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Clarissa

I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move. I just stood staring. It was deja vu of the worst kind.

Izzy didn't seem to be frozen like I was however. "What the fuck you two," she screeched, striding determinedly towards the bed.

Aline turned her disgusting bobble head. "Oh, Izzy…Clary; I thought we locked the door," she chirped brightly. I watched in horror as she got up and off of my boyfriend, straightened her skirt and walked towards the door.

"Claarry?" Jace slurred, as he tried to sit up, but like a rag doll he fell back down on to the bed. His eyes were wide and his skin was pale; beads of sweat ran down his forehead.

I felt sick to my stomach, in fact I was going to puke; I could feel it.

Aline reached out, presumably to take the bag Izzy still held and snapped when Izzy grabbed her arm.

"What the fuck Izzy, let me go bitch."

Izzy's face was completely blank but her voice dripped venom. "What did you do to him Aline?"

Aline looked over to where Jace was still laying, looking terrified.

"I didn't do anything but leave Miss perfect here my sloppy seconds. Now if you will excuse me…" She trailed off as Izzy yanked hard on her arm, pulling Aline within mere millimetres from her face.

"I will ask you this once more, before I get really, really fucked off. What did you give him?"

"Fine, I gave him and E. It was a bit of harmless fun, you happy now?" she sneered.

Izzy turned to me then. "He's been drinking, Clary. We need to get him to a hospital. Call an ambulance," she ordered, throwing me her phone. I dialed the number and quickly rattled off our address. In the background I could here Izzy giving it to Aline.

"I don't know what the fuck your game is, but you… you are…get out. Now. Get your shit and get the fuck out."

And she did; no hesitation, she grabbed her bag and bolted.

"Izzy, shouldn't we have tried to keep her here, call the cops or something?" My voice had returned, and now I was starting to panic.

"C, I know this shit sucks, but he needs you right now. Don't worry about her – she isn't leaving the country – the cops will track her down. Right now we need to clear this house and get a shit-tonne of water in to him."

She took off out of the room, and then faintly in the background I could hear her yelling at people that the party was over and to clear out.

"Clary?" Jace's voice was soft, child like. I took a bottle of water out of the fridge and moved to his side, pulling the sheet up to cover him when I got there.

"Jace? Its okay, I'm here." My voice was shaky, because really – it wasn't okay.

Tears were running down his face, matting his already sweat soaked hair to his cheeks. "Clary, what's happening to me? I, I can't move," he sobbed.

"Shh, helps on its way," I soothed, really not knowing what else to say. I tried to pick up his hand and lace my fingers through his own, but it was dead weight and fell back down to his side. He whimpered again.

"Drink some more, Jace, please?" I begged. His eyes widened, and he looked like he was going to try and run away, if he could have moved I think he would have.

"Who the fuck are you? Get out of here!" he screamed.

Now tears were rolling down my face too, as Jace clearly started to loose it. Thankfully within moments Izzy was showing two uniformed men into the room.

"Has he been drinking?" they addressed her. She nodded and looked to me for clarification.

"Um mostly just bourbon and coke I think," I answered, clearing my voice.

"And how long has he been like this?" The man was jotting notes on to his pad of paper.

"We just found him about twenty minutes ago. So we don't really know." Izzy came forward and grabbed my hand.

The uniformed man bent down and grabbed Jace's wrist, timing his pulse.

"Jace is it? Jace, we're going to get you some help man. Hang in there," he said reassuringly, approaching him cautiously with the other medic. Together they got hold of him and lifted Jace up onto the gurney.

"Any of you family?"

"No, but I'm. I'm his girlfriend," I answered following them out the door.

"Okay, you can ride with us then, the rest of you can either travel on your own or wait here." Then they loaded him into the ambulance and we were rushing off into the night.

I'd never described Jace as a small guy, he was well built, but also his personality was big too. But seeing him in that hospital bed, an IV protruding from his wrist, he looked tiny, and it broke my heart.

The nurses had assured me over and over again that Jace would be perfectly fine, but it didn't help with the myriad of emotions surging through my over-tired body.

I was angry, it was irrational – I knew that this wasn't Jace's fault; he'd been drugged. Still it was there – he promised me that this, he and I, was it. There would be no one else, and then he had sex with someone that was supposed to be my friend.

I was pretty freaking angry about that too – I had known that Aline liked Jace, she'd told me plenty of times, but drugging him to get in his pants? That was low, even for Aline.

A groaning noise brought me out of my reverie, Jace's eye lids were fluttering, and then, they locked on me. He blinked, once, twice, three times; seemingly trying to orientate himself.

"I'm in a hospital?" His voice was rough, like sandpaper.

I scooted closer to him. "Yeah, you are," I confirmed.

He tried to sit up, but struggled.

"Water," he begged hand to his throat. Dutifully I passed him the little plastic cup and straw and he drank deeply. When he was done he collapsed back onto his pillows, closing his eyes tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Clary." There were tears running down his face.

"Jace, you have nothing to be sorry for, this happened to you." I put as much reassurance as I could into it, he didn't need my emotional neediness on top of all the stuff he was surely feeling right now.

"I don't deserve you," he sobbed. "I did the one thing I promised you I wouldn't. I thought, I thought she was you, and then…I… I couldn't move."

He dissolved into full blown tears, and it made me cry too.

"I have to ask you this, Jace, you didn't…tell me you didn't know that she gave you that drug." I felt like a world class bitch for even thinking it but still, I had to know.

"No, I've done some pretty stupid things in my life, but willingly taking drugs? Not on my list. I didn't know. Do you know what she gave me?"

The sense of relief that I felt wasn't as big as I'd have thought it would be.

"She told Izzy that it was Ecstasy.

Aline is going to pay for doing this to you. I promise you, I won't let her get away with this."

He shook his head, wiping a hand over his eyes. "No, Clary, I want you to stay the hell away from her. She's clearly dangerous, please just don't."

I narrowed my eyes, and huffed. "What, so you are just going to let her go? Let me make this clear, Jace. She raped you, do you understand that? That is not okay, not by a long shot!"

His golden eyes seemed to burn as bright as the sun. "Yeah, I was there, I don't need the recap. And could you not say that?"

He would have said more, but just then a nurse walked in and started checking charts.

"Mister Morgenstern, how are you feeling? Any pain?" She flipped the pages on his charts methodically, like they were as interesting as any gossip magazine.

"Yeah, my throat is killing me," he told her, still looking at me.

"Okay, well how about I give you some pain meds. The doctor will be in shortly, and also there are some police outside that would like a word, shall I send them in?"

He nodded once, and the nurse quietly ushered the uniformed officers through the door. One of them, and older lady looked at me. "Are you family Miss?" Her tone was soft but left no roo for messing around.

"No, just the girlfriend," I answered truthfully.

"In that case, would you mind giving us a moment with Mr Morgenstern?"

I didn't answer her, but looked pointedly at Jace who gave me a lopsided smile.

"I'll be okay, why don't you go get some fresh air?" he prodded.

"Okay, I'll be back in fifteen minutes; you'll be okay on your own?"

"I'm a big boy, I can look after myself."

I gave him a pointed look, one that tried to say, Really? 'Cos your recent track record – not so good. I could only hope he'd got it, because I was ushered out the door rather quickly after that.

I kept to my word, fifteen minutes later I let myself back into the little green hospital room; Jace was alone.

"Everything okay?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, I gave them my report. They'll handle it." He didn't offer any more, and I could tell that the subject was closed.

"The doctor is signing some paper work; he said I can go home." Jace smiled. "And apparently I have an appointment with their shrink tomorrow. They think it would be a good idea if you came with me."

"And what do you think?"

"I think the whole exercise is a waste of time, but I also know you won't let this go until you can see that I'm all right. So, whatever." He shrugged.

"That means we are going to have to stay at the beach house tonight," I challenged, he could feign nonchalance all he liked but I knew that deep down, he had to be hurting.

His eyes widened for a split second before he smothered the look and replaced it with a look of indifference.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's change rooms though okay? I don't want to go back in there," he replied looking down towards his feet.

"Me either," I told him honestly.

Two hours later, we were back in the house; thankfully Izzy had stayed behind and cleaned up. We found her in the kitchen, stirring a large pot of spaghetti.

As soon as her eyes locked with Jace's, she flung herself at him and wrapped him in an enormous hug.

"Jace, I was worried. Are you okay?" she babbled, still clutching him tightly.

His long arms reached back and grabbed at her hands, pulling them apart so that he could step back and into his own space.

"The only thing damaged is my ego, and fear not, I'm certain it will make a full recovery," he deadpanned to her. "You women need to stop freaking out." He put a large hand on her head and ruffled her hair.

"I think we had reason. Anyway, I wasn't sure if you guys would be staying, so I moved your stuff into Clary's old room. I just assumed…" she trailed off.

"Thanks squirt. I have a few things to do, so if you ladies will excuse me, I'll be in the office," he told us, already striding towards the door. As soon as the door closed behind him Izzy turned on me.

"How is he really?"

I shrugged. "I'm not sure, he keeps saying he's okay, but I don't think I believe him, I mean, how can he be?"

"What about you? I know this can't have been easy?" Her eyes filled with sympathy.

"I'll be okay. Apparently we are going to see the hospital's psychologist tomorrow. Jace asked me to go with him, so I guess that is a good thing. Are you going to hang around?"

She shook her head no. "I've left Simon in charge; I really need to get back to the shop. You'll be okay with out me?"

I told her I would be, and proceeded to help her dish out dinner for the three of us.

Once the plates were filled, I went to find Jace and pull him out of the office. I knocked on the door but when he didn't respond, I let myself in.

"Eleven am will be fine. Yes, I'll be here. Thank you." He had been on the phone.

"Who was that?" I asked lightly, curious.

"Real estate agent. They'll be here tomorrow at eleven. I don't want to keep this place anymore. It's got too many shitty memories. We can go find a new holiday house together."

"Jace, shouldn't you speak to Alec first? This place is his too," I reminded him.

His eyes narrowed. "I am certain he will understand, and he will be compensated accordingly."

He stood from the oversized leather chair, flipped his laptop closed and motioned for me to leave the room.

Clearly there would be no discussing this.

"Jace, you need to speak to him, I'm not kidding."

He spun around to face me.

"Clary, if you are that worried about a guy that used you for five years, then please, feel free to call him. I won't."

He stomped off towards the kitchen, and plonked down into a chair, stabbing at the food whilst he glared.

It was going to be a long night.

Somehow we managed to get through dinner without any drama, Izzy left and Jace continued to stomp around the house, slamming doors as he went.

I didn't know what to do; everything I said seemed to make things worse. For the most part, I tried to stay out of his way.

Out of his way, meant that I found myself sitting in the garden, the one place in the whole house that wasn't tainted with ugliness.

I pulled at a random pieces of grass, contemplating the mess that we'd found ourselves in. Less than two days ago, Jace and I had been nurturing a fledgling relationship, today I couldn't do or say anything with out making him angry.

I felt sorry for myself, and for Jace. It wasn't fair.

I felt his presence before he sat down beside me.

"Giuvaer?" He sounded sad, I turned to face him, and sure enough there were tell tale tear tracks running down his face.

"I'm sorry. I'm not…I'm not coping well."

I could see the effort it took him to tell me that, and I reached my hand out, placing it lightly on his thigh.

"It's okay. I get it." I smiled sadly, trying to put some bravery into my words. He didn't respond but lie down and put his head in my lap, staring up at me.

"I'm worried that you're gonna call this off," he stated, waving his hand between us. His eyes conveyed just how scared he was.

"I don't blame you, Jace. I'm hurting, and really, really pissed off; but that doesn't change how I feel about you. Or the fact that us being apart is exactly what Aline wanted. Well, that and … Anyway, my point is this; we can make it through this, but we have to stick together."

He picked up my hand, laced his fingers through my own.

"I don't deserve you."

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