, I'm sick of feeling ashamed for something I have no control over!" she takes a deep breath, tears spilling down her cheek. "Just stay away from me until you leave for College, at least then you never have to my face again. You can go meet a girl, start your own family and forget I ever existed!" She screams, sniffling as her tears drip down her red splotchy cheeks. She pushes him off the bed.

"I fucked up Clary! You don't mean any of that! Just hear me out for fuck sakes!" Jace shouts.

She ignores him and pushes him out the entry. She slams the door in his face and locks it.

"Open the door damn it!" he bangs on the door.

He gets no reply.

He sags against the door.

"Clary please let me in." He tries turning the knob but it won't budge.

"Don't lock me out. You're all I have." He mumbles.

"Doesn't seem like it!" She yells through the door.

"It's true! Just open the door." He begs.

"No." She says stubbornly. "I'm done letting you use me for when you get angry or horny, and then making me feel bad about it!"

"I'm sorry." He whispers. "I never wanted to make you feel that way."

She doesn't reply.

"Clary we need to talk about what you did…C'mon, you need to talk to someone." He pleads.

"No I don't. I've gone my whole life not talking to anyone. I don't have to stop now."

He falls to the floor. He didn't think she wouldn't forgive him this time. She always forgives him. That's why he was never too worried when he flipped out on her because he knew how much she loved him. She would have always forgiven him in the past for his harsh words. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just needed to let his anger out and whenever he has felt angry he always took it out on her. He never thought this time, maybe he had taken it too far.

"Baby please…"

"Don't baby me." she says harshly. "Just leave me alone okay? I want space. Like you said earlier, 'just stop being so clingy for once; I know I'm all you have but Jesus Christ back the fuck off.'"

Jace cringes as she throws his words back at him. He regrets every single one of those words.

"I didn't mean a single word of that. I secretly love that I'm all you have…it makes me feel good. I love it when you need me."

"Space, Jonathan. I want space." She whispers.

"Fine." He mutters angrily at the use of his full name.

He walks back to his room dejectedly. He can't believe Clary didn't forgive him this time. He shouldn't be surprised. He took it too far. He took all his anger out on her after finding out the truth about Luke and Jocelyn and made her feel bad. Bad enough to kill herself. What was wrong with him?

His phone vibrates with a text.

Jace. We need to talk. – Alec

Shit, Jace thinks, what could have happened in a few hours?

What's up? – Jace

Isabelle and Luke got into a really bad argument, something about her curfew, I wasn't listening properly. They always have this argument. They let her out but they don't let her date or stay out all night. So, they were arguing and Luke said 'You won't be around much longer anyway! Then you'll wish you never complained about right now!' I think she took it as in 'oh you'll be leaving for college soon' but I think it was more about what he has planned for her. We have to act Jace. I won't let them hurt my little sister. I can't let it happen. We need to come up with something quick. Before were too late. – Alec

And the kids in 90210 complain they have problems. If only.

We'll come up with something. I promise. We gotta get the girls out of here. Clary almost tried to kill herself today. It's all getting to her and she doesn't even know the half of it. – Jace

Fuuuuuuck. You're helping her right? – Alec

Of course. What kind of asshole do you take me for? – Jace

If you're Valentines son, the vain type of course– Alec

If you're Luke's son, what does that make you? – Jace

Ouuuuch. Touché bro, Touché. – Alec

How are you even dealing with this? If I knew something like this about my dad I would have gone crazy at him the moment I found – Jace

I was shocked at first but Valentine told me not to react. If I had, Luke would know that I knew his secrets and God knows what he would have done to me. It's okay though. I got past it. I never really liked Luke even though he was my father, we have a distant relationship. I was always cool with it. I never got on well with Jocelyn as well, she always looks at me with regret, I never knew why, but now of course I do. – Alec

I wish Jocelyn would have been distant with me. Funny that, she treated her daughters oppositely and she treats her sons oppositely. So loving to Isabelle and me, and so distant to Clary and you. Some fucked up logic there. – Jace

They're both psychopaths. I think we both know that. The person in this situation who's going to be hurt the most will probably be Isabelle since she actually loves her parents. – Alec

You're going to have to tell her beforehand. A surprise attack would hurt. – Jace

I know – Alec

What is Valentine doing? Is he going to help us or just sit and watch? – Jace

He said he wants you meet up with you soon to speak – Alec

Jace is surprised. He feels his heart rate increase slightly. He is going to see his father who he has not seen in over almost ten years.

Okay – Jace

You going to be okay with that? – Alec

I'm going to have to be aren't I? I have no other choice – Jace

You always have a choice. Got to go. Keep me posted if anything happens. I'll do the same. – Alec

Okay. Talk to you later. – Jace

Alec is a good person. Jace can tell. He just wants to protect his sister. He didn't have to come to Jace to help him and Clary. He could have just gotten Isabelle and him out of there, but he is trying to help Jace and for that Jace owes him.

Jace feels like he finally has someone on his side.

About time.

He realises he can't have Clary not on his side right now. They have to stick together if they want to get out of this safely.

He runs out of his room and heads back to Clary's room.

"Clary! Open the fucking door!" he screams, banging on the door.

"Do you not understand the meaning of space?" she yells frustratedly.

"Yes I do, but I need you right now…I need you so much. Don't push me away please." He pleads.

"You need me?" she says softly.

"So much." He promises, hoping he's getting to her.

"Is that you or your dick talking?" she mutters.

"For fucks sake Clary." Jace groans.

"What? You want me to get you off just so you can yell at me for being so sickly? No thanks." She hisses.

"I just wish you'd open this door. I have the key you know. I'm just trying to respect you." he sighs.

"Wow. You've done such a wonderful job of that haven't you?" she says sarcastically. "You're so full of shit Jace. Just go away!"

Jace realises what he has to do. He keeps many secrets from Clary but he knows there's one he must tell her now. One that may help her understand his actions and reactions.

"Clary…This is hard to tell you and I've never told anyone this before…" Jace starts.

"What? Is it another one of your masturbatory stories?" she mocks.

"No Clary." He says agitatedly. "This is serious. It's about Jocelyn and me."

"What about you two?" she asks quietly.

"I'd like to tell you properly if you'd open this door please." He asks.

"All you had to do was ask politely, but no! Fuck this and fucking that, jeez." She mumbles as she opens the lock.

Jace chuckles at her feistiness.

"Come in." she says meekly as she opens the door wider for him.

He walks in and takes a seat on her bed. She sits beside him.

"Well?" she asks.

He takes hold of her hand, bringing it to his lap and intertwines their fingers.

"Do you remember what I was like when you were young? When I'd spend more time with Jocelyn and none with you?" he asks delicately.

"Yeah I do…you were always moody and agitated. You would leave the house as soon as you could. I remember you spent a lot of time with her in her room. I always wanted to ask why but I didn't know whether I'd like the answer." She says.

"If I tell you know I think it'd make you understand by situation more but I'm also afraid it'll make you run off."

"You can tell me anything Jace. You know that?" she clutches their hands tighter.

"Yeah," he takes a deep breath, he lowers his eyes. "Okay, erm, when we were younger. Jocelyn made me spend a lot of time with her in her room. Clary… she was making me touch her and she would touch me. I-I-I I didn't even know what I was doing, I was a kid. I didn't know what she was making me do. I didn't know about anything sexual back then. I was so young and when I realised after the years, I became angry, distant and moody. That's why I was always trying to leave. She was always trying to rope me back into her arms. Even after I told her how wrong it was she didn't care. She would tell me I made up for Valentine. She would use me to get herself off."

Jace is too scared to look up to see the look on Clary's face. He expects disappointment, disgust and detestation.

Clary doesn't say a word. Her heart thumps in her chest. No wonder. Oh God, poor Jace. That's why he resisted her all this time, why he always felt guilty, why he would never give in, whenever he was angry at her, he was really angry at Jocelyn. She feels anger fill her chest. Oh my God, that sick bitch. SHES FUCKING SICK!

Clary's eyes tear up, not because of Jace, but for Jace. She can't imagine how Jocelyn's actions have affected his life. How they made him think in situations. She watches as Jace stares at the rug on her floor. He won't look up at her. She lifts his chin with her finger. His head lifts up but he avoids his gaze.

"Hey," she whispers. "Look at me."

Still he doesn't look at her.

"It doesn't change a thing." She whispers as she leans in close, her lips near his. She can feel his harsh breaths.

"It doesn't?" he asks quietly.

"No." she promises. "It just makes me hate her more. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I had a feeling it was that but I didn't want to say anything…it makes sense."

"I know, but it's still not fair on you. I shouldn't take out my feelings about her on you. I shouldn't compare us to what she did. I'm sorry." He shivers.

"I understand. I don't like it but I do. You just can't treat me like that okay? It's not fair to either of us. We deserve better. We're all we have; if we're angry at each other we'll be alone."

"I'm so sorry that my words pushed you to do something like that." He lifts her hand towards his mouth and places soft kisses on her cuts. "I didn't mean a single word. I'd never leave without you. I wouldn't want to leave without you."

"You're going to have to in a few weeks." She frowns.

"You don't worry about that, Angel." He murmurs, pulling her close to his side.

"I wish our lives were different." Clary says.

"Don't we all baby girl." Jace sighs.

"Can we just forget for a few hours how shit our lives are?" Clary asks.

"I'd do just about anything to make you happy, scratch that, I would do anything to make you happy." Jace says.

So for the next few hours that's what they do.

She slides her lips against his. He thrusts his hips in between her legs. He slips his hands under her shirt. She clutches his ass so she can hold him tighter. She runs a hand through his wavy hair. His lips peck at her neck. She pants at his assault. He groans as she subconsciously rubs against his crotch. He lives for these moments. He wants a lifetime of these moments with her.

He makes her forget. They forget in moments like this. They forget everything. And it turns out they forget too much. Like the sound of the door opening. Footsteps in the hallway. The fact that they left the bedroom door wide open for anyone to see.

"Oh my God!" A voice gasps. "What the HELL is this?"

Clary and Jace split apart abruptly to find Jocelyn standing in the doorway of Clary's room. They didn't even hear her come in, didn't even hear her footsteps. They just about heard her gasp.

"What in God's name are you two doing?" Jocelyn watches them wide eyes.

They are still clung together. They look at each other. Realisation passes through their eyes. They fucked up. They should have locked the door, should have listened out for the door, for the footsteps, like they always did, but they wanted to forget so badly.

Jace slowly releases himself from Clary's leg.

"Jocelyn…this isn't what it looks like." Jace gulps.

Jocelyn laughs hysterically. "Oh this, this is rich. I can't believe it." She shakes her head.

"Please…" Clary pleads.

"Shut up you whore. Slumming it with your own brother? What is wrong with you two? What the HELL is wrong with you two?" Jocelyn screams at them.

"It was my fault. I convinced her to do it. Clary doesn't even know what we were doing." Jace says, using the idea that Jocelyn believes Clary is pretty naïve in their defence. He's going to take the blame for this. He won't let Jocelyn hurt her for this, not for something that is his responsibility.

"Oh, so you get off on your sister? How does that make you feel? You're sick." She spits at him.

"I know." He swallows. "I couldn't help myself."

"Clary go downstairs. I need to have a word with your brother." Jocelyn says.

Clary walks down without discussion. She knows better than to argue with Jocelyn.

"Jace sweetheart. Why are you getting it from her when you know you could always get it from me?" Jocelyn purrs.

"You're…you're with Luke. I had to find other options. I told you I didn't want this with you anyway." Jace cringes.

"So you'd rather slum it with your sister? I can see why…she does look like me. You're just like me." Jocelyn shrugs.

"It has nothing to do with that." Jace growls.

"Oh really? Then tell me this, did you desire for her come before or after me?" Jocelyn raises an eyebrow.

"You know the answer to that. It doesn't make a difference considering I never desired you. I was way too young to. You're my mother for god's sake!" he screams at her.

"And she's your sister, that doesn't matter to you?" Jocelyn asks.

"Is she really?" Jace asks, to throw her off balance.

"Of course she is." Jocelyn frowns. "Why would you ask that?"

"She looks nothing like dad." Jace shrugs.

"So?" Jocelyn asks nervously. "You look nothing like me. So what? Clary has all of me and you have your entire father. That doesn't mean I'm not your mother. Stop trying to find justification for your actions."

"It was just a question. Why do you have to get so defensive?" he interrogates.

"Oh shut the hell up. I should report you to the cops for what I just witnessed. That was a sexual crime against your little sister. What would the public say about you, huh?" she grins at him.

Jace freezes. "You wouldn't do that."

"Why shouldn't I?" Jocelyn asks.

"We didn't have sex. We didn't commit a crime. You're wrong." Jace sweats.

"What you did was still a crime. It was practically foreplay. I think I am going to call the cops actually. It would get rid of you much easier and quicker." Jocelyn says.

"No! You can't. Don't." Jace begs. Getting the cops involved would ruin everything. He'd have no chance at saving Clary with the cops on his back. He'd never get her out of here.

"I guess you could do me a favour that would stop me from calling the cops." Jocelyn smirks.

"What is it?" he says frustratedly.

"Touch me again." She says simply.

"What?" Jace chokes.

"Put your hand on my pussy." Jocelyn smiles.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jace yells.

"Isn't that what you were doing to your poor innocent sister before I came in? What is wrong with you! I should call the cops!" Jocelyn fake gasps.

"I won't do it. " Jace shakes his head. "Not ever."

"All I'm asking you to do is cup it. You don't have to rub or stimulate or even get me off. Just touch." Jocelyn loves making him squirm. "Do it or I'll punish Clary for your actions."

Jace swiftly cups her core making her yelp. "You could have warned me before doing that."

"Oh I apologise." He says sarcastically.

"Hold it for five seconds. God I missed that big hand on my pussy." Jocelyn murmurs.

Jace consciously looks at the door. It's still opened. Clary could have heard their entire exchange.

"There, you can let go now." Jocelyn smiles smugly. "I'm going back out, I only came home to check on you. And know this Jace, if I ever catch you in a compromising position with Clary like that ever again, I will hurt the both of you. We both know Clary is saved for someone special and it's not you." she winks and then leaves the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

Jace sags against the wall.

Well that could have gone worse.

He rushes to the bathroom to wash his hand in soap and uses some of that antiseptic stuff he used on Clary. He just feels sick. He hates how Jocelyn can do this to him.

When he comes back to the room he finds Clary pacing nervously.

"Did you hear any of that?" he asks quietly.

"Yeah. All of it." Clary whispers. "Why…why is she like that?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know Clary. I don't know." But he does.

"Why wasn't she more surprised?" Clary asks. "Do you think she expected something like this to happen with us? She seemed indifferent."

"I know. It's what I was wondering too." Jace says worriedly.

"We need to get out of here." Clary says uneasily.

"I'm working on it." He mutters to himself.

He needs to work faster.

Don't know why but I didn't like this chapter! It was more of a filler chapter that leads into the next chapter which will be very drama filled, don't worry! This chapter was based more on solving Jace and Clary's issue. I hope you guys liked this chapter anyway. Why wasn't Jocelyn so shocked? Theories? Favourite lines? Please review, fav & follow! sorry for any spelling mistakes/tense mixups!