A/N: Hey there, people! I hope you liked the last chapter! It took me forever to write. Anyways, this chapter is back to Alec point of view. We meet his family! It is still the same night and everything. It takes off right after Alec and Jace get in their cars and drive home. Please enjoy my daring readers!

Song: Family Portrait-P!nk (Yeah, his family is sort of messed up. There is tension between his parents and himself. There is also tension between Maryse and Robert. Nice family, no?)

Alec opened the door of his car and stepped out. A cool breeze blew his charcoal hair around his face gently. The Lightwood manor towered over all of the neighboring maple trees that silently stood around the large house. He sighed before grabbing his shoulder bag and slamming the door closed. The night was quiet, excluding the few howls of a lone wolf in the distance. Alec liked the night the most, it suited him; dark, quiet, and mistranslated. Alec was a very intimidating boy, what with his toned build and dark looks, but he was nothing but a shy boy. Why people always automatically assumed he was a bad kid was baffling.

Alec shook his head as he climbed up the steps to the tall mahogany door. He bit his lip nervously before slipping his key out of his pocket. The door knob turned slowly as he tried to remain unknown. He was half-way up the stairs to his room when Jace came in. "WE'RE HOME!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Alec cringed and silently cursed Jace. He turned back to walk up the stairs to continue to his room when he saw his mother standing one step above him with her slim arms crossed over her chest. Maryse had her long ink hair pulled into a tight bun on top of her head, not a hair out of place. Her dark blue blouse was tucked neatly into her white pencil skirt with a dark brown belt with a simple silver belt buckle around her slim waist. Her thick lips were tainted a blood red, while her cheeks were a light pink. She smiled down at Jace and waved sweetly at him as he left the room. After a few moments, she shifted her gaze to Alec's face. Her blue eyes turned to a cold shade as she pursed her lips.

"Alexander," she nodded to him before continuing down the steps, "I would like to speak to you alone, in my office," Alec inwardly sighed and followed her down the steps. With his mother, there were never any requests, only commands. That was one of the many reasons why she stayed at the top of the fashion business. Maryse was not a fashion designer or a model, but she was the CEO of one of the most well-known fashion magazines, Elle. Alec wasn't much interested in that sort of stuff, but he did respect his mother for her sheer determination and "take no prisoners" attitude.

They maneuvered throughout the large halls of the house. The pure white walls held pictures of many sorts; there were original paintings, such as Picasso, and photographs, mainly from fashion magazines and photo shoots of the models in Elle. Alec never really took the time to look at them, merely glanced, but he took the time to study them now. The clothes were very peculiar and, dare he say, not very good looking. He has seen better looking clothes in Hot Competition than these clothes. Who would want an army green denim jacket and no shirt underneath, or jeans that were already ripped up? Alec was seriously questioning the taste of people nowadays when Maryse cleared her throat. His eyes quickly went to his mother's face. She had her eyebrows raised high as she stood in front of a tall door. "Are you quite finished?" she asked. Alec ducked down his head as he mumbled his apologies. Maryse rolled her eyes, but said nothing else.

The door was pushed open to reveal a simple, yet magnificent, office. There were book cases that reached from the floor to the ceiling on three walls, while the fourth wall was a large window that over looked the backyard. A large oak desk rested in the middle of the room atop a light brown rug. A picture of the whole family rested neatly in the corner of the desk along with small piled of papers and a pencil holder. Maryse walked across the large room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor before she walked onto the rug, and sat down on the leather chair behind her desk. She gestured for Alec to sit down in one of the black wooden chairs across from her. The raven haired boy nervously shuffled over to his mother and sat down. His long bangs covered his eyes as he twiddled his thumbs. He tried to calm his nerves as he slightly shook in his seat. His bright blue eyes were wide with anxiety.

The woman across from him looked over at her son, her heart softening a bit. She started to reach over to stroke back his hair before she pulled back. She couldn't touch a boy who had done what he had done to his own family. The pain still sat heavily in her heart as she remembered that day. A soft whimper was held back as she cleared her throat. "Alexander, please look at me when I speak to you," her voice was low but firm. Her eldest son picked up his head slightly to have his eyes meet his mother's. Maryse nearly broke right then and there when she saw the panicked expression on his face. She so badly wished she could cross that small space between them and hold him close, to tell him she loved him, to tell him everything would be okay. She so badly wished she could, but she knew that she couldn't. What would Robert think of her if she did? She had to bite back that motherly urge as she continued. "Alec-Alexander," she corrected herself, "you are not in any kind of trouble. I just wish to speak to you of the housing situation."

Alec glanced back down at his clenched fists before raising his gaze back up to his mother's stern face. "Y-yes, what of it, Mother?"

"Your father and I were discussing the matter yesterday when he brought up the fact that we would be having guests quite soon," Alec opened his mouth to interrupt, but she didn't allow it. "These guests will be staying over for a week or so, and Robert was commenting on the fact that we do not have enough room for all of them. We need but one room, and we shall be fine."

Alec swallowed thickly. What was she saying that Alec was to move out? Were they kicking him out? Anxiety settled itself over Alec as he looked at his mother. "What are you saying, Mother? Are you kicking me out?" He bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth. Maryse pursed her lips and shook her head.

She rose from her chair and walked over to the window. The trees swayed slowly in the soft wind, helping her calm herself. "No, Alexander, I am merely suggesting that perhaps you should find a friend to stay with until they leave. You are not being kicked out," she said, never turning around to face her son. Alec sat there in silence and stared at her. He did not see the pained expression on her face as she spoke the words, as she tried to hold back the pain she felt. "They will arrive in a day or so. I suggest you find a place to reside by then," she slowly turned around to face Alec. "That is all, you are dismissed," she said before returning to her prior position.

Alec slowly rose from the seat and adjusted his bag. He bit his lip nervously before turning around and walking over to the door. His fingers ghosted over the knob as he spoke. "Thank you for your time," he turned the knob and left the room. Maryse looked back over her shoulder and walked back to her chair. She slowly sank into it and gazed at the picture on her desk. The entire family was smiling warmly back at her, pure joy emanating off of them. Her hands reached into the middle drawer of her desk. She riffled through the papers before grabbing onto a piece of cool metal. When she pulled her hand back out, she looked down at the picture of Alec. He had his raven hair brushed over his forehead, slightly falling over his Caribbean blue eyes. His cheeks were that beautiful shade of pink that God had blessed him with. A sweet, shy smile was on his lips as his dimples softly appeared. The picture was placed in a pure gold frame, the design of intertwining vines etched into the precious metal. Her thin fingers lightly grazed over the boy's face as a tear fell from her eyes.

She took a shaky breath before sliding the picture back underneath the papers and closed the drawer silently. She sat in silence for a moment before she opened her mouth and began to sing the lullaby she would sing to him every night.

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep,

Pretty baby,

Do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

Cares you know not,

Therefore sleep,

While over you a watch I'll keep.

Sleep,

Pretty darling,

Do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

XxXxX

Alec let his door slip silently shut. He had managed to hold back his unwanted emotions until he got to his room. Now that he was in his safe haven, he just let go. He covered his mouth with his hands as the tears started to flow. His body was racked with shudders as he slid down onto the floor. He placed his hands over his wet face as he tried to calm down. He never understood why his parents always made him emotional, even a conversation like that had him crying like a baby. Perhaps, ever since what had happened, he had become…different when around his parents. They never had normal conversations, and with his father, none at all. Robert would only glare at him before returning to his newspaper or work. Alec shook his head back and forth as the tears continued to flow down his face. He clenched his eyes shut and rubbed at his cheeks. Hiccups started up as Alec got up. He walked over to his bathroom and turned on the faucet. When he gazed up at the mirror, he saw that his cheeks and eyes were red. A sigh left his lips as he splashed cold water on his face. He shook the water droplets out of his hair as he walked over to his bed. It was a full-sized bed with a fluffy white comforter over plain black sheets.

Alec wiggled out of his jeans and threw his shirt in the hamper. Not really in the mood to get into proper pajamas, he slid into bed with just his boxers on. He rested his head on the pillow and closed his tired eyes. Sleep soon took over his body, and he drifted off into slumber.

Okay, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know it took a long time to get up, but I was uninspired. Then, I got 2 new reviews. They weren't long or anything, but they were enough to get me off my butt and get to writing. Believe it or not, I wrote this at midnight. That's just how I roll! Anyways, please favorite this story, review, follow me, etc. I hope you all have a wonderful day!

Lots of Love,

Charlotte V.