I wake up to loud bangs and shouting. My head is pounding, and my heart is racing. I slowly open my eyes to see myself in an uncomfortable bed with horrible itchy bed sheets. I look around some more and see a pair of old dingy black out curtains hung over an open window. There is a door that's wide open leading to a small bathroom and next to that is a dirty old brown looking sofa. On the sofa is the one person I would be happy to never ever see again. And to make it worse he's grinning like a Cheshire cat in my direction.

"I see your awake, dream crusher." Stephen says as he stands up and walks over to the bed. "Get up." I just raise my eyebrows at him. "Get up Clarissa or so help me your children will pay." He looks straight into my eyes as he threatens the life of his unborn grandchildren. I stand as quickly as my 20-week pregnant belly will allow me.

"Good so you can take orders. Now listen to this and if you don't you and your children will disappear, and it will be as if you've never even been here in the first place. You see Clarissa, thanks to you my wife has left me and filed for divorce. My son can no longer attend college or even attempt to play football professionally. All because you slutted it up and got yourself pregnant. Are the children even my sons?" he sneers in my face.

"Stephen, I don't know why your blaming me or my innocent children for all the things that have happened to you. I can honestly say, hand on heart, that I didn't even know Celine was divorcing you. I thought she wanted to work things out. And secondly, I don't know where you heard about Jace wanting to play professional football he only plays to let off steam before it was a way for him to have your attention, but you stopped coming to his games after a while and made it less of a chore to play the game and not expect to score winning try's or goals or whatever they are called in football. And another thing, my children's father is your son, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. Jace and I created these together and were sticking by each other in order to care for our children." I manage to get out all I wanted to say before feeling a hand connect with my cheek.

"You're a liar! Jace wants to be a professional football player just like I did. But no, my dreams were crushed by Celine and now Jace's are being crushed by you! That's why you are going to disappear, and suddenly I'll show up ready to beg for forgiveness at my wife's and son's feet hoping for the chance to get to meet my precious grandchild only to be told that your missing! But you won't be missing really, no. Really, you'll be here living off of scraps that I will give to you when I see fit. You see Clarissa I have the perfect plan to get my sons life back on track." Stephen starts to pace whilst telling me his plan. He's crazy and I need to find a way to tell Jace.

"Stephen please let me go. I promise to leave Jace alone. Please I'll even write him a letter telling him that I can't be with him and that he should peruse his dreams. Please Stephen I can't stay hold up in here I'm 5 months pregnant I need my medication from the hospital I need to be able to move around and eat healthily. I can't be cooped up in here." I start crying the second I starts to think about my poor babies. I know something I've said or done has done something in Stephen's mind as he grimaces and looks towards me.

"Fine write him a letter, I will give you $5000 you just make sure you stay away from my son, and no writing hidden messages to him in the note, I will read it before he does." I let out a sigh of relief and start my letter as soon as he gives me the equipment.

Jace POV

It's been 7 hours since Clary was taken. The police are here asking bullshit questions that 'are needed for the case'. I don't know how knowing if Clary and I had had an argument before we left the hospital or any time before that is needed for the case, it's clear that she was abducted you can see it on the hospital security footage.

Some man walks up behind her with a black beany covering his hair his face is away from the camera, so we don't know who it is but as Clary is pushed into the van you can see recognition on her face, now the only thing to do is find out who it was she recognised.

"Do you know anyone who would want to take Clary?" The police man, I believe he said his name was Pangborn, asks again looking at everyone in the room.

"Clary was loved by everyone, I don't know anyone who would say a bad word about her." Jocelyn cries. "Even her father has come around and been more willing and kind."

"Hmm, and he father is?" Pangborn's partner, Blackwell, asks Jocelyn.

"His name is Valentine Morgenstern, and the man in that video is not him, he has the wrong build." Luke says holding a crying Jocelyn in his arms.

I look around the room and realise I'm the only one here with out someone to comfort them. Sebastian is holding onto the distressed Jon. Izzy and Simon both have their arms wrapped around each other. Even Alec and Magnus are upset and helping each other through it.

At that moment the front door opens and in runs my mother, straight to me passed the police and collapses into my arms.

"Oh Jace, my darling boy, are you okay? Is there any sign from her, have we found out any more information?" she rushes out all whilst holding my face in her hands looking over my body to make sure I'm not injured.

"And you are?" Blackwell asks with his note pad open pen posed ready to write down any information my mother has.

"Oh sorry I didn't notice you there, I'm Celine Herondale, I'm Jace's mother. Do you have any leads?" She asks turning from me, whilst keeping her arms wrapped around me.

"At the moment all we have is a video of Clary being forced into a van by a person who has hidden their face. Is there anyone you can think of who would want to Kidnap her? Anyone who would want to hurt her?" They ask yet again.

"No Clary was loved by everyone, she wouldn't hurt a fly. We need to find her, she's five months pregnant she needs her medication." My mother breaks down and the police grimace. They obviously aren't used to dealing with the people who are upset at someone going missing.

"Okay well get in touch if you have anymore information, we will be in touch with any more information, good day." Pangborn says as he gets up to leave.

"Mrs Garroway, there is a letter, taped to your door addressed to Jace. Does any of you recognise the writing?" Blackwell asks lifting the envelope with the delicate writing of my love on the front.

"That's Clary's handwriting." I say looking at the police.

"Okay well we'll need to take this to the station and look for finger prints." He says about to put it in a clear bag.

"Wait!" I shout rushing towards him before he can do anything else. "Please, please can I read it, I promise that I will not touch too much, but I need to…. I need to read it. I need to know what it says." They look at me for a while and I think they're not going to give me the chance, but then they nod their head and hand me a pair of gloves.

I quickly put them on and grab the letter. Opening the letter and dropping the envelope in Blackwell's bag I open the pages and begin to read.

'Dear Jace.

By now you will be aware that I have gone, and I don't plan on coming back… I am sorry that I led you on and made you believe that I was ready for this, but I have someone to adopt the child. You won't have to be a father, even if you would have been an amazing one. I don't want you to grow more attached to the child, so I will stay away for a while, to make sure that you won't be tempted to find out where the child is I have decided to skip town and will not be back until I have given birth.

Yours Clarissa'

"She didn't write this." I say my hands shaking tears streaming down my face. "Someone has forced her to write this." I say shaking the letter in the faces of my friends.

"Jace how can you be sure?" Jon asks looking as shocked as me, I know he read the letter over my shoulder.

"She's writing 'child' not Children. As if the person making her write it doesn't know were having two, or if they did then he doesn't remember that its twins. And she wrote Father, she knows how much I had being called that, when ever she talks about me being a dad to the twins she called me daddy, because she felt as well that labelling me father made me seem older. She was forced to write this." I say handing the letter to the police to dust for prints.

"Okay Jace. We will take the letter back to the precinct and get it dusted for prints." With that they leave.

We all sit back down in the living room. Everyone buzzing talking about who would have taken Clary and why force her to write that letter. All the noise just sounds like buzzing in my ears.

The next thing I hear Jocelyn and my mother shouting. "What are you doing here!"

And then I hear a voice that I would happily not hear again for a few years.

"I'm here to speak to my son and the lady carrying my grandchild." I turn to see my father stood in the door way smiling towards me.

o.0.O.0.o

I have terrible writers block. I have everything written down in bullet-points but I am struggling to put it into words. I have opened the word document where I write this story a million and one times in the last 8 months and nothing comes to me. Until today! If there are any mistakes its because I really wanted to put it out for you and I have not proof read it the usual amount of times

Anyway hopefully it wont be as long a'wait next time! Cwtches