Jon POV

Twenty minutes later I walk into the abandoned cathedral the towering doors close with a bang behind me. Way to be inconspicuous... I think to myself. I look at the paintings that cover the walls and the stain glass windows all the figures' eyes seem to follow me staring down at me it kind of disturbed me in the sense I felt like God himself was watching my every move waiting for me to make a mistake to then strike me down with a lightning bolt sending me into the deepest pits of Hell for what I'm about to do. I shake my head and look away form the paintings, that's when I saw him, my father leaning against a wall with a smirk planted on his face. I walk over to him slowly

"Hello father."

"Hello my son." he says still smirking.

"What is it you want me to do?" I ask my face bare of any emotion

"You follow the path that's been laid out for you. You know what I want to happen; make it so." he says walking around me.

"Mind refreshing my memory" I snarkily reply, my father laughs

"You really are my son in every way shape and form. Don't disappoint me." he walks away, even after he's gone I can hear his foot steps echo through the abandoned cathedral, I shiver.

"I know what to do" I say

Clary POV

"Jace chill out gosh I know my limitations."

"I don't think you do Clary… you need to understand that you are injured and you need to understand that being shot especially when the bullet only missed your heart my an inch caused a ton of damage to your body, you're never gonna recover if you don't just sit and chill out okay?"

"Alright gosh Jace I'll stay still." I say getting irritated.

"I just don't want you to get hurt anymore than you already are."

"I don't need to be babied I'm 17 I can handle it."

"But you don't have to… people who care about you want to help… Clary you aren't alone anymore."

"I understand that-"

Knock knock. I look towards the door and see two Police officers waiting by the door

"May we come in?" the one who looked to be in his 40's with friendly eyes and brown hair speckled with gray no doubt from years of stress. I nod my head in response to his question. They walk in, I find out the older man's name is Luke and his partner is named Magnus. "Miss. Morga-"

"Clary" I interrupt "Sorry" he laughs and smiles

"It's quite alright Clary… We'd like to ask you a few questions regarding your encounters with Mr. Valentine Morganson."

"What is it you'd like to know?"

"Everything that pertains to the upcoming trial that will determine if your father goes free or ends up behind bars. We'll need your testimony some pictures of the scars and current injuries inflicted by him. We've already asked for the hospital records and reports."

"Alright well you know he's my father... He didn't start the abuse until I was thirteen years old. Even then it was only a slap across the face here and there and only over minor things; I remember when I came home from school late because I had to make up an exam I missed, when I walked in the door he said 'Where the Hell were you?' so I answered him and he slapped me and told me 'Don't let it happen again.' I didn't, still don't understand, why he did that. Over the 3 years the beatings got worse sometimes without a reason, just for him to enjoy the thrill of watching me bleed and beg for him to stop. He eventually progressed to cutting me and burning me; one time he held a pan that had been on the stove to my back, for no reason to my knowledge, I had 2nd degree burns down my back for weeks. He'd only beat me when mom was away on business trips and when my brother was away at a friend's house or at hockey practice, he didn't want anyone to know so he threatened me everyday if I told anyone he'd kill me. I don't know how he'd get away with that but god knows he'd find a way. He always would say to me I was just a disappointment to him nothing more than a body taking up space, that he was doing me and the everyone else around me this big favor by beating me, punishing me for being a human being and being here alive. He's sick I know that but I do know he never used to be like this." I finish my statement with tears clouding my vision I swallow back the sob I know is bound to make its way out of my mouth.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. Clary he will pay for what he's done I'll make sure of that." Luke says and I nod my head, a few tears slip down my cheeks. "Thank you for your testimony. I'm sorry to have bothered you, we'll be in touch." with one last look at me Luke leaves the room his partner, Magnus, trailing behind him. I lay back on the pillows and compose myself before looking over at Jace. He's quiet and looking down at the ground, when he looks up his eyes hold fuming anger and rage.

"Jace calm down… he's going to get what he deserves no need to break out into battle mode."

"How can you say that? He hurt you so much for so many years and you don't want any harm to happen to him?"

"I never said that. I said he'll get what he deserves soon enough."

"How do you know…?" he asked me

"Fate has a funny way of kicking you while you're down, once he falls everything will crumble with him."

"I hope you're right." Jace mumbles. It's silent for a while until there's a knock on the door and the doctor walks in.

"Well Miss. Morganson it seems you are doing better than we've hoped for so we've decided to release you under the conditions of you staying on bed rest until, possibly even after school resumes the following school year and returning here twice a week or physical therapy and check ups."

"So I can go home?" I ask eager I know I've only been here two days but it feels like forever.

"If you agree to bed rest and twice a week check ups with therapy sessions if not then we keep you here until you are fully healed with daily check ups and therapy."

"Define bed rest because I have a feeling my definition isn't the same as yours…" he laughs

"Miss. Morganson you really are something special. Bed rest by our standards is staying in bed except for essential needs like going to the bathroom and eating."

"Yea umm that was totally what I thought you meant…" he laughs again and shakes his head.

"Do you accept the offer?" he asks and I nod my head "Alright well I'll get the paperwork in order and talk to your mother about the arrangement."

"Thank you" I say and he walks away. "Well looks like I'm going home."

"I'll be by your side to keep you company until you're off bed rest and wreaking havoc once again." Jace says smiling.

"Wreaking havoc? Psh do you know who you're talking about?" I say laughing

"Yes and I know you and once you are back to your old self you'll be back to your troublemaking ways." I nod accepting the fact that he's right, and we laugh. I haven't laughed this much in such a long time and it's nice to actually be happy for once. And I think to myself,

"Things are finally starting to turn around."