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Clary moved around the apartment cleaning everything she could think of. Cleaning was the only thing kept her sane while being locked up in her own personal prison. She was determined to make every inch of the apartment spotless. Except Sebastian's office. She had been forbidden from ever stepping foot in there.
She rummaged through the couch cushions, pulling out change and trash that Sebastian had lost in them. Her hand brushed over something silky and she stopped. She stared at the pair of satin red panties that were most definitely not hers. "Sebastian!" she called out.
The door to Sebastian's study opened and Clary looked up at him with tear brimmed eyes.
"Clarissa? What's wrong?" he asked with what sounded like genuine concern in his voice?
"What the hell is this?" she replied quietly, standing up and throwing the lacy object at him.
He looked at her with wide eyes. "It's nothing, Clarissa. It was in the past. You were gone and I was lonely."
White hot rage suddenly filled her. She stared at him with her hands balled into fists at her sides. "You don't get to do this, Sebastian." He looked at her with confusion and she could see his own anger starting to appear, but she didn't care. "You don't get to keep me locked up here and control me. You don't get to basically kidnap me because you missed me when you obviously didn't. You don't need me. You can fuck as many random girls as you want to fill your needs. Find one of them to contorl because I'm done."
She walked past him but he reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her to face him. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, fire burning in his eyes.
She met his gaze with her own burning eyes. She was too angry to care if he physically hurt her or even killed her. The emotional damage was bad enough. She had let herself believe in the past few weeks that he actually cared about her and loved her, that she meant something to him and that was why he wanted her back. But she had been wrong. He hadn't really missed her. He had random girls to fuck and ditch to fill her place. It all boiled down to control with him and she was tired of being his puppet. "I'm leaving. For good this time."
His grip on her arm tightened, but she didn't even blink. "No, you are not. You are mine, Clarissa. I own you."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Wanna bet?"
Clary yanked her arm out of his grip and brought her knee up into his groin. He heeled over and she kneed him in his face. The sound of his nose breaking echoed throughout the room with a sickening crack.
She looked at him with blood streaming down his face for only a second before running out of the apartment.
Jace knocked lightly on the hotel room door and cast a sideways glance at Jordan. They had called Jocelyn in an attempt to learn more about why Clary had left and it had turned out Jocelyn was currently staying in New York for a few days. She had agreed to talk with them, but wanted to make sure it was in person.
The door opened to reveal a woman who was the spitting image of Clary. She glanced nervously up and down the hallway before ushering Jace and Jordan inside. Jace examined her and noticed the stiffness of her stance and the dark circles under her eyes.
"Mrs. Fray," he said softly, "you don't need to worry. You're going to be absolutely fine. We just need some information so we can help you and your daughter."
She nodded slightly. "What do you want to know?"
Jace let out a deep sigh. "What happened during your phone call with Clary.
Jocelyn just stood there, staring at floor, for a moment before she explained everything.
Jocelyn was sitting at home grading some art pieces done by her students. It was late, almost midnight, but she needed to get them done before the next class. Her front door slammed open and her head snapped up. Two men in suits entered the dining room and she opened her mouth to scream. Before she could, one of them placed a hand over her mouth, silencing her. The other pulled a syringe out of his pocket and injected something into her neck. Before she really knew what was happening, the world went black.
She woke up to find herself tied to a chair in some dingy apartment. She recognized the familiar noises of New York being muffled my the walls.
"Oh, good. You're awake." an oddly familiar voice exclaimed. Sebastian stepped into her view and she let out a gasp. "I need your help getting your daughter back, Mrs. Fray." He moved behind her and untied her hands before standing in front of her again, holding her cellphone in his hand. "You are going to call Clarissa and tell her that Magnus informed you of what happened and you think that it's in her best interest to forgive me and give me another chance, understand?"
She nodded weakly, confused by the whole situation. What happened? Why wasn't Clary with Sebastian and why was he so desperate to get her back? Whatever the reason was, it couldn't be good.
"Good," he said, handing her the phone and a slip of paper with a number scrawled on it.
She dialed the number with numb fingers and brought the phone to her ear. The phone rang several times before an answeing machine picked up. "Clary, it's me," she said. "Call me back please, honey."
She was about to hang up when somebody on the other line picked up the phone. "Mom?" Clary's voice came breathless through the speaker.
"Clary, I need you to listen to me," she said and glanced at Sebastian. There was something off about the look in his eyes. It was malicious and she knew nothing good would come from him. She had to protect her daughter. "Whatever happens, promise me you will never go back to Sebastian," she rushed out.
Sebastian's expression quickly turned to one of rage and he slapped her, causing her to let out a scream. Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and Sebastian took the phone from her.
"Hello, Clarissa," he said. There was a pause as Clary replied. "Haven't you missed me?" He laughed at whatever Clary said next. Jocelyn hated only getting one side of the conversation. "Pity. I think you should come home, Clarissa."
His eyes darkened at her reply. "Hmm…" He paused for a moment and looked at Jocelyn with a smirk. "Because if you don't, I can't guarantee your mother will remain unharmed."He paused again as she replied. "Don't worry, Clarissa. I will let her go as long as you come back to me."
A grin spread across his face. "Excellent. A car will be outside the farmhouse in half an hour. Don't tell anyone this conversation happened. I will find out if you do, Clarissa."
He closed the phone and signaled to who ever else was in the room. Jocelyn felt the sting of another needle before she fell unconscious again.
Jordan was the first to speak. "Jocelyn, if it's alright, I would like to bring you down to the station. We can give you the protection you need and we could really use what you just told us as evidence for a case against Verlac."
"Will it help Clary?" she asked quietly.
"Yes." Jace and Jordan said at the same time.
"Okay. I'll do it."
Jace parked his car in the garage and sat there for a moment. It had been a long night. He had gone with Jordan to take Jocelyn to the station before going to his office to start building a stronger case. All he wanted to do was get Clary as far away from Verlac as possible. But he couldn't do that . Not yet. All he could do was sit around and wait and that killed him.
He finally made his way inside the apartment building and to his floor. There was something outside his door and as he moved closer he realized it was a hooded person sitting against the wall with their knees pulled up to their chest. Jace approached them carefully and could hear quiet sobs escaping them.
"Are you alright?" he asked cautiously. The person lifted their head and Jace let out a sigh of both relief and worry. "Clary." He picked her up and carried her inside his apartment. He gently placed her on the couch and looked at her, his heart breaking. Her face was covered in bruises and cuts. Her eyes were blood shot and a dull green and her body was trembling slightly.
"What are you doing here, Clary?"
"I- I left him, Jace," she whispered.
He smiled at her. "That's great, Clary!"
She looked at him with eyes filled with terror. "No, it's not. He's going to come after me again and this time will be worse."
"What do you mean?"
"I hit him, Jace. I hit him and left. He's going to want revenge and he won't stop at anything. I'm scared, Jace. I'm so fucking scared," she said before breaking down again.
Oh, hey. I finally updated.
Honestly, I don't really know what I'm doing with this story anymore. I'm just kinda winging it. So there probably won't be very many chapters after this. But I will try to update sooner since this is my last week of school and I'll have more free time to write. I know I keep saying I'll update more regularly but this time I actually mean it, okay?
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