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Chapter 13: New Wishes

Clary

I came to in a bright white room. I was so tired, and my forehead felt like it had been pounded into my skull. It hurt like hell. To make matters worse, Jonathan was standing over me, glaring.

"Hi," I said softly.

"Clary, why the hell were you passed out in your car in an abandoned car?" he asked in a dangerously low voice.

"Honestly?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"I was passed out, because, along with the fact that I'd had a long day of school and no sleep the night before, I got punched in the face by my big brother," I said venemously.

He flinched, and I continued, "The same brother who didn't come looking for me until hours after I went missing."

"Take that back right now Clarissa," he said threateningly.

"I won't. It's the truth and you know it," I replied as evenly as possible.

"You will be sorry about your answer when you get discharged. I can promise you that," he said venomously. Then, he turned and walked out of the door.

Jace

I was shocked when Simon called me. In fact, I had been so shocked, that I dropped my phone. "What did you just say?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"Clary's in the ER. Sebastian found her passed out in her car, on the side of the road. I'm really worried," Simon said slowly.

"Oh, well I'm on my way," I said quickly. I couldn't leave Clary in the ER knowingly.

When I walked downstairs, Izzy asked, "Where are you going?"

"The ER," I replied.

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Clary's there. Sebastian found her passed out on the side of the road in her car."

"Well, in that case I'm coming with you," she said, and we hurried to the car.

When we pulled up, we went inside, only to find that Clary was being discharged. I quickly asked, "Do you need a ride?"

She nodded and followed me to my car. When we pulled up to her house, she got out without a word, and ran inside.

Clary

When I got home, Jon was there. He looked like he was ready to beatthe shit out of me, so I braced myself. When he swung out, he swung out hard. When his fist colided with my jaw, my head snapped back. I was in agony.

The worst part was, he kept going. He didn't stop, even knowing that I was in severe pain. I tried to reason with him. "Jon, I know you're mad, but do you have to take it out on me?"

"Yes Clarissa, I do. You don't understand all I've done for you, and are ungrateful when I try to bring it up. You're a little bitch, just like Mother, and I was a fool not to see it before now," he said loudly, still pummeling me.

I could feel myself passing out. I was gasping for breath. He still didn't stop. Then he did the unthinkable. He threw me against the wall, harder than when Valentine did, and I passed out, tears still pouring down my face.

Jace

When Clary had gotten out of my car, I went to my house and parked the car. When I went inside I called Alec. He picked up on the first ring, and asked, "What's up?"

"We need to have another meeting. We have a new piece of information," I replied.

"Ok, we'll be right there," he replied, then hung up.

...

When they got here, they said, "We have some new developments as well."

"Ok then, I'll go first. Clary was found passed out in her car on the side of the road by Sebastian. He took her to the hospital from which she just got discharged," he said.

"Wait, what was the timeframe for how long no one knew where she was?" Alec asked.

"From lunch to about seven o'clock at night," I replied.

"Then our news is bigger than I thought. When Sebastian got done with practice, he went to Clary's and let himself in. Then he came barreling back outside about two hours later. Then he came back this morning, without Clary, and hasn't left since," Alec said.

"Really? That's says something, but I can't figure it out," Izzy said.

"That's not the worst part, I heard screaming and crying from next door," Alec said.

Screams? No it couldn't be that. I'm just overreacting. There is no way that Clary is going through the same thing as my mother.

Jonathan/Sebastian

I carried her upstairs, I suppose it was a bit horrible that I gave her some of Dad's nightmare potion, but she deserved it. Who is she to judge me for not wanting to get beaten, the little hypocrite. I couldn't understand how she could blame me for this.

Now as I watched her sleep, I felt triumphant. She was nothing and I was everything. I was perfect, and she wasn't. I was safe, and she wasn't. Those things that once would have made me angry at myself for thinking, now filled me with glee.

I hated hher. And, I hated her little friends. And, I hated our mother, who wasn't even alive. And, I couldn't even feel bad about her death, because I hated her. I even hated my father, who had raised me to be just like him. And, now I was just like him, and full of anger. Anger I had taken out on Clarissa, who deserved it. I was done being a piece in his game.

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