Authors note-this chapter contains domestic abuse and violence just wanted to warn you all. Hope everyone is well and I can't thank you all enough for the reviews, they have kept this story going. Just another note, someone mentioned the replaced and misspelled words, I write this on my phone and it's annoying because sometimes it changes words spelt right, I apologise greatly and I'm gonna try and make sure it doesn't happen again xx
After a great night, clary returned to hell. She walked through the 3am streets, they were deserted like a ghost town. Finally she placed her key in the door and twisted and stepped inside only to be greeted by the devil himself.
"Clarissa where the fuck have you been?" He shouted from the sofa.
" I had to work overtime I'm sorry seb" she said gently.
"Where's your wages?" He demanded. She pulled a wad of notes from her pocket and threw them onto the sofa next to him watching the bounce slightly.
His bony fingers skimmed though the notes and counted each of them. "Where the fuck is the rest of it?!"
"That's all I get paid seb, I've been trying my hardest to get a raise." She tried to reason with him. "It's not good enough you should have more than this, what about what I've given you to sell baby?" The toxic words slipped off his tongue like poison.
"I've stopped, it's wrong and I don't want to be involved anymore."
"Not if you want to live under this roof! How dare you disrespect me!"
"I pay half the rent seb, it's not yours!" She shouted back. He took two long strides and was suddenly cornering her by the door she finched slightly and tried to melt herself into the wall wishing nothing more than to disappear. His hand collided with her cheek and her head bashed into the wall behind her, the blood cells rushed to her face as she slowly slid down the wall until she was a small clump on the floor. He kicked her hard in the leg then walked off into their bedroom.
Clary's tiny body was shaking with sobs until she pulled herself off the floor, grabbed her bag and the money from the sofa stuffed it inside and walked out into the early morning dew. She was tired but it would have to do. She couldn't stay home not with that monster.
Jace got home and walked into his penthouse and as soon as his body hit his memory foam mattress and feather duvet he was out like a light, all his thoughts focused on Clary and the amazing night they had shared.
As he awoke, the redhead was the first thing on his mind, he had never felt as good as he did with her. He rolled of bed and hopped into the shower having a brisk wash then shaving his face before applying aftershave, brushing his teeth and putting on his uniform. It was a mundane start, to a day far from ordinary although he wouldn't know that.
The day seemed normal to both Jace and Alec as they were just driving along in the car nothing really happening. Alec stared perplexed at Jace as he drove. "You seem different, what's up?" Alec stated.
" I'm really good, Alec I met a girl and I think I've hit a chance you know."
"Where did you meet her? What's she like?" He had always been slightly overprotective of him.
"I met her in that club near the river, she's beautiful but you can tell she doesn't know it. She is short and has these gorgeous ginger curls and she's so cute. Then when we talk about art and things she likes her eyes just light up and it's so sweet and she just makes me feel alive mate. I've never felt like this and I barely know her but I just want more. She's addicative and the thing is I just don't wanna stop."
" I've never seen you like this jace. One last thing- what's her name?"
"Clary. Isn't it just perfect."
"If you like, she's not really my type you know."
" Alec ,you are telling me that you alaredy know she's not your type and you've never met her!" Jacesaid excitedly, even if it seemed angry he just felt so happy he couldn't let a negative emotion posses him.
"Jace I have something to tell you too, I'm gay and I've got a boyfriend and he's great and everything I want and I've been meaning to tell you but I didn't know how." He splurged all the words out on one breathe."
" chill, it's fine I know. He's a lucky man and I'm proud of you bro."
They drove in silence but it wasn't awkward because both of them had gotten something off their chest and had started to feel like their life was going to plan.