Scarred for Life
Chapter 25
Hey everyone! I just want you all to know that it was EXTREMELY hard trying to get this chapter online. My dad went snooping through my laptop and read this chapter, then he started screaming at me because he thought it was too inappropriate, and then he tried to delete it! I managed to save it so, enjoy.
Previously:
I faintly remember hearing the front door opening. The squeak of the hinges piercing through the sound of silence that hung around the entire house. I should've been more worried, but I just thought it was Luke going out to howl at the moon, or whatever it was werewolves did.
I should've jumped out of bed, grabbed my dagger and stele, ran downstairs, and investigated.
But I didn't.
Instead I just rolled over and fell back asleep, forgetting everything the moment my eyes closed.
Until I heard the scream.
Clary P.O.V
I shot out of bed, terrified. The only other person that should be in the house is Luke. Luke never screamed.
I ran into his room, my socks muffling the sounds of my footsteps. I threw open his door and ran halfway in, taking on a fighting stance. I did a quick scan of the area. At first glance, everything was normal. It was only when I looked closer that I saw abnormalities. A picture frame that hung next to the door was lopsided, the blankets' on Luke's bed were wrinkled and twisted, and the window was open, causing the chilly night air to raise goose bumps on my arms and legs.
If I listened closely, I could hear raspy breathing. I looked to my right, towards the bed, but didn't see anything. Slowly, I crept towards the other side. I peeked around the corner, and my heart stopped.
Luke was lying on the ground, in a puddle of his own blood.
I dropped down on my knees and slid towards him. I picked his head up and cradled it in my lap. Tears burned the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I had to stay strong. If Luke saw me weak, he would worry about me, instead of focusing on healing himself.
"Who did this to you?" I looked down, trying to see where he was injured. There was a stab wound on his chest, a few inches from his heart.
Luke looked up, collecting the strength to speak. "J-Jonathan. Get out of here Clary, you aren't safe."
I wasn't surprised when he said it was Jonathan that did this. The stab wound said it all. It was Jonathan's signature. Stabbing right next to the heart, but not directly through it, allowed the victim to die slower, making them suffer longer. "I can't leave you. You're the only family I have left."
There was a ghost of a smile in Luke's eyes. He raised a hand, which was visibly shaking, and placed it on my cheek. "You know as well as I do that I'm not going to survive this. It was a silver dagger. I can't heal with pieces of silver still in my bloodstream. Dying won't be too bad. I'll finally get to see your mother."
"Don't talk like that! I can't just let you die."
Luke had to take deep breaths, visibly paling with each one. He started breathing the words out. I leaned down closer, trying to understand what he was trying to say. "I want to stay, but it's just too late. I want you to promise me something before I go."
I nodded my head, determined to do one last thing for him. Luke breathed hard now, his face still paling with every breath he took. I leaned closer, needing to hear his final words. "Don't forget who you are. Don't forget the scared little girl that I found years ago, and don't forget all the things you've had to overcome to become the headstrong young woman that you are now. Those experiences make you who you are. Your mother wouldn't want you to become bitter at the whole world. You know, you look just like your mom, especially your eyes. You have your mother's eyes." A small, distant smile spread across his face as his eyes shut.
I tried checking for his pulse, but there wasn't one.
It seemed as though something in my mind just snapped. All the emotions I've ever felt in my entire life came rushing back, threatening to overwhelm me. I couldn't let that happen. I pushed everything into a little box, locking it away in the very back of my heart and fully intending on never letting it out again. I no longer felt anything. I was numb.
I took my time walking back to my room. When I got there, I walked to my dresser, changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and picked up my bag. The only things I had unpacked were my toiletries. The door slammed shut behind me, but I just continued packing up my stuff. "Leaving so soon?" Jonathan's voice carried an echo around the entire room.
I ignored him and moved onto packing up some art stuff, deciding I wanted to start drawing again once I got to my next destination. Wherever that was.
Getting frustrated with my silence, Jonathan came over and yanked on my arm. "You will look me in the eye when I talk to you. You owe me some respect!"
"You killed the only family I had left. What do you want me to do? Get down and bow?" The words themselves were assertive, but my tone was bland, lifeless.
"That mutt wasn't your family, Father and I are. Now hurry along and pack your stuff. We are going back to the Morgenstern Manor."
"I'm not going anywhere with you, you sick son of a bitch."
His eyes gleamed, fury evident. He back-handed me and I flew into the wall. I could've fought, but I didn't understand the point. Why fight when there's nothing else worth fighting for?
Jonathan picked me up from the wall that I was leaning against and carried me over to my bed, dropping me roughly onto it. "It looks like someone's going to have to teach you some respect."
He dropped on top of me and assaulted my lips with a rough kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Everything about it felt wrong, but I didn't stop him. I just laid there, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. His hands started to roam my body, greedy and uncaring. Occasionally he would let out a strange noise, clearly enjoying himself. Either he didn't know that I wasn't responding in the slightest, or he just didn't care. I myself assumed it was the latter.
He tore off my shirt. Jonathan stopped and got on his knees, straddling me. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. I've felt something for you ever since we were children, but Father frowned upon it. But Father isn't here now, is he?"
It was when he started reaching for the button of my pants that I broke free of my numbness. By the Angel, he's going to rape me! That's gross! Luke was right, my mother wouldn't want this. I let one emotion out of its locked box: pride.
Jonathan was still trying to undo the button when I reached up and kneed him in the groin. He fell sideways, holding his package. I ran for the door, not expecting my legs to fall out from under me. Jonathan chuckled, taking his time getting off the bed and walking towards me. "Didn't you notice? I drew a paralyzing rune on your legs. I figured something like this would happen. Though I must say, you cooperated much longer than I thought you would."
He was getting closer to me, and another emotion slipped out of the box: fear. Somebody please help me! As if answering my prayers, my door was broken open, coming clean off its hinges. It was too dark to see any facial features, but I knew by the lean, muscular build and golden hair that it was the last person I'd ever expect to come to my rescue.
It was Jace, my Jace.
He walked into the room, assessing the situation. He first looked at me, his eyes a mixture of relief and sadness. Then his eyes shifted to Jonathan, a burning hatred making itself known. "You disgusting little demon. How can one person be so messed up that they want to fuck their own sister?"
Choosing to ignore the question, he took another step closer to me. Jonathan crouched down and played with one of my curls. I tried to crawl away, but he grabbed my face, preventing me from going anywhere. "You aren't going to kill me, Jace, unless you want to get in trouble with the Clave. I'm a Shadowhunter, we can't kill our own kind."
Jace let out a dry, humorless laugh. "Since when has that ever stopped you? Besides, you and your precious Daddy are the Clave's most wanted. There's a price on your heads, a very large price I might add." Jace tapped his chin, as if in deep thought. "I have been wanting to get myself some new shoes."
Jonathan casually picked up a knife that had been sitting on my side table and flipped it up into the air. "Well you won't be getting those shoes anytime soon."
Jace also picked up a knife out of his belt and cocked his head to the side. "We'll see about that." With that, they lunged at each other, Jonathan jumping over me to get to Jace. I crawled over to the wall, not sure what to do. Without the use of my legs, I was a sitting duck.
One look at the two boys and you could tell that this fight would not be easy. They were built exactly the same; long and lean, like panthers. Whereas Jace had a little bit more muscle, Jonathan had about 2 more inches when it came to height. They were both fast, and very light on their feet.
It seemed like they took turns stabbing at each other, turning it into a dance. When one lunged, the other would either duck or spin away. This would be beautiful to draw.
The moment was ruined all too quickly when Jace managed to land a crippling blow to Jonathan's abdomen. Jonathan landed heavily on his hands and knees, blade falling out of his hand and to the right of him. Jace started running forward, intending to finish him off, when Jonathan twisted a ring on his right hand. It glowed red and the air around Jonathan started to shimmer. His form started looking a little translucent.
When he had almost disappeared completely, he turned and looked straight at me. A terrifying smirk adorned his face. "This isn't over, my sweet little Clarissa. You will be seeing me again."
Even after he had left, his smirk lingered in my mind, refusing to let me forget it. By now, the rune had worn off and I could move again. I brought my legs up to my chest and buried face into my knees. I could've cried, hell, I even deserved to cry after all I had been through tonight, but I didn't.
I heard someone crouch in front of me and I looked up to see Jace, offering me his leather jacket. I gladly accepted it, considering I was only in my bra and my jeans. I put it on and zipped it up. I breathed in deep, inhaling Jace's unique scent.
He didn't make any move to touch me, and that told me he was still angry at me for lying to him. I was disappointed, even though it was all my fault. Jace cleared his throat and stood up. "Come on, we have to get back to the Institute."
I nodded and stood up also, willing to follow him into the pits of Hell.
Before you guys kill me, I killed Luke because I just didn't feel like he was an important part of the story (at least my story. He's a huge role in the actual books)
P.S: What did you think of the whole rape thing?
P.P.S: It;s over 2,000 words! YAY!
P.P.P.S: I might not be able to update for a while. I'm going on a Washington D.C trip starting Thursday and I don't get back until Saturday so I don't have to much time to write. I'll try my best to update before I leave.
See ya soon,
ByTheAngel99