So it looks like I came through with my promise of updating during spring break. I was actually really worried that I wouldn't have a plot, but it came to me after I finished a test early had free time. So I just haven't been sitting down to write, until I forced myself to today. Surprisingly, this chapter practically typed itself! and a miracle happened: I PROOFREAD THIS CHAPTER! (Although there are probably still some mistakes.)

One week later

Jon

Valentine. He's the cause of my mom and sister consolidating themselves to their rooms, the cause of their misery, all because of that one sick creep. But I guess I can't say much.

Who was the one to endlessly hurt my sister, side with her worst enemy? Honestly, the reason that I did that in the first place was stupid. I guess stupid people make stupid mistakes. Of course the main reason of my sister hating me just texted me.

Aline: Hey y u not in skool?

Now that I think about it, she's really pathetic. All that makeup that makes her look like a clown, and she is so desperate for attention.

Jon: Whole family is sick

Aline: Can u make Clarebear sicker? I don't want to have to see her

face at school

That was a low blow, it's not like she's ever dealt with an abused dad has she!

Jon: Stop talking about my sister like that

Aline: Oh pls its not like u ever cared about her

Thats not true! I did care about my sister! Did care… When did I stop caring for my little sister? I just needed to find my own group of friends who understood me. Only they understood me in all the wrong ways. Aline was making my sister miserable and being a (insert choice word), and I had to get her away from my sister. I had to act like a real big brother.

Jon: Okay that's it! If you really want know, I am siding over my sister. And I would choose her anyway over you. All you do is tease and torment her and I am done with your dictatorship.

Too bad it took me so king to realize what Aline really was. I could have been there for Clary all of those years ago.

Aline: Did the sickness get u ur head? U are in my group and I am better than everyone, especially her

Jon: Not anymore. Stop talking to my sister and leave our family the hell alone. Goodbye Aline.

After my little rebellion, it was time to truly apologize for what I've done. Not some lame apology in a hospital. If only an abusive-now-escaped-father wasn't what made me realize that I was the worst person in the world. I should have realized it years ago. I had to right my terrible wrongs.

I was going to get my sister back, and treat her right.

Clary

Despite the fact I was doing homework, I couldn't hear myself think. Music was blasting through my headphones, some random "hit song" that I didn't even know. But it helped me get busy, helped to distract me from reality. I was knee deep in algebraic equations that I didn't even like! By choice!

A short knock on my door disrupts me from my tedious busy work.

"Clary, can I talk to you?" How about no after all that you've done just ends up hurting me.

"Go away Jon, I'm busy."

"Clary please open the door."
"I locked it for a reason." To keep people like you out!

"Then I guess you'll just have to listen." A soft shuffle followed by a loud thump tells me that he's now on the ground, leaning against my closed door.

"I know that I tried to explain things in the hospital, but that wasn't good enough. The truth was, I was jealous of you." He was what!? "You and Simon were such good friends from the start, even though he was your only friend, you two where as thick as thieves. I wanted someone who would be the Simon in my life. Then Aline came along. She fed me her preposterous lies about how Simon was forced to be your friend. I kept on telling her to go away at first, telling her that she was spreading lies. For a while, I protected you. But then I fell into her trap. I was a fool Clary." I can't remember a time when Jon actually cared about me or ever protected me. Not since I very little. Well, littler. "I was just in kindergarten, and after a while, she lured me in like a siren. Then when dad left, Aline was the one that I turned to, she told me the worst lies. I never told her about the abuse, but I did tell her that our parent were getting divorced. She said that it was all your fault. And I believed her. Every vile lie she burned into my brain. I regret it so much now. I was never there to comfort you when you needed me. She gave me everything I ever wanted: popularity, friends, a great time, everything that I now despise. For so long I've acted the opposite of your brother. I would do anything to take it back. I just want to be your big brother." Without realizing it, I was on the other side of the door, leaning against it like my brother was, desperate to hear the truth in his words. I missed having my brother act like a real brother.

"How do I know that you're not fooling me, or playing a prank on me?" If that was true…

"I promise I'm not. Angels, I hate that you think that I'm fooling you. I hate that you can never trust me, or rely on me." A hollow… laughing? sound comes from the other side of the door. Is he… crying? My brother never cried. "I got rid of Aline. I assure you. She's out of my life. I care about you more then popularity could ever offer me. If you open the door, I can show you the text. Please Clary, let me in. Let me try to make up for every wrong thing that I've done. I'm so over all my mistakes. I want to be your brother, and act like a real brother would.

Do I let him in? The brother who has been ruining my life for the past years, hurting me when I'm weak, spilling all my private secrets, everything that made my life miserable.

There was one question that I needed answered.

"Can I trust you?"
"You could trust me with your life." There wasn't a moment of hesitation in his response, his words were genuine.

Opening the door, I saw a sight I never would have thought possible.

A red faced Jon, his bright green eyes darkened with sorrow and regret, tears silently running down his cheeks, leaving trails in their wake. Then the text showing Jon breaking free of Aline's viper-like grip.

"I trust you Jon." And I meant it.

Not waiting a second, my brother flung his muscular arms around my lanky form, embracing me in a tight hug.

The Fairchild siblings were finally reunited, and they weren't going to break apart ever again.

So what did you think? When do you think I should have Clary go back to school?

Review responses: (only ones for chp. 27)

winter's cry: Mags, I'm working on it.

Guest: The reason that Valentine is obsessed with abusing Clary is because he never wanted a daughter, and he believes that she is the cause of all the mistakes in his life.

Guest (Lily): Because of your review, I now have an idea of what to put in the chapter that Clary goes back to school.

Guest: Your review has the same exact idea as "Lily's", thanks both of you for a great idea.

Guest: Yes, I am going to finish this. It might take a while, but I don't want to put this on hiatus.