Chapter 19: Home?

JACE POV

**WARNING: CURSING IN THIS CHAPTER**

The next time I wake up it's to a loud crash shocking both Clary and I awake. Instinctively I reach for Clary to make sure she's okay. When I look up to see what it was I see Jon standing at the threshold of the door he probably slammed open.

"WHAT THE FUCK JACE!?"

Okay so I can understand how it doesn't look good how both Clary and I are in bed together…shirtless, but couldn't he be overreacting a little.

I see Izzy behind him mouthing the words 'I tried to stop him'.

"Dude, Jon, calm down." I say trying to diffuse his explosive temper.

"How can I calm down when you're in bed with my sister?!" he yells

"Jon it's not what you think-" Clary interjects, also trying to calm him down.

"You." He starts, pointing at her, "Shut the hell up you little-"

"Jon." I say in a warning tone before he can even finish his sentence.

"You screwed her didn't you?" He turns his attention back to me.

"JON!" Clary raises her voice in a shocked tone.

"What did I tell you?" He says back to her, which makes her cringe a little.

"Hey." I say sharply, getting out of the bed "First of all don't talk to her that way."

"I can talk to her however the hell I want to. You." He says the last point staring straight at Clary. "Come here."

Clary looks torn. She's trying to cover herself up but she looks like she knows has to leave the safety of the bed. Slowly, though, she shakes her head.

"No?!" he says, letting out an extremely creepy laugh.

He walks over to the bed, with every step she shrinks into the covers more before he goes up and rips then off of her exposing her bra and jeans that she's still wearing.

He gives off another creepy laugh before turning back around to me, his eyes wild.

"How dare you." He says

"How dare I what Jon?" I ask him, pissed "How dare I don't treat your sister like shit like you do? How dare I keep her from getting even more hurt by Valentine?"

Out of the corner of my eye I see Clary scrambling to put on her shirt. Jon and I are staring at each other so intensely you can almost hear the tension crackling.

It's about to hit the fan right now.

"Clary." I say through gritted teeth "Go to Izzy's room."

"Oh she's not going anywhere. Without me at least" Jon says, roughly grabbing his sister's arm.

"I swear if you take one step with her…"

"JACE! IZZY! I HAVE TAKEOUT." We all hear Robert call from downstairs followed by the sound of the front door closing.

I see Izzy pass by my room and stop for a second looking at the scene and mouths 'oh shit.'

"Watch me" Jon says as he walks toward the stairs pulling Clary with him.

I don't even think after that.

The next thing I know I'm slamming into Jon like we do to the punching bags at football practice. We both roughly tumble down the staircase, Clary falling down a couple herself, until we reach the bottom.

I here screaming coming from Izzy and probably Clary too, but I barely acknowledge them through the slurry of punches being thrown by both of us. There's a point when I'm on top of him pummeling him until I see blood on my knuckles and the next thing I know he's putting all of his weight on me throwing punches left and right.

I hear Robert yelling at us now but we're too involved in this fight to stop.

Clary comes up to Jon at one point as I'm fighting to get him off of me. She pulls at her brother's shirt and tries her best to get him off of me until he finally turns around and slaps her square in the face.

Hard.

If it wasn't on already it's on now.

I punch him in the stomach as hard as I can, which knocks the wind out of him giving me a chance to get from under him.

I pick him up by the front of his shirt as he's still trying to catch his breath. And pin him against the wall feeling beyond pissed, beyond infuriated and way beyond angry.

He attempts to punch me while he's pinned against the wall. I take the arm he attempts to hit me with and use the momentum to spin him around, bending his arm so far back it's close to being broken.

"YOUR FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT?!" I yell at him, no longer able to hold in disgust.

"JACE" I hear Robert yell

"TELL ME YOU DIDN'T JUST DO THAT TO MY GIRLFRIEND!"

"JACE LIGHTWOOD!" Robert yells again trying to get my attention.

" I WILL FUCKING BREAK YOU IN HALF IF YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN YOU HEAR ME?"

"JONATHAN LIGHTWOOD!"

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION MORGENSTERN!"

"JONATHAN STEPHEN HERONDALE."

As Robert says my full name I definitely know he means business. I let go of Jon and he falls to ground looking incredibly guilty.

"Clary." He attempts to say from the blood flowing into his mouth from a split lip.

"Clary please I'm sorry 'sis."

I turn around to see Izzy helping a bawling Clary up who's bleeding on her face from the slap Jon inflicted on her.

I don't even have the audacity to look at Jon again as I turn and go to Clary.

Robert, however, stops me.

"She needs a second, and you do too. Go up and get cleaned up. I promise you she'll be here when you come back."

"What about him?" I say

"He will too." He needs to get tended to."

I groan, running a hand through my hair and then go upstairs.

When I get out of the shower and put on a pair basketball shorts and a t shirt.

I look in the mirror to see I didn't actually fare as bad as originally thought I did; only a cut on the side of my lip, a cut on the side of my forehead, some split knuckles, a bruise on my shoulder and a slightly blackened eye that should probably heal in a couple days.

However all I think about is Clary. Jesus I hope she's okay; If she isn't Jon is a dead man, she's going through enough shit already and now Jon, the one person she probably truly trusted, has to just shatter it all.

I take the stairs two at a time anxious to see my girlfriend. When I do she's sitting on the kitchen counter with Robert finishing patching her up. She looks like she also just showered from how she's changed into some of Izzy pajama shorts and a tank top. Robert goes to pat her on the back but she instinctively flinches away. She gives Robert a sad look sad look, who smiles back at her and seems to understand.

When Clary finally notices me standing by the entrance of the kitchen, she hops off of the counter runs over to me to give me a hug. I lightly embrace her back.

"Are you okay?" she asks me, gently running her hand down my face.

"Am I okay?" I ask incredulously, it's amazing how even when she's hurt how she still worries about me. "I think the better question is are you okay?"

She doesn't answer immediately, just looks down at our interlocked hands.

" I don't have anyone anymore. At least on this continent." She says half to herself

"Hey." I say, gently lifting up her chin.

"You have me. You'll always have me and Izzy and Robert and Maryse and Magnus and Alec. See there's 6 people that'll always be there for you."

"You forgot church." She says, sounding lighthearted which makes me chuckle.

"Where the heck is that cat anyways?" I joked with her.

"You know you'll always have me." She says, offering me a small smile.

"Well I glad to hear." I smile back.

Not a minute after Clary and I walk into the kitchen does Jon show up looking pretty beat up.

He has a huge black eye along with a split lower lip, what looks like at least a fractured nose, a cut on his forehead to his eye and probably a lot more from the way he has a small limp.

I'm sure as hell ready for round two though.

"Clary." He says meeting her eyes, she tries her best to shy away from him but she eventually hits a wall. "Clary I'm sorry." He says as gently as he can.

She looks down at her hands as if she's not sure what to say. When she doesn't say anything after a second he takes it as a sign to come closer to her.

This time I'm not fast enough to get to her before he does so I hesitantly wait for her reaction.

Clary stands there rigid as her brother talks to her in a hushed whisper even I can't hear. Every now and then she'll nod or shake her head; it isn't until Jon chooses to touch her hair that she decides to push him away.

"What's happened to you Jon?" she says loud enough for me to hear. "You're turning into a mini Valentine."

"Well I'm sorry that he's my biological father?" he says back

"So? He's mine too. That doesn't mean you have to be like him you asshole." She says back defiantly.

This seems to break something in him, which causes Jon to take both of her arms roughly so she's pinned against the wall.

"What did you just call me?" he says dangerously. "I said I was sorry so why don't you just get in the car and we can go home."

"Where's that? 'Valentine's hell hole' or 'casa de my asshole brother'?"

she tries to get away from him and that's when I decide enough is enough. Not even caring anymore I go up to what used to be my best friend, roughly grab his arm so he's facing me and then clock him square in the face so he's knocked out.

I hear a gasp escape from Clary's lips before she comes over to me.

"did you just kill him?!"

"Relax. He's just knocked out, he was annoying me." I say as I go to one of the drawers in the kitchen and take out a sharp marker to draw a mustache on his face.

What can I say? I'm immature like that.

After putting him on our front porch and locking the door I turn around to see a worried looking Clary.

"I should probably call Simon." She says

"For what?"

"To take me back to Valentine's house." She replies, biting her lower lip.

"Clary." I say walking over to her "You can't go back there I won't let you. He'll hurt you."

"Well I don't want you to get hurt either." She says back firmly.

"You don't worry about me, you have enough to worry about already, therefore you're not going back there okay?"

She looks down for a second, reluctant before nodding at me.

"Good." I say giving her a light peck on the cheeks "Now let's see what we have to eat because I don't know about you but I'm starving."

She gives off a light giggle that makes my heart skip a beat as I take her hand and walk to the kitchen with her.

I immediately go to the pantry where I raid it of every snack food from popcorn to those sugar cookies you see at the store that are just the bomb.

"A feast." I say as we walk out to the living room and place everything on the ground "Only for the best."

She smiles at me as if I'm going half crazy but goes to sit down on the ground in front of the couch. I turn on the TV to find one of our favorite shows, Sherlock, and we both cuddle close to each other. I open the bag of popcorn and prop it on my knee so we both have access to it.

As we're watching the show I feel Clary's hand go up to my black eye, her fingers lightly touching it.

"This is my fault." She says quietly, looking ashamed.

"No it isn't." I say "Jon was way off today, he had no right to treat you like that."

"Yeah…" She says vaguely, which makes me raise an eyebrow.

" and…"

"Nothing." She says, trying to drop the subject. I continue looking at her "Really Jace." She says giving me a light kiss on the lips.

I drop it for now and we continue watching the show.

After probably the first or second episode (They're like an hour and a half long each!) I can tell Clary's starting to doze on my chest.

"Clary." I whisper, her eyes droop open a little looking at me tiredly. "You know you can tell me anything right?" I ask

she gives me a tired smile and nods before lying back down on my chest.

"I love you, Clary." I whisper into her hair. She mumbles something back to me before totally falling asleep.

The only thing I can do now is try to enjoy the moment as best I can and try not think about tomorrow.

AN: LOVE IS GROWING STRONGER. PEOPLE ARE CHANGING. BONDS GROW FARTHER APART. WHAT WILL HAPPEN ON THE NEXT EDITION OF TERRIBLE THINGS?

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