A/N- Hey guys! Finally making another chapter, I know I'm slacking. School has been keeping me busy, and I also have been working on a recent fanfiction for Supernatural. But, I am going to make you guys another, super long chapter. It's probably gonna take me like five days just to make it super long for you all, but it'll be worth it. Anyway.. Here.. we.. gooooo! Also if you have any ideas for this story, please let me know cause I really appreciate your suggestions :)

Chapter 26

"Clary, what's wrong?" Jace was currently at my house, and I hadn't spoken a word to him. All I'd done was sit in his arms and cry, I was so shaken up from the other night and I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. Which is basically what I'm doing now. Jace was stroking my hair, my head buried in the crook of his neck and his chin resting gently on the top of my head. He had been whispering small condolences in my ear, telling me everything would be okay but I haven't told him what happened yet. I don't know if I want to tell him, it'd be reliving it all over again..

Except I kind of do that, you can't just live something like that down, can't pretend it didn't happen. Stuff like that burns itself into your mind and never goes away no matter how hard you try.

"I…" I start to speak, but I don't finish my sentence, falling into another series of gross sobs. How is it that in the movies girls sob beautifully? Cause that is so unrealistic. If they were truly crying, they'd look disgusting. Like me, right at this moment.

"Is it Jon?" Jace whispers, I nod slowly. Something like that. Not the fact that he's dead. Cause he isn't. I say to myself.

"Jace.." I croak. "I don't know what to do." I look up at him, my face felt sticky from dried tears, and I felt so gross. I wanted to shower. I needed to. "I'm gonna go shower, I'll be back soon, okay?" To be honest, I just wanted a moment alone to myself to think. Things like Am I gonna tell Jace what happened? Should I try confronting Jonathan, wherever he is? I still have no clue if I should tell anyone what happened, I didn't want to.. I gather clothes for my shower and go into my bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. I looked cruddy, my hair was a fiery mess on top of my pale head, I looked sickly and my face had blotches on it from crying. I looked like crap, and I sure felt like it. My head was killing me and I wanted to just curl up and die at the moment, I'd been through too much.. I let out a small cry, I hated this. Why did things have to get so complicated? I'm too young to go through all of this! I scream, I knock everything off the sink with my hands, going slowly to the ground in a crouch, covering my tear stained face with my trembling small hands, letting out huge sobs, I was done, I was tired, I was sick of hiding all of my gross ugly sobs. I was just DONE. I wanted Jon back, the REAL Jon, not the one Valentine poisoned. Speaking of which.. How did Valentine make Jon become like that? I don't know, I shake my head, my sobs had slowed to small cries and I hear a voice.

"Oh, Clare-Bear.." I jump up, putting my hands out. It was Jon. I let out a sigh of relief that I'm fully dressed and not even in the shower yet. "Why so sad?"

"Because Valentine poisoned you, he made you this.." I grit my teeth. "Get out. NOW. Or I swear, I will call for help."

"Clary? Are you okay, who are you talking to?" It was Jace.

"Yeah.. I'm fine, Jace. Sorry I'm just talking to myself." I didn't want him to know Jon was here, then I'd have to tell him about what happened. I wanted to just.. Not yet. I wasn't ready. Jonathan smiles devilishly at me.

"Oh, Clary. Covering for me? I knew you loved me. Let's say we.." He touches my hips and I shove him away.

"Jon get out. Right now, just go. Come back when you're the Jon that I know." I spit at him, tears falling down my face. My head was pounding from crying so much, I just wanted to stop crying. I get two tylenols from the bottle on the sink and get a small cup of water from under the sink and fill it with water, swallowing down the two pills. "And leave me alone. I just want to be alone, go away." Jon puts his hands in the air with a dumbass look on his face.

"Okay, okay. Fine. But darling.. You know I'll be back." Then he's gone. I sigh, glad he's gone and I slip out of my clothes and into the shower. The water is warm on my cold, achy body and I stay in there, scrubbing my hair and washing my body and just letting the warm water cascade over me for almost a full hour. It felt so good, I wish that my life was this relaxing all the time. But I guess that'll never happen..

._x.X.x_.

"Clary are you sure you're okay?" Jace asks me two days later as we sit at my house on the couch, watching Supernatural together. His arm was around me and my head against his shoulder, it was relaxing and I snuggle closer to him.

"Yes, Jace I'm fine. I just miss Jon is all." I explain. "I wish he was here right now, griping about how we need to scoot away and how gross we are." I laugh quietly. "I miss him so much.." And that was true, I really did miss Jon. The real Jon, the Jon who cared about me, loved me and always made me laugh when I was sad. The Jon I've seen this past week it's.. scarring, it hurts. He's not the same, Valentine has done something to him. And I'll never figure out what if I don't tell someone. I look up at Jace.

"Hey, Jace?"

"Yeah?" He looks at me, worry and concern fill the soft features on his face. No.. I couldn't tell him. It'd worry him more, and I don't want that stress on his shoulders.
"Oh never mind, I forgot." I smile weakly at him and he nods, and we turn back to our show. I smile at it, the two brothers Sam and Dean. They always fought for each other, even if they were in a tough situation with each other, an argument or being at a near death experience. They'd do anything for each other, and that's how Jon used to be with me. I just wish that he was the same and here with us right now so we could laugh at the show together like we used to with Jace every Friday night.

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Jon's POV

"Jonathan. How have things been going with your sister?" Valentine asks me, I shake my head reluctantly. If he knows that she's been turning me down, he'd kill me. After all he sent me to get Clary, do whatever it was I had to to bring her home.

"I can't get her. She's being stupid, she won't listen to a word I say and when I try to get her she always retaliates." Valentine pounds a fist on the table, I don't even flinch.

"I've taught you better than that!" He yells at me, his face was red with rage and I gulp. "You must get Clarissa by tomorrow, you're stronger than her! Use force, take extreme measures! Whatever to get her to come with you Jonathan is that CLEAR?!" I nod slowly.

"Yes, father."

A/N- Yes, I know.. it's shorter than I'd planned, but I thought that what just happened was good for a cliffhanger… MWAHAHA. What shall happen next? I don't know, do you? Can you figure it out? Will Clary tell Jace what happened? Will she tell anyone? What will Jace do when she tells him and he finds out she's been keeping it? And WHAT IS GOING ON WITH JON? All questions to be found out.. Later.