Hey! Chapter 2 I had a few follows on the last chapter and it really pushed me to write,so thank you so much! I hope you enjoy it. (sorry it's not much I promise there is more coming.)

Jace POV

Jace's eye lids fluttered his long eyelashes brushing against his cheekbones. He squeezed his eye shut with a groan, running his hands over his five o'clock shadow and noted to himself that he needed a shave.

Pushing himself up he shook his head letting his hair fall into place. Blinking widely to wake himself up he pushed himself over to the wardrobe to change into his gym clothes.

Jogging quietly do n the stairs careful not to wake his mother knowing from the dim light that came through his bedroom window that definitely wouldn't be awake yet.

Glancing at the clock in the hall to find it was only five thirty am, before looking around for the keys only to see that they were already in the door. Grabbing them quickly and locking the door behind him he set off.

Just because he hadn't been back to this part of New York to see his mother didn't mean he hadn't been back.

It was the perfect hideaway from his father. He would have never expected Jace to be spending his time in the same city as his Mother. So never in those long weekends he went away without telling his father this is where they were spent.

He knew the way around. He knew the tricks of the town better than most, better than most of the people who'd spent there whole lives here.

It was here he had his first taste of alcohol, his first escape.

It was here he'd first gotten involved in his fathers buiseness. Without him knowing of course. All he knew growing up was that his father wasn't very high up in his business and that it wasn't something Jace was ever supposed to mention to anyone ever.

If anyone were to ask his father worked in finance. Which wasn't completely untrue it was more of an eluded truth. His father really did deal with the figures of the business, just not a legal business.

His father didn't get all that involved, but just enough that he could afford a place on the upper east side of Manhattan. A nice car and something to entertain him on the weekends, whether that be drugs, alcahol or a private room in the local strip club.

When Jace first found out about these things he wasn't all that surprised but he was shocked that his father had hidden it from him. It wasn't his father's dishonesty that bothered him but more that why would a man that would do these things be bothered about concealing them from his son. It's not like he would have told anyone. He was far to afraid of his father for that.

It started out with his father being more strict after the move, blaming it on them living in a busier part of the city.

Then he got a new job and shit really did hit the fan. His father was almost always drunk or high when not in work. He needed an outlet for his growing anger and frustration. That outlet was Jace.

He let the frustration get to him pushing himself down his hands resting on his knees. Exhaling loudly after his sprint comin to a stop he looked up to see he found himself right in the centre of the back alley system of the city. The heart of the business.

Of course there was no one there it was six o'clock in the morning for Christ's sake. If criminals weren't going to obide by the law they sure as hell weren't going to be working before ten.

"Oi, Herondale is that you?" His head snapped. Who the hell would be around to know him at this hour.

Turning around he found the source of the voice behind him sneaking down the fire escape from a nearby apartment.

A smirked filled Jace's face at the sight of Jordan. A familiar face at last. Someone he could stand.

"Jordan, is been a while. What the hell you doing round here at this time?" A smirk filled his friends face before he could finish.

"Overslept didn't I" he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at this, clearly catching on.

"Ah Walk of shame is it." Jordan's cheeks reddend slight his hands running through his dark hair as he'd finally made his way over to Jace.

He stood a few inches shorter than Jace. His face breaking out into a huge grin before saying.

"I could ask you the same, what you doing round this neck of the woods?"

"Running"

"That doesn't answer my question now does it."

After a long sigh he gave in just letting a little out.

"I live here now." He waited for the new to settle in, unsure of how the dark haired boy might react.

"Rad dude, for business? You going Xavier's?"

"Xavier's?"

"North high" Jace nodded his head slightly in response.

"Nah, haven't thought about that in a while. I'm living with Celine, until I can get my own place at least."

"Celine?" His eyebrow raised clearly suggesting something.

"My mother." His tone was cold as though he were reminding himself more than Jordan.

"Damn Jacey what a cold boy you are." His words were serious but his tone relaxed.

Uncomfortable with the emotional direction the conversation was headed Jace excused himself and headed home, muttering something under his breath along the lines of, " I told you not to call me that."

Waking into the house the door slammed behind him. He winced praying he hadn't woken his mother. Not hearing a sound he assumed his mother was still asleep, he was wrong.

Walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water before showering he stopped at the door when he saw his mother slumped over the kitchen table black smudges under her eyes sat in a bright pink dressing gown and slippers with bunny ears. She was running her fingers around in circles on her mug, her hair a mad mess and she was sobbing tears running down her face.

He took a step back as an attempt to remove himself from the situation before she noticed him.

The curiosity of what could have caused this only passes through him for a short second before he was snapped out of it.

His trance was broken by his mother saying pushing her chair from beneath her and slinging her mug across the room letting it smash harshly against the kitchen cabinet. Her untouched coffee ran down the white cabinets pooling in the floor. That was going to be a bitch to clean up later.

She screamed hitting her hands down on the table before swiping her hand across the table throwing everything across the floor.

She began sobbing again and his eyes skimmed the room taking in the disaster site that was now their kitchen.

Her sobs were broken by his "Holy shit." That he unintentionally let slip.

She looked up tears running down her face again running to him pulling him to her will all the force her body could muster.

She cried out his name, " oh my Jace, thank god, I thought you'd left. I thought I'd messed it all up again I thought .. "

He cut her off not wanting to hear anymore. He was angry why the hell would she be crying over him, she had no damn right to. She'd abandoned him and then when the time was right she'd told him she loved him.

She had no right to walk in and out of his life, he was done with all her shit along time ago. Despite his anger he pulled her closer only for a few seconds before removing himself from her arms and saying,

"I'd tell you if I were leaving, I'm not you." His harsh tone left her a little shocked which was clearly the desired affect. Maybe she was starting to learn.

He pushed past her glancing up at the clock. Shit it was twenty to nine by now he had to be next door soon. Baby sitting. Great!

He trudged upstairs to take a shower wondering what could be awaiting him next door. What the hell had he signed up for?

A.N. Thank you for reading would love to know what you think in the reviews! Mwah!