Love To

Chapter 25:

It smells like lilac, and these sheets are way too soft to be mine. Someone was lying next to me. It was a boy, obviously. I curled an arm around him thinking it was Jace.

"A tad forward don't you think Clarissa?" A voice rasped in my ear. A voice that was not Jace's.

What happened? Oh yeah my father scared the crap out of me and as I was slowly backing away from the maniac, I lost my footing and hit my head. No concussion I heard him say. He was gone now. But Jonathan was not. I groaned, and rolled over. My brother. My demonic older brother.

I remembered back when I was about ten. They had found me at my school. Valentine had walked in and asked to see me. I remembered the intercom crackling and the principal's secretary asking Mrs. James to send me to the doors. That's how freaking easy it was. I had skipped out, bag slapping my shoulders, thinking when the secretary said my father she meant Luke. He was my father anyways. Then I was pulled into the long shiny limo. And when I said pulled I mean I was picked up like a sack of potatoes and thrown into the car. My mother had told me who he was and who Jonathan was, but not full detail, just a little story of them being me my father and brother and a family picture of the three before she had gotten pregnant. Everyone thought Valentine and Jonathan were dead, but Mom knew they weren't. So there I sat, in the limo, Valentine's cold smile and Jonathan's creepy smirk plastered to my face.

I bit my lip trying to push the tears away. Even though he had willingly left me at Central Park about an hour later, it was a very disturbing experience. My eyes fluttered open, the room was glowing with the setting sun. Jonathan loomed over me, his fingers touching my face. I tried not to cringe. He can't know.

"Good evening Clary." He smiled, it dripped fake warmth.

"What time is it?" I sat up pushing my palms into my eyes.

"About 5:30."

"Where's Valentine?"

"He had to step out and take care of a bit of business. Get dressed." He nodded to the bathroom door.

"Why?"

"We aren't going to stay cooped up in this room all night. We are going to dinner and then sightseeing." He stood, rolling the muscles in his back.

"I don't have anything fancy…"

"Doesn't matter, just brush out that rats nest." He pointed to my head. I scowled and turned to the bathroom. I locked the door and went to the mirror. I grabbed a brush and yanked through my hair, I started to run the bathroom sink and then spoke to Magnus.

What's going on at home?

Oh Jocelyn and Jace are holding me at gunpoint. Oh boy Clary, they're pissed. With a capitol P.

Let me talk to them.

What?! Clary, are you psycho? Oh my God they're rubbing off on you!

Just please.

Who do you want first?

Mom

Dead line for a second or two.

Clarissa Adele Fray, where are you!? Do you have any idea the trouble you're in?

Mom, I love you, and I love Luke. But you have to let me do this. Don't worry, I'll be okay. Just be thankful you took me to those self-defense lessons.

Clary, just come home, please.

I can't Mom. I love you guys so much but I'm doing this for you guys. Please, give the ring to Jace so I can talk to him.

Clary, I love you.

I love you too.

Dead line again.

CLARISSA! WHAT IN RAZIEL'S GLORIOUS NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?

Oh, you're mad. I think you just blew my brain's eardrums…

YES I'M MAD! I THINK I FINALLY TALK SENSE INTO YOU AND YOU RUN OFF ON SOME SUICIDE MISSION! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?

You made it very clear last night that it was either you or me Jace. I chose me. I refuse to let him hurt you. Did you read my note?

Yes…

Then you didn't do it very well. Read it again.

Come back. Please Clary, for me.

I'll be back I promise. Within a few days, I promise. I love you. You know that, right?

Yes. I love you too. And if you don't come back I'll personally kick your ass.

Funny, funny. I love you, now give the ring back to Magnus.

I love you too.

Dead line.

Okay dear get out there and rock the doubt of those maniacs heads.

I stared at my face. The tears were pooling up again, but I burned them away by looking at the light. After I was convinced they were gone, I left the bathroom. Jonathan was pulling on his coat and handed me mine.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. I just had to fix my make-up."

"You're not wearing make-up."

"Exactly." I winked. We left the room and rode down to the lobby in silence.

"So where are we going?" I broke the silence.

"Dinner."

"Where?"

"You'll see." He smirked at me through the reflection on the elevators door.

Jace's POV

I gingerly gave the ring over to Magnus. She sounded okay, but I missed her. She had told me she loved me and I was still selfishly begging the Angel to send her back. I asked him to at least put a bit of sense into that little things head! Jocelyn had stopped crying, but her face was pale. She felt the same way I did. I missed Clary. When she was ready I'd be the first one there to save her. I'd personally ram a seraph blade through his chest. I dropped onto Magnus's sofa and Alec sat down next to me.

"Jace, she'll be okay. I promise."

"Swear on the Angel Alec."

"What?"

"If you're going to promise at least swear on the Angel's name, maybe then I'll believe it." I stared out the window on to the black street below.

See that's how much I love you guys:)! And I am dedicating this chapter to TheDauntlessNephilimTribute…she's pretty awesome from what I've gathered:) Any who I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It's kind of sad, but I can swear on the Angel that Clary will be okay, maybe a little bruised and banged up but very much alive. I also wanted to tell you guys how amazing you are to write these reviews and to follow and/or favorite this story. You guys are awesome.

Hadi wakati mwingine- Emma (ooh I feel so cool I just spoke/typed Swahili)