A/N- second chapter of the day! Yayyyy! I'm gonna post three chapters today and hopefully one or two tomorrow to make up for my long absence. Again, I'm really sorry I haven't posted in so long. Hope you enjoy chapter 21! :)

Chapter 21

Clary POV

We arrive at Taki's, Jace grabs my hand and leads us inside. We sit in our usual spot, the booth in the corner by the window and order one smoothie with two straws. For a long while, Jace just stares at me while I look at the menu for food. I look up.

"Why are you staring at me?" I ask, placing the menu down and looking at him. His eyes are like golden pools and I get lost in them.

"Well one: because you're beautiful, and two: there's no reason for you to look at the menu. You always get the chicken and fries." He states, smirking at me.

"Well, maybe I want to try something new." I say.

"Or.. Maybe you still find it hard to talk to me. And I understand. It's.. Awkward." He continues. "But I really am sorry. I know you've forgiven me, but I still am really sorry and I regret what happened every day since then." Jace grabs both of my hands and kisses my right hand, smiling at me. I smile back, then Jace calls for the waiter. He takes our order, and Jace orders for both of us.

•••

Jace walks me to my porch, saying goodnight.

"Text me later?" He asks, kissing my cheek and pulling me into him. I wrap my arms around him, resting my head against his chest.

"Of course. Bye, Jace. Love you." I kiss him lightly, just a small sweet kiss, then pull away and head inside. Jon was out, Simon was also out, with Isabelle though. I sigh and head to my room, where I change into some sweats and a loose fitting tank top for pajamas. I throw my hair up into a quick messy bun and lay down on my bed when I hear the front door open. I go to the living room, expecting to see Jon and give him a hug, but it's not Jon. The man standing there was none other than Valentine, my birth father. He was.. Evil. Had pale blonde hair like Jonathan's, but instead of green eyes he had midnight ones, black as the night, like an empty pit. I back away from him slowly, but he grabs my wrist.

"What are you doing here?" I spit, trying to escape his tight grip.

"I wanted to see my daughter." He growls, pulling me to him and walking out the door and to his car. He kicks me inside in the backseat, holding my mouth so I can't scream. I felt tired from fighting, so I close my eyes and fall asleep.

•••

I awake with a pounding headache, sitting in a stone room. What happened? Oh, right. Valentine kidnapped me and brought me here. Is this his house? His basement or something? Valentine walks up to me, a devious smirk on his face.

"Why hello, daughter." He says in a deep voice, making me scoot back, but I was chained to the wall.

"What do you want with me?" I choke out, a tear slipping from my eye which I quickly wipe away, I didn't want him to think I was weak.

"Birth rights. I want to be your father, your mother doesn't deserve you."

"Yes she does. She's not a psychotic lunatic murderer person who kidnaps their own daughter for 'Birth rights'." I snap, venom in my tone.

"I don't care what you think." He says, unchaining me from the wall and grabbing me by the arm and carrying me up a set of stairs into an empty room. "This will be your room from now on." He tells me. "You're not leaving here." After that he turns around, but not before I punch him square in the jaw. He turns around, a glare on his face and comes at me, pinning me against the wall.

"Don't ever do that again, bitch." He snarls. "You're my daughter and will do as I say." He slaps me, hard, then leaves the room. I slide down the wall, silent tears streaming down my face.

•••

I wake up on the bed, light streaming in through the window. I sit up and yawn, still in the same clothes from last night. Damn, I wanted out. As instinct, I reach to the small bedside table for my phone, but nothing is there. I groan in frustration.

"Valentine!" I shout, angry. He comes in the room, a crooked smile plastered on his face.

"Yes, dear?" He asks.

"Don't call me that." I say. "Now, let me leave."

"Sorry, I can't do that." Valentine smirks deviously and walks away, whistling lowly. I grab one of the pillows and throw it at the lamp, it falls to the ground and shatters.

Jace POV

I awake the next morning to my phone buzzing, Jon's number showing up on the screen. I pick up and Jon starts talking frantically in the phone.

"Is Clary at your place? I swear, I told her she couldn't stay there again."

"Woah, hold up, bro. Clary isn't here. The last time I saw her was last night." I tell Jon, getting a little worried. "Why? Is she not home?"

"No. And she won't return my calls. I just found her phone in her room a couple of minutes ago."

"Maybe she went out somewhere."

"Jace, she never leaves home without her phone. I think something's wrong." Jon sounds frantic and worried.

"I'm coming over. I'm going to bring Isabelle. I have no clue where she could be. I'll be there soon." Jace combs his fingers through his hair then hangs up. "IZ!" He hollers and Iz comes up, her hair cascading down her back in a line.

"What do you want?" She asks me kind of harshly.

"Clary's missing." That gets her attention.

"I'm gonna get my purse. You going to her house?"

"Yeah. Get Alec and Magnus. I'm pretty sure Jon will get Luke and her mom and they'll be there, as well as Simon."

"Okay." Isabelle grabs her purse and heads out with me to my car and we race to Clary's house.