I cannot even explain how pissed I am. I wrote this chapter and when I went to save it Fanfiction logged me out and I lost everything. So it may not be as good as I originally planned it to be.
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*******WARNING STRONG LANGUAGE IN THIS CHAPTER! LIKE REALLY STRONG! LIKE F WORD STRONG*********************
I look at Jace's sleeping form. His golden curls are sticking out everywhere making him look younger then he usually does. His lips are slightly parted making him look vulnerable. He is vulnerable.
I remember back in the safe house how his lips felt against mine. The softness and gentleness as if I was porcelain and with too much force he would brake me. We were vulnerable to our feelings then. We let all of our emotions out in that kiss. The happiness of being together, the anger at the world, the sorrow of the inevitable death of Max Lightwood, the hurt that I caused him. Everything was perfect until it wasn't. Everything changed when I lost control of myself and said those things to him. He may have not pushed me away when I kissed him but he was still hurt. He wasn't ready to forgive me even though he said we were fine. That's another reason why I left that place. I couldn't stand the constant lies and hurt that was happening. I regret every taking shelter in the house of Magnus Bane. Even though he did it thinking he would get the one he loved back, I can't forgive him for handing me back over to these monsters.
If I thought Magnus' betrayal was bad Jace's was a killer. Of all things he came back here and helped them to find me for his own selfish purposes. Well you can kiss my ass Jace Morgenstern. I regret ever opening up to that bastard. I regret not fighting back until now. But what I regret the most is letting my feelings for Jace cloud my perception of who he truly is. A low life, selfish bastard, with nobody to help or love him.
I hear a groan indicating that Jace is waking up. His eyes flutter open and adjust to the light before landing on me. "What are you doing here?" He asks blandly.
"I'm helping you," I reply.
"I don't need your help or your pity."
I let out a humorless laugh. "You really think I pity you? Please. Your not the one who is now half demon thanks to your bastard of a father."
He doesn't respond for a few moments but when he does I can here the poorly concealed hurt in his voice. "I don't need your help."
"Sure, you don't," I reply smugly.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asks, face flushed in anger.
" 'I don't need your help'," I mock. "If I hadn't had helped you, your lifeless body would probably be in Valentines office."
"Your wrong," he mutters.
"Like hell I am. You and I both know that Valentine wasn't going to just give up. Sure he stopped the guards for a little bit, buts that's only because I was screaming at him to. What would have happened if I didn't scream or thrash against the guards huh? Do you have enough faith in your father to not have you killed right there and then? Cause I sure don't," I spat.
He is silent. That just confirms my accusations. Valentine would have Jace beaten to death just to prove a point.
"You wrong," he repeats.
"Your hopeless," I mutter. I rise from my position in a chair that is about five feet from the door. I placed myself here for this exact reason. I knew we would either get into an argument or something would happen so I needed somewhere where I could keep an eye on him but have a quick escape route. My hand is on the door but before I open it I spin on my heels coming face to face with Jace.
"What did you say?" His voice is deadly calm. His chest is almost touching mine as he towers above, trying to intimidate me. Good luck with that.
"I said. Your. Hopeless. As in you need to get your head out of your ass and realize just how needy you are." I say with a smile. I know I'm being a bitch but I have every right to be.
He looks hurt by the words but that hurt quickly turns into anger. His hands slam against the door trapping me. "And your not needy? Hmm, if I remember correctly your the one who wasn't strong enough to even fight back before we escaped. Your the one who immediately went into submission when anybody showed any sort of aggression. You are so dependent on me to protect you, in case you haven't noticed. I could have left you when I ran away. I could have helped my father. Who knows maybe he would actually be proud of me if I did. But I didn't have it in me to beat and do horrible things to a little girl," His voice is pounding against my eardrums.
"I don't need you. I can survive perfectly fine here on my own. As for you? You couldn't even defend yourself if one of the maids came in here and attacked you. All they would have to do is hit you on the back and your down for the count," With that my hand slowly reaches out and taps one of the many gashes on his chest. He hisses in pain. "See? I barely even tapped you and your already hurting."
His hands roughly grab my arms with a vice-like grip. It hurts but don't show my pain. "Does this hurt Clary?" He asks tauntingly. I shake my head in response not trusting my voice. He squeezes a little tighter. "How bout now?" He cocks his head to the side as if I'm some never before seen creature. I just shake my head. "Your tough but I can tell, Clary." He squeezes tighter and a little squeak escapes me. He smirks and then releases my arms. "You might want to get something to stop them from bruising," he says with a bitchy tone.
I just glare at him which apparently he thinks is funny so he starts laughing. "Your just like you father," I hiss.
"It's in my blood," He throws is arms out to so the stretch as far as they can possibly go. He has a shit eating grin on his face and his eyes have a clouded expression.
What the hell happened to him within a matter of hours?
I storm out of the room with tears threading to spill over my cheeks. Damn my emotions. When I'm far enough away from his room, I let out a scream of frustration. The tears finally spill over the edge and I start to cry uncontrollably. I rush back to my room before anyone can see me. I fling the door open and quickly slam it shut. The door vibrates with the impact. I throw myself onto my bed and just lay there soaking in my own tears.
Some hours later there's a knock at my door. I stomp over to the door and fling it open coming face to face with none other than Jonathan. "What do you want?" I ask harshly. I don't want to deal with any of his bullshit.
"I'm here to tell you the instructions for the experiments," he says with a wicked grin.
"Valentine's in the infirmary though," I say cautiously.
"Who said this was Valentine's experiments?"
Sweat is dripping down my face and landing on the floor with an audible splat. I try to hold in a scream when I feel the pain course through me. There's a burning sensation running through my body. I feel like I have been force fed a bucket of acid.
"Just give in Clary," Jonathan whispers haughtily in my ear.
I don't respond because I have to put all of my focus in holding back my screams.
"Don't fight it," Jonathan nips at my earlobe.
"Get away from me you bastard," I growl.
"Since when were you a fighter? Hmm? Last time I remembered you were ready to give and even with the slightest push you would cave in. So tell me Clary," he draws my name out, "what has inspired this new found...spirit."
I don't respond I just shoot daggers at him.
"Was it the Lightwood bitches? Or was it the misplaced hope of escaping again?" He taunts.
"I can assure you it was neither the Lightwoods or the 'misplaced hope of escaping again'" I mock. A smirk settles on my face.
Jonathan hands are now on the arms of the chair I am currently bound to. His face only a mere breath away from mine. "You sure are feisty," he whispers. He leans in closer so his lips are right next to my ear. "Who has sparked this change, hmm?"
I look into his eyes and lean in as if I'm going to tell him a secret. "Two words Jonathan. Fuck. You."
His hand cracks across my cheek leaving a stinging pain. "I know you want to but I'm not up for it right now," he says with a smirk. I spit out the blood that has gathered in my mouth and shoot him a glare. His face lights up with astonishment and surprise. "Oh don't tell me," he chuckles, "it was Jace wasn't it?"
I don't respond.
He lets out a thundering laugh. "Oh. My. God. It was, wasn't it? You have developed feeling for that bastard." He lets out another laugh. "Oh this is just to good. Wait until Valentine finds out."
He turns on his heels still laughing. He walks with arrogance and a slight spring in his step, obviously proud of this new found knowledge. The door closes behind him and I'm left to my thoughts.
Jace's POV...
I lay on my bed feeling numb. Everything is ruined. The one girl I actually care about hates my guts. And she has every right to I just wish she didn't.
Would it be easier if everything just...stopped. If I stopped caring. If I stopped feeling. If I stopped breathing? I let out a shaky breath and try to control my feelings.
I'm pulled out of my self pity party when Jonathan saunters into my room with a shit eating grin on his face. "Get out," I growl.
"Clary has become quite the fighter hasn't she?" His question sends a chill down my spine.
"What do you mean?" I ask nonchalantly even though on the inside everything is buzzing.
"She and I just had a...conversation and she is quite the little spit fire," he says deviously.
"What did you do to her?" My voice is raised and I'm standing face to face with him.
"Please don't tell me you actually care about her?" He looks as if this is the best thing in the world.
When I don't respond he bursts out laughing.
"Oh my God. Are you like Romeo and she's Juliet? Star crossed lovers?" he asks amused. "This is just to perfect. Don't you think? Girl falls in love with her captor," he spreads his hands and arms as if he's reading a sign, "I can already see it." His voice turns cold all of the sudden. "They fall in love but he can do nothing to save her from her horrible torture and inevitable death."
My body tense's but my face remains emotionless. I scoff, "As if. I could give a rats ass about her."
"Oh good. Then you won't mind that I get her," he's trying to get a rise out of me but I won't let him.
"Sure, do whatever you want," I shrug.
"So you won't mind if I, oh I don't know...fuck her," He drawls.
And that is when I snap. My fist collides with his jaw hard enough to make him stumble back. He seems caught off guard but a smirk appears on his face. "Couldn't give a rats ass huh?"
I grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him against the door. "If you touch a single hair on her head I will hunt you down and destroy you," I threaten.
"You really think I'm scared of you? Oh no, some one help me! Jace fuckin' Morgentsern is going to hit me! As if. You don't have any control over me. I can do whatever I want to your precious little Clary." He escapes my grasp and the next thing I know, I'm on the ground and Jonathan is above me.
He fist connects with my jaw and then my stomach. I gasp for breath as Jonathan kicks my ribs hard enough for them to crack. I let out a scream in pain. He gets ready to punch me again so I fling my arms up to protect my face from getting beaten in. After a couple good punches Jonathan stops and leans in so he can whisper, "How can you protect her when you can't even protect yourself, little brother?"
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