Ok these chapters are getting harder to write! So they'll take time to write!

I'm sorry there was a delay on posting this chapter, well only by a day but you get it...hopefully :P

I really hope you enjoy this chapter because I am worried its not one of my best! :/

But I am hoping its good :D

"Clary, wake up. Please," a voice begged. I felt hands search my body, examining the damage.

"Simon, she needs to get to a hospital. Look at the state she's in. I can't even find a patch of skin that isn't black or purple and look at the gash on her head," a faint voice said.

"Isabelle, call 911 now!" Simon yelled but to me it was faint as I slowly came back to consciousness.

"Ok," she said, panicky.

I felt a hand grip mine, "Clary wake up, you need to. Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can," Simon said, holding onto my hand.

I squeeze his hand slightly. My body seemed frail and broken; I had no strength to move or even talk. I slowly opened my swollen eyes to see a horrified and worried looking Simon and Isabelle. Tears swelled up in my eyes as the faint memory of my beating that left me physical and mentally damaged; came rushing back to me. How could he do this to me, his own flesh and blood? And just dispose of me like I was trash. I could be dying and he still wouldn't care; but that's who he is…a selfless, evil man.

"Clary, we're here; everything is going to be alright. An ambulance is on its way, just stay awake Clary. Don't close your eyes," Simon said clearly, still not letting go of my hand.

I gave a small smile as reinsurance, tasting blood as I did. I glanced around and noticed I was in the park not far from the swing set Jace and I saw kids play on early today. I lay on a wet patch of glass smelling the rusty smell of blood as it lingered around me. I felt a sharp pain as I felt a pressure against my forehead. Trying to pull away from the sudden pain, I was stopped by another more excruciating pain. My body then took over and suddenly a high-pitched scream found its way out. I slowly reached my shaking; blood covered hand over to cover my ribs protectively.

"Clary, does your rib hurt?" Simon asked placing his hoody under my head for something I could rest my head on.

Nodding, Simon pulled my hand away carefully and lifted my shirt slowly; being careful he didn't cause me anymore pain. Horror soon filled his face once my ribs were revealed.

"Isabelle! How long is that ambulance going to be?" He yelled, getting uneasy.

"They keep telling me to calm down," she answered, her voice sounding shaky.

"Give it here?" Simon roared, standing up and grabbing the phone from her grasp.

I was listening to Simon shout at the phone and Isabelle crying; kneeling down, when my eyes suddenly became heavy. I knew I had to stay awake, but the heaviness on my eyes and the darkness that was crowding my mind was too overpowering. I slowly closed my eyes. There was a pain in the inside of my chest that started making my chest feel tight and making my breathing suddenly uneven. It was hard to take in oxygen; I started blacking in and out of consciousness. I faintly heard Isabelle and Simon yell my name but without much warning, I started to fade away; feeling the tight pain that grew in my chest.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling my body at ease but not far behind, a small pain still lingered there. Blinking I became more aware of my surroundings. White coated, plain walls; with a single window. All I could smell was the over used cleanings products that must have been used and the sound of beeping that was coming from next to me. Glancing to my left, I noticed the heart monitor that was connected up to me. Still glancing at it, I soon realise a figure was fast asleep in a chair next to the bed I was in. Jace. He slept silently on the uncomfortable chair, with his long legs up on another. Smiling, I lay there staring at him peacefully sleep.

"You're boyfriends seems like a really sweet guy. He hasn't left your side since he first came in," said a soft, calming voice.

Glancing up, I was faced was a pale faced girl that looked in her mid-twenties. "He's not my boyfriend," I stated, blushing as I did.

Coming up to me while holding a clip board, she said, "well to me, it looks like he wants more. It's not every day you met a 'guy friend' that stays in a hospital for a whole week with a friend when al he can sleep on is a chair."

Shocked, I asked "I've been in here a whole week?"

Looking sorry for me, she said, "Darling, you've had massive injuries done to you. When you first came in, there was a chance you mightn't even make it because of the internal bleeding in your chest. You're lucky you know. Not everyone walks away from a beating like that."

Closing my eyes, I said "What happens now?"

"Well the police want to have some questions to ask you but right now I have to check how you are."

After some pokes and 'how does this feel?' I was left alone to think but all I was doing was replaying the nightmare over and over again in my mind. As much as I wished that I had been left with some sort of memory loss, forgetting about that whole night; I wasn't that lucky because instead I am now stuck with the never ending nightmare. Tears slowly ran down my cheeks, knowing he could have ended me.

"Hey, hey hey… Don't cry," A sleepy Jace said caringly, as he came over to my bed from where he had just been asleep. As much as it pained me and the knowledge that I should be careful because of my stitches; I pulled myself up and slung my weak arms around his neck. I started shaking in his arms as the tears started to pour out like a rainfall.

Rubbing my back, he nestled his face in hair as he whispered, "I shouldn't have let you go back…" Pulling back, he shifted me so he could see my face. Right then I noticed the little tears that made his eyes look like crystals. Rubbing the tears off my cheeks, he added, "I promise with all my soul, I won't let him lay another finger on you, not as long as I'm around."

"Promise you won't leave me?" I whispered as more tears slid out.

Kissing my tears, he whispered leaning his forehead against mine, "never." We stayed like that for what seemed like hours until the pain was too much for me so I had to lie back down again. The next couple of weeks consisted of a lot of check-ups and visitors, even some from really pushy policemen; and no matter what was happening Jace never left my side. We would spend all day together and most of the night before I physically have to kick him out. The couple of weeks in hospital that I spent with Jace made me grow stronger physically and my feelings for him even stronger.

I woke up early, feeling the most happy and safe I've felt since…well I don't know when. My body was healing and I had most of my strength back; my thoughts were not getting haunted that much anymore but saying that, each night I would go to sleep, I would be haunted by that one nightmare. Shaking my head to get rid of those thoughts, I turned to see that Jace had fallen asleep in the armchair after movies last night. Quietly sneaking over to him, I jumped onto his lap making him jump suddenly awake.

Smiling, I poked my tongue at him. "You needed to wake up, it's almost 8:30," I said, cheekily.

"You can't be seriously?" He said, shaking his head. Picking me up, he stood up before settling me back down on the armchair.

Poking his tongue back at me, he teased, "Now I get your bed!" Before jumping into my bed and covering himself in my blankets.

I got up quickly and jumped on him, lying right on top of him. "I don't mind, you're much comfortable than the bed anyway." I laughed, resting my head on his warm, strong chest.

Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me up so I was inches from his face, "is that so?" he teased.

Running my hairs through his golden locks, I said with a little smile, "just a tad."

"Well I'm glad I can be your personal pillow," he smirked before adding with a wink, "Can I be anything else personal to you?"

Leaning down, I brushed my lips across his cheek till they were next to his ear before whispering, "In your dreams." Giggling, I sat up so I was saddling him.

Smirking, he said, "oh I do."

Slapping him, I giggled. "You're gross," I said, still laughing.

Pulling me down, he moved so I was beside him. Moving onto his side, he pulled me cross. Turning all serious, he said, "You get discharged today, so you're coming back home with me."

Nestling my face into his neck, I replied, "Thank you."

Feeling a kiss being planted on my head, I pulled him closer; wanting to be as close to him as possible. Looking up, I saw him staring down at me. Our eyes locked. Looking back and forth between his eyes and lips, I slowly lent up and brushed my lips against his. Our lips slowly moved against each other, fitting perfectly. He held me close, as his fingers traced the skin on my back. My fingers once again were sliding through his hair when I felt him pull away just a few inches.

Locking eyes with mine, he whispered, "I think I may be falling for you…" Before giving me a soft, tenderly kiss on the lips before pulling back again to rest his forehead against mine. Right then my heart felt like someone had just let off some fireworks in my heart making me realise, he wasn't the other one who was falling.

We stayed like that for hours but towards the end, we lost track of time and Jace had to race off but not before giving me a small kiss on my forehead. Smiling, I slowly drifted off to sleep; happy and cared for.

I suddenly woke up, hearing a fast tapping noise coming from the table that held all the flowers and cards I had received; mostly from the Lightwoods. I slowly opened my eyes to find my 'nightmare' and attacker standing right before me. Seeming to notice I was awake, he turned around to face me. He had no emotions shown on his face, but the expression that was shown was a smug, dirty look; making it seem like right then and there he knew he didn't care what he had done to me. I also knew if he had another chance to do it, he would but this time make sure he ended me for once and for all because to him I was nothing; and to me he was nothing but a nightmare and my attacker.

"Doctors say you can come home this afternoon. Get up and get ready now; we're leaving," he commanded, staring at me with so much hate that if it was a dagger, it would of gone right through me.

"I'm not going with you," I said sternly.

"The hell you aren't. I'm your father, you're my property. You're coming," he growled.

"I said no." I said, spitting. "You're not my father, you're nothing to me and I'm never ever going to consider you anything but a pathetic bastard that thinks it's alright to 'dispose' of your own flesh and blood; leaving them for dead."

Leaning forward, he said, laughing "you should have told the police when you had the chance," before adding darkly, "you have no future with Jace Herondale, especially when you're my daughter.'

"You don't know what you're talking about. He knows I'm nothing like you," I spat.

Pulling over a chair, he sat calmly down. Glancing up at me with a smirk, he said "he will when he realises you're the daughter of the man that killed his father eight years ago." Leaning forward to my shocked, horrified figure; he added, "You have no idea what I'm capable of darling but if you want to see what I am, stay with Jace. I'm giving you a choose, come with me and Jace will be fine but stay with him and I'll make sure his last hours are filled with torture; making him realise how much you were a mistake to be with."

Tears swelled up in his eyes, I felt like screaming out for help but I knew that'll make him get angry and could result with Jace getting hurt. "Why?" I whispered, now crying.

"Because you belong to me Clary, you're mine; no one else's. Come with me Clary. Don't do what your mother did or I'll make sure you pay by destroying the one you love," he threatened.

"Ok," I whispered, getting up out of the bed. I grabbed my jacket, putting it on and turning to head out the door. I swore quietly to myself because standing there looking angry and protective was jace.

Grabbing me, Jace pushed me protectively behind him as he faced Valentine. "You'll destroy me if Clary doesn't come with you right?" Jace calmly said, before adding, "Try your best because the only way you can have Clary is over my dead body!"

Smiling his smug smile, Valentine folded his arms. "Is that so?" He laughed as if it was some sort of joke.

"Jace, please!" I begged, "Let me go."

Glancing back at me, he said, "No Clary, I promised you I wouldn't ever let him lay another hand on you and I'm sticking to it."

Glancing back at Valentine, he said darkly, "You're not having her so you can come after me as much as you want but I'll make myself clear, Clary is not yours and she's not coming with you."

Stepping forward, Valentine stood nearly nose to nose with Jace. Smiling darkly, he threatened, "let the games begin," before turning to me and said darkly, "I'll be seeing you soon."

So how did you all like that chapter? Exciting, cute, scary?

If you want me to put up a one shot about Jace and what happened when he was ten (murder of his father) Review and tell me!

Review please, and tell me what you thought. I'll really appreciate it :)

Ex oh ex