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Clary's POV

I wake up groggily. My hip aches from laying on what appears to be concrete. I'm surrounded by darkness except for a single light bulb hanging in the middle of the room . There's so much aching and pain all over my body that I'm not sure what hurts and what doesn't. I make a move to stand up only to discover that my hands are tied behind my back by rope. I'm forced back the ground as I try to stand so I'm guessing the other end of the rope is tied to something in this very damp corner. I struggle to figure out where I am and why. In the midst of my wondering a door from the other side of the room opens with the creak of rusty metal grinding together.

"so the little bitch is finally awake", a vaguely familiar masculine voice says. My eyes try to focus on the person across the room.

"why am I here?", I ask and I'm startled by how much it hurts my throat. Jordan Kyle steps into the center of the room. The lone light source bounces off his brown hair and illuminates his hazel and green speckled eyes, he's dressed in all back. If the circumstances were different I'd find him attractive, but they aren't.

"Just having a little fun", he says with a chuckle. I begin to say something snarky in response but he rushes across the room and before I know it the cold metal of a gun is forced against my temple. I freeze in fear and my eyes become as round as quarters. I hang my head low wondering why he's doing this to me but he harshly pulls my face back up with a tight grip. I whimper at the force he uses, this seems to amuse him because he smiles a dark, malicious smile.

"Jordan why are you doing this, what's the point?", I ask him, my voice barely a whisper. He looks in my eyes and for a second I think I see mercy but I'm wrong because he grabs my hair and pulls me towards him.

"what's the point, well your little boy toy..", he chuckles and begins but I cut him off.

"you mean Jace?", I ask, a few pieces clicking into place. Before I even have all the words out my mouth he presses the gun harder into my temple.

"I'M THE ONE THAT ASKS THE QUESTIONS, NOT YOU!", he booms at me out of nowhere causing me to flinch.

"now where was I? Ah, yes. Jace has down me wrong greatly. I take him in and make him part of my team. I treat him like a brother and yet he has the nerve to go against me", he begins. His words are bitter and hateful and it makes me wonder just what Jace has done to him.

"but why am I involved?", I take a risk and ask him. He seems not to care too deeply this time because all he does is lift my chin with his fingertip, forcing me to look at him.

"Jace was a star player. he probably could've taken team captain from me and he left. We've lost all our games since. Him leaving, choosing you over me, has ruined me, you see. I have scholarships to receive but I can't do that if my team is fucking shit, now can I?", he states very angrily.

"Jace took my chance at a good future when he left, he ruined the one thing I love most. So I'm gonna do the same to him", he says. I laugh bitterly.

"You're wrong", is all I say to him. He punches me in the lip and I feel it bust open and bleed.

"you really are stupid aren't you? are you really that blind and ignorant", he says with a sour laugh.

"not as much as you", I say and spat in his face. It takes him just a second to register what happened but when he does I begin to regret my action.

"you're gonna wish you hadn't done that, you dumbass", he says. Jordan pistol whips me in the face. It hits my cheek bone hard and I can feel the skin tear as easily as paper. The force from the hit knocks my head back against the wall.

"that's gonna be a bruise later", I say through gritted teeth. I can't let him get to me, if I do it'll be giving him what he wants. My comment seems to make him angrier because he stomps down on my ankle. I'm overwhelmed. Overwhelmed from the pain. Overwhelmed from how much it hurts my throat when I scream. Overwhelmed from the cracking sound my bone makes as his boot crushes it. Overwhelmed by the darkness in his eyes. They're so dark I could be looking into the eyes of the Devil himself.

"Got something else to say, wiseass? Go on, I dare you. See where it gets you", he threatens me. I simply just look at him with silent tears running down my face. I refuse to beg him for mercy though. I close my eyes and force myself to swallow saliva that isn't even there.

"you picked the wrong person to torture" I say, I don't particularly know why. I flinch as it comes out of my mouth, scared he's gonna harm me again.

"and what makes you think that princess?" he asks me sadistically. I cower from the bitterness laced in his voice.

"first of all, I'm not the most important thing to him. He proved that to me a long time ago. and second of all, I'm used to pain. I mean sweetheart, I've hurt myself before, I've cut my own skin with a razor blade. Do you REALLY THINK ALL THIS HURTS ME?!", I yell at him. I'm frustrated. I just want to go home, I'm tired of all the aching and pain in my body. I just want to go sleep in my bed. My head falls and my breathing becomes slow and labored, my yelling exhausted me even more.

I can tell I've startled him though. He wasn't expecting me to rear back at him. Suddenly he rushes over to me and shoves a finger against my lips.

"Shhhh. We're in school, inside voices. Now a naughty girl has to be punished for breaking the rules", he says and my eyes widen at what he's referring to. I open my mouth and clench down hard on his finger causing him to howl in pain. I can taste blood in my mouth but I'm not sure if it's his or mine.

"shhh. Inside voices only", I mock him sarcastically and instantly regret when he rushes forward and tugs on my shirt so hard it tears. I let out a scared whimper. He then comes really close to my face and studies my face but I can tell he's just being dramatic more than he's actually interested.

"ready for that punishment, princess", he grins an devilish grin and reveals his white teeth as he begins to stroke my thigh. I jerk against my restraint and gasp at the pain on my wrist. I twist and turn and do everything in my power to stop what he's about to do. But I can't. I'm weak. and tied up. Completely defenseless against his strength. He chuckles the most wicked chuckle I've ever heard.

"you son of a bitch", I say to him once I stop struggling due to how much it's drained me of energy.

xXx

Jace's POV

"you son of a bitch", I say to Sebastian. He's one of the other players on the football team. He's Jordan's wing-man for everything. When I moved to town, I took his position from. I've always expected to have it out for me but he's just been toying with me and playing dumb at every question I ask. For the past hour I've been calling everyone I can think of. Everyone who could even possibly know where Clary is. Our last option is to call the police.

"look man. All I know is that Jordan said something about pranking you or getting back at you for whatever but he didn't share anything with me, I promise. If I knew and if it were about Clary I would've told you because it's fucked up to kidnap someone. It's rough, causes the person searching to go over the edge, lose sanity that can't be regained", he says. His voice hardens and becomes stiff, as if someone important had been taken from him a while ago.

"you wouldn't know how to find a missing person would you?", I ask him pushing my luck.

"when I was younger, my little brother was taken and we searched for him on our own for 2 days. Once we got the police involved it took them 6 hours. The 2 days were the worse days of my life, like I said, it does something to you. But my advice is, get authority involved. They'll find her a lot easier than you would", he says. There's something in his voice, a hidden emotion that I can barely pick up on but it's there. Pride? I wonder why but don't ponder on it too hard.

"Okay man, thanks. If we find her soon, I owe you big time", i tell him as I exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"nah, you don't owe me anything. Just one brother to another, alright. Good luck finding her dude", he says and hangs up.

An hour later, after getting the police involved and making a phone call to Victoria and our neighbors, we're almost 100 percent sure Jordan is behind this. The police have confirmed that his car is not at home and is parked at the high school. As we drive towards our school, escorted by the Police, my hands tremble like crazy. I grip them together to make it stop, it kinda works. Isabelle is driving and I think to myself that if we weren't being escorted by police that she would definitely be pulled over.

Once we reach the school we are told to wait in the car and to give them time to search for her. Time passes excruciatingly slow. I'd for sure be pacing if I were standing up. There's a flash of movement in my peripheral vision and my head snaps in that direction.

The school doors open and expose a body being carried out on a stretcher. I pray it's not her, not my carrot. But the winds blows and a lock of fiery curls flow over the side of the stretcher. My heart sinks into my stomach. I then see Jordan Kyle being pushed along in handcuffs by a pair of officer and rage burns through my body causing my face to become hot and my vision to become red. I look the other direction as the paramedics close the doors of the ambulance that now holds Clary. Who knows what kind of state she's in.

"Isabelle, follow that ambulance" I say numbly. She puts the car in drive and follows the emergency vehicle out of the parking lot. I exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding. She's okay. She's in the back of an ambulance, but she's okay. We've got her back and that's all that matters. I'm exhausted but finally relieved that I know that Clary's okay. I allow myself to close my eyes to find a temporary darkness but all I see is flashing red, white and blue lights of the vehicles I dread seeing the most.