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Tranquility was always a tormenting thing in Jace's mind it was something that to him lured you into a false sense of security and peacefulness. Tranquility was like taking a drug to numb the pain, it was all still there you'd just forgotten for a while.

The adrenaline shot up through his veins hitting his head all at once like your first hit of a drug, first drag of cigarette.

He shook his head the phone still vibrating in his hand like a ticking bomb.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" His mother's tone was chilling bringing him out of his rush.

"Shut up, now!" His tone was cold but warning.

His mother's mouth widened in shock.

"What is it Jona.. Jace, what's wrong?"

"Just please if you love me at all you'll stay her in this room, you won't say a word, you won't make a goddamn sound, nothing at all. Do you understand me?"

She nodded her head her face showing her worry. She moved to the couch as he ran up the stairs, the phone still ringing in his hand.

Shutting the door of his room, making sure no other sound could be heard other than his voice he answered the phone. His father couldn't know where he was, he couldn't have a single lead, no indication at all he would never have guessed he'd be with his mother.

He moved the phone up to his ear pacing back and forth in his room.

His father spoke first, his tone shaky and distant but surprisingly there was no anger present.

"Jace my son, where are you? Are you okay? You've never been gone this long."

He couldn't hold in the humourless chuckle that escaped his throat cutting his father off,

"Son, I'm your son now I'm not shot up enough to believe that."

"Don't be like this Jace."

"Don't be like this, don't be like this.." he could feel the anger burning up through his veins, his blood reaching boiling point.

"I'm not coming back, not ever. Not to you. I'm better than okay I'm fucking ecstatic, I'm away from you aren't I, I only ever went away because of your fucking job."

He could hear the sound of liquid moving in a bottle at the end of the line, most likely his father necking back a bottle of whiskey.

His father took a long gasp confirming his suspicions,

"Well if that's your attitude, all I ever did for you was tried to save you, to help you. I took you away from that nutty woman didn't I. I helped take away every time you were hurt."

Scoffing loudly he felt his body shake with rage.

"Took the pain away, getting me high didn't take the pain away it just made me forget,forget that it was you who fucking caused all that goddamn pain."

His teeth clenched together, his jaw set. His hand gripping his phone so tightly it might just snap.

"I did nothing, what's wrong with a bit of discipline, especially on our line of business, I was training you."

"Training me, you were abusing me. It's not our line of business it's yours, you think I wanted to grow up getting high and drunk being led right into a life of crime you think I wanted your drugs, that poison to taint the blood in my veins that was already tainted my your goddamn DNA."

His father took in an unsteady breath, swallowing before he spoke.

"I love you son that's why I did it, that's why I'm phoning now, because I have every damn well right if you you're no adult not yet you're still seventeen. One of your Whores (really hate using this word but it kinda fits.) showed up, seemed to want you back just as much as I do. You are my son and you will come home, I don't give a damn where you go on business, but you're damn well kidding yourself if you think imma let you run away from me. You're coming home whether you make your own way or I have to drag you back."

A shiver ran down his spine at his father's words, he was looking for him. If he got his Work 'friends' involved' he'd damn well find him.

"You'll have to find me first." He knew it was wrong to provoke him but he couldn't stop himself. Before his father could answer he hung up the phone throwing himself back into the bad, running his hand through his hair.

He moved to look out of the window pushing it open grabbing a cigarette and climbing onto the small roof.

He sighed pushing his head forward pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

He couldn't wrap his head around his father. Would he really come after him, he doubted he was sober enough for that.

He pulled the lighter from his pocket lifting Borge the cigarette and lighter to his lips taking a long drag before blowing the smoke away, pursing his lips.

"They're bad for you, you know."

He snapped his head to the side, searching for the the angelic voice and sat there on an identical ledge as he was, was the little redhead next door, Clary Fray.

Damn she looked good, she was sat with her curls loosely cascading down her back in and oversized green sweater and short shorts. She had her legs pulled up against her a sketch pad at her side.

He let out a light chuckle, "Don't I know it."

"Bad day? Was I really that boring?." Her tone was light but toyed with a serious tone.

"Nah you were great, just family stuff."

He stretched out his arm offering her the cigarette, she shook her head a little bed eyes raking along his outstretched arm.

"No thank you I'm good, I mean I've never tried but I doubt it's going to be good for crappy lungs."

This froze all thoughts of his father, what did she mean by 'crappy lungs', his whole body filled with concern for this girl.

Before he could speak she had him trapped in a web of questions,

"Where are those scars on your arms from?"

Her brows were furrowed with a mix between curiosity and concern.

He couldn't remember the last time someone was genuinely concerned for him, maybe his mother but she didn't count she wasn't really concerned it was out of duty and guilt that she felt that way. He wasn't really sure why she bothered she never had before. Seeing the concern in Clary's emerald eyes burned a new feeling in him, wanting her to be closer.

"Home." Her eyes widened, his body froze was she catching on to what had happened.

"Where is home for you?"

"Wherever I make it."

She let out a light chuckle.

"Well where were you living before here then, with your father."

"Yeah, New York, upper east side."

He cringed just saying it, his father could afford it so why not. At first his father had said he was paying for Jace's safety and nothing could put a price on that. God how things change. It was a different side to the business it was rare that the workers ventured that far.

"What are you doing out here then?, now we've established my terrible mood, let's talk about yours."

"Escaping my mother's wrath she's quite the worrier."

"What's she worrying about?" He asked trying to keep it casual not knowing how feeling he was now diving.

"Just um me you know, starting school again this time and that." She hummed.

He could tell she wasn't lying just eluding the truth, but then again it was none of his business.

He just nodded his head, with nothing left to say she smiled across at him.

"Anyway I better get inside."

"Yeah me too."

"Goodnight Jace."

"Goodnight Clary."

She climbed back into her room waving agin before closing the window and the curtains behind her.

He made no love to go back in side just taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. Placing his hand crossed on his knees staring out at the skyline, wondering where under that sky his father was.