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After a while Issabelle plucked up the courage to look at her phone. She had 4 Voice mail messages. The first was from Alec: "Issabelle it's me. Jace says your acting strange, call me." The second message was also from Alec: "Issabelle what's going on. You hit Clary? Call me now!" Alecs tone defiantly wasn't a happy one.

A single tear slipped down her cheeks. She moved on to the next messages. They were both from Simon. "Hi Issabelle, please can I talk to you Clary told me something and I don't think I can keep it a secret m worried about her, just call me back okay." and that was the end of the message. Issabelle finally reached her last voice mail. she clicked listen and put her phone on speaker mode.

"Look Issabelle I don't know if you can hear this or not but if you can just know I love you don't forget that. we will get you home I promise."

After staring at her phone for what seemed like hours she decided to call the one person she wanted to speak to. Issabelle lifted the phone up and dialled Simons number. After a few rings Simon eventually picked up. "Issabelle?" he asked. in a small muffled voice she awnsred "It's me Simon, the real me I'm home." Simon let out a sigh of relife. "Oh Issy I've been so worried how are you?... sorry that's a silly question." he said. Issabelle laughed "I'm okay I guess. Can we meet? I need you." she asked. Issabelle what's not the kind of girl who admits they needs help she's strong and independent but right now, all she wanted was to be held in his arms and be told everything is okay. "I'll be there in twenty minutes" Simon said before Hanging up the phone.

Issabelle quickly got dressed and snuck out of her room and quietly walked towards the entrances to the institute. She slipped out side and waited for Simon.

Eventually Clary had fallen asleep. her exhaustion had taken over but she woke up feeling worse than she felt before. Clary opened her eyes and looked around the room, part of her had hoped it was all just a bad dream but she knew she wasn't that lucky. Clary's stomach growled with hunger. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten or drank anything. her body was weak and she could barley pull herself to sit at the edge of the bed. Clary shouted out "Hello? are you there?" but got no response. "You can't keep me in here without food or water. you do know there's two of us." she shouted. Clary wasn't usually so forward but the mixture of hormones, exhaustion and hunger was really having a impact on her. She stood up and walked towards the door. she loudly knocked on it 5 times.

After a few moments the door handle rattled, clary stepped back as the door opened and valentines brother stepped inside. In his hands he held a tray. he placed the tray down on a small table and gestured Clary towards it. slowly Clary stepped towards the table and sat down. On the tray was a large Sunday roast meal. The hunger shone through Clarys eyes. She glanced at the man who nodded his head towards her, she picked up the cutlery and tucked in to her meal. The Man Laughed and sat down opposite her.

"Clarrisia, you needed not to shout, just knock on the door and i will come to you." Clary lowered her cutlery and looked towards her uncle. she spoke "I don't know your name." The Man looked towards Clary. "You may call me Jacob." he answered. A look of puzzlement crossed Clarys face "Is that your name or just what I should call you?" she asked. Jacob smiled. "You're a wise girl Clarrisia like your farther." he answered. Clary glared at him. "I'm nothing like my farther" she spat.

Jacob looked towards his niece "He was once a good man. A man your mother loved, a man you could of been proud to call your father. until he changed. Valentine traded the people he loved for power, he did unspeakable things which I am sure you have been told Clarrisia. However what my brother did to me has never been told to anyone after all these years my family believed I was dead after what he did I never had the strength to tell them the truth." His voice was cold. As Clary looked up at him she couldn't help but feel sorry for him even after all he had done too her. "What did he do to you?" she asked her uncle.

"The truth is not pretty Clarrisia." he said.

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