A/N: Hey guys! I have been a roll with this story! Thanks so much for the reviews. Here is the last chapter! The part with Sebastian might be a little triggering.
Her heart froze when the light in her living room flicked on. Her glass slid from her hand, and she felt like time stopped, as her eyes locked with Sebastian's. She could see the fury in his eyes, as he cocked his head to the side. She moved her hands behind her back, slipping the engagement ring from her finger to put it in her back pocket.
"Clary," He rose to his feet.
Before Clary could think, she tried to run towards the door. She cried out when a hand gripped her hair, slamming her against the ground. She gasped for breath, rolling onto her side, as she tried to right herself. "How are you here?" She wheezed, panting heavily.
"Where is my son, Clary?" He dragged her back to her feet, shoving her against the counter top.
"He's not here." She stammered, never feeling more afraid then she did right now. He shouldn't be here. He's supposed to be in jail. How did he get out? She felt her heart go into over drive, while the rest of the world started spinning.
"Where is he!?" Sebastian slammed his fist into the cabinet by her head, splintering the wood. She flinched heavily, as she crumpled away from him. "Why isn't he with you? You were fucking some douchebag, so you sent him away." He growled, pressing her even more into the counter. She yelped with pain when he gripped her chin heavily.
"I wasn't screwing anyone." She stuttered, seeing the rage in her former husband's eyes. "He's with Izzy. I needed a short break." She gulped thickly, while his eyes scanned over her. "Why do you want to know where he is?" She looked up at him pleadingly, fearing not only for herself, but now for her son.
"I am going to take him, and then leave the country." He snarled, taking a step back from her.
"No," she felt a sob escape her lips, as she grabbed hold of his arm. "You can't take him from me!" She begged, almost falling to her knees.
"You kept him from me." He whirled around on her, yanking at her hair once again.
"I'm sorry." She sniffed heavily, as water slipped down her cheeks. She needed to placate him. She needed to get him to calm down, so she could reason with him or something. "I'm sorry. He made me. I was just so lonely, and Jace was there. I thought he would be like you, but he wasn't." The lies were disgusting on her mouth, as she spoke, but she didn't know what else to do. She was out of options. Sebastian slowly turned around to face her. "I made a mistake Sebastian. Please, please, I always loved you." She whispered, sucking in a breath. He pressed her back into the counter, but this time was different.
"You have always been a silly fool." He cupped her cheek, shaking his head at her. "So reliant on the men around you." He sighed, sliding his hand down between her breast. "So beautiful." He breathed, skimming his nose against hers. "Do you want to come with me?" He asked, lifting her onto the counter. Her stomach dropped, realizing where this was beginning to go.
"Yes." She whispered, as his lips connected with her. She felt sick to her stomach, but she responded anyways. He unbuttoned her pants, yanking them off of her legs. She gaped for breath when his tongue assaulted her throat. She didn't know what to do, but she couldn't do this with him. He was going to rape her, even if she tried to stop him. She knew he would just keep going.
Ice cold fear filled her veins, and she knew she has to do something. She felt around the counter for something to defend herself with. Anything. She needed anything to just save herself, so she could save Jonathan. She let her brother down by marrying this monster, but she was not going to let down her son.
Her fingers hit something cold and metallic. She yelped when Sebastian ripped off her panties, making him chuckle at her. She put her hand around the hilt of the kitchen knife, feeling her heart pound heavily in her chest. He drew away from her ever so slightly to start unbuckling his pants.
This was her only chance. She sunk the knife in his chest, and he gasped with wide eyes. He sunk against her, holding onto her waist to keep himself up right. She felt tears stream down her cheeks, as she hugged him tightly to her. She hated that she was crying over him, but there was still a part of her hear that loved a piece of him.
"I lied. When you asked me if I ever loved you, I lied. I always love you." He wheezed, burying his face into her chest. "I did everything for you. I embezzled so I would have the money to give you whatever you wanted-" He coughed violently, as thick liquid rolled its way down her chest. "I got so lost. The money corrupted me. I never meant to hurt you." He whispered, as he began to slacken. She squeezed him tighter, feeling everything in her body begin to ache.
"You did hurt me." She sobbed, nuzzling her face in his hair. "You killed my brother. Why did you kill him? Tell me." She plead, needing to know why her brother died.
"He found out about the hookers." He rasped, trying to look up at her. "He was going to tell you. I couldn't lose you. I knew you would leave me, and I could lose you." He cried, hugging her tightly. "Finish it. It hurts so bad. Please." He muttered, and she wiggled the knife up and down. His grip slackened, but she kept hold of him. She felt his hot blood running down her body, but she didn't care. She just kept holding him because even though he ruined her life, she still cared about him.
She hated that sliver of a feeling because he was a monster. He took away her brother, he emotionally abused her, and he took away a lot of her choices in life. She thought he was always this horrible person, but he wasn't always like that. He used to be sweet to her. He was patient with her boundaries. He loved her unconditionally. If only he hadn't changed.
OoOoO
She didn't know how long she was there crying and holding her dead ex-husband. After a long while, the tears stopped, and she was frozen in place. Her arms ached at his weight, but she couldn't let him go. She told herself to let him go, so she could call the police. She still kept hold of him. His blood had gone cold, making her shiver fiercely, but she hugged him to herself anyways.
She lifted her head slightly when she heard the door open. "Clary, are you here?" Alec's voice rang through the apartment, and Clary suddenly felt guilt crash over her. She wanted to call out to him, but her voice wouldn't work. "Clary…" He trailed off, stepping into the kitchen. His eyes landed on her, and it look like the breath got knocked out of him. "What happened?" He spoke softly, carefully stepping closer to her.
"I- I didn't have a choice." She looked down at Sebastian's head.
"We need to call the police. Let him go, Clary." He breathed, reaching a hand out to her.
"I can't. I can't." She stammered, shaking her head, as she brought him closer to her.
OoOoO
She couldn't pay attention to anything that was happening around her, so everything seemed to swirl. There were suddenly tons of people in her apartment, circling her, as they took pictures and gathered evidence. A police officer stepped over to her, putting his hand on her shoulder. She flinched away from him, glaring over at him.
"Miss Fray, it's all over" The policeman encouraged. "You need to let go of the body." He looked at her with soft eyes, as Clary gulped thickly.
"He took off my underwear." She broke her eyes away from him, realizing that she was bare from waist down. The policeman snapped his fingers at someone, and then he had a blanket in his hand. She loosened her grip, feeling all the more guilty, as someone lowered Sebastian to the ground. The officer quickly wrapped the blanket around her hips. She gripped onto it tightly, as she took a step away from the counter.
"Now ma'am, can you explain what happened?" He asked.
"I just got back from a date, and when I got inside he was here." She looked down at her dead husband. Ex-husband. "He was going to kidnap our son and leave the country. I was trying to stop him, so I begged him to take me with him. After that, he started touching me, and I didn't know what else to do."
"Clary?" Jace stepped into the apartment wide eyed, and with Jonathan in tow. He set down the car seat with her baby in it down, as she approached him. "What happened?" The horror across his face broke her heart, as he approached her.
"Who are you?" The policeman stopped him in his tracks.
"I am her fiancé." He pushed past him, standing in front of her.
"Miss Fray, we have a few more questions for you." The police officer stated.
"She is covered in dry blood and has obviously been through an ordeal. She will go down to the station later this week." Jace explained, touching Clary's face lightly. She leaned into him, needing Jace to take care of her.
"Here's my card. Let me know when she can come." He held the piece of paper out, and Jace took it. "We'll need to stay a while long to gather more evidence, but you are free to leave." He explained.
"I want to shower first." She looked up at Jace, needing to get the blood off of her skin.
"Of course, Alec can you watch Jon?" He glanced at his best friend, taking Clary's hand. He led her into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. When the door clicked closed, she let out a sob. She leaned against her fiancé, as he wrapped his arms around her. "Everything is ok." He rubbed her back slowly, kissing her head. "Let's get you cleaned up." He drew away from her, pulling her shirt over her head.
Her shirt peeled from her skin, the dry blood was all over her arms and her legs. She felt herself begin to hyperinflate, as she looked at herself. She killed someone. She drove a knife into his heart, murdering her first love.
The hot water turned on, filling the room with steam. "Everything is ok." Jace took her hand, leading her to the shower. She stepped under the hot water, feeling the heat pour down her skin. Jace stepped into the shower with her, grabbing a sponge and soap.
"I killed him." She whispered, dropping her head. She knew that she should feel self-conscious or at least a little flustered, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
"I know." He cupped her cheeks before taking her arm. He scrubbed the blood from her skin. The pool around her feet was red, which made her start to panic. "It's alright." Jace mused, pressing his lips to her head.
"It's not." Tears streamed down her cheeks, as he crouched down in front of her. "I never wanted him to die." She shook her head, putting her face in her hands.
"You didn't have a choice." He spoke softly, cleaning the blood that covered her legs. It was all around her thighs, but Jace carefully cleaned them. There was nothing sexual about the way he was touching her. He turned her around, moving the sponge around her lower behind before getting back up to his feet. "Move in with me." He asked softly, tangling their fingers together.
"Ok." She turned her eyes to their hands, liking the way that they fit together. "Can we get married next week?" She asked, gulping thickly.
"Yes." He breathed, drawing her into his arms. "I love you." He murmured, kissing her head.
"He's gone." She shook head, taking a deep breath. "He told me why he killed my brother." She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut.
"You can tell me later." He stroked her hair back, cupping her cheek in his hand.
OoOoO
1 week later
Clary found herself dancing with her husband and Jonathan in Jace's little home in New York. She had been a disaster most of the week, but right now she didn't care about anything that had happened a week ago, because she was with the two men that made her happier than anyone else in the world.
Jace's fingers twined with hers, while his hand rested on Jon's back. They swayed side to side slowly, making Clary giggle softly. She savored every breath, every touch, and every blink. She loved them both so much. She pressed her lips to Jon's temple before kissing her new husband's. Jon reached towards Jace, as Jace leaned into them both, humming softly.
"I can put Jon to bed." He brushed their lips together softly, lifting Jon from her arms.
"Ok," She breathed, retreating into their bedroom.
She stepped into the bathroom, taking a calming breath, as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was so ready to be with Jace in every since of the word. She remembered her last wedding night. Sebastian had given her time to freshen up, and she had touched up her makeup, put on sexy lingerie, and shaved her legs for the third time that day.
She didn't do any of that now.
She wiped the makeup off of her face, slipping out of her gown and undergarments, and stared at herself in front of the mirror. She was covered in stretch marks, her breast were swollen, while her face a little blotchy, but she didn't want to be with Jace any other way. She took a deep breath, removing her earrings before striding into the bedroom.
She splayed across the bed, gulping thickly. She couldn't believe she was just going to wait for him to come back naked on his bed. She felt oddly scandalous, as she spread her legs ever so slightly, so she could completely see her when he stepped inside.
Jace got back into the room, and he stopped in his tracks. His jaw dropped at the image before him, stopping in his tracks. She made a whimpering noise, as she teasingly stretched her limbs. He scrambled to remove his shirt, as he stumbled over to her. He flicked open his belt, pulling at the zipper. She had never seen him scurry so much.
She couldn't stop her laughter, as she watched him struggle. "My zipper is stuck." He groaned in frustration, dropping his arms.
"Let me get it." She snickered, scooting to the edge of the bed. She grabbed his pants, pulling his crotch closer than necessary. She loosened the fabric from the metal zipper, pulling it down completely. He got his pants down, and he crawled over her. She scooted back, wrapping her legs around his waist.
He sloppily tangled their mouths togethers. She felt everything hot and tingly, as he ran his fingers along her thighs. Clary bumped her nose into Jace's before sticking her tongue in his mouth. He moaned softly, leaning heavily against her.
"You are the most amazing woman I have ever met." He breathed, tracing her thumb over the hallow of her throat. She shivered against his touch, as their eyes met.
"You an amazing man. I never thought I would love like this." She held onto his hip, running her hand up his spine and into his hair. He dipped his head back down, connecting them lazily with hers. They became one being that had one breath, one heart, and one mind. She sighed happily against his mouth, feeling the butterflies warm her stomach.
A/N: I hoped you guys liked it. I felt like I had to write their first time to really to really end this. I love you all.
There is still an epilogue that will be coming really shortly.
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