Well it's been a week since I updated, so here you are. I thought it was time to see into both of their pasts. I wrote this a while ago and haven't had a lot of time to fix it up so I hope it's alright!
It was Saturday morning Clary woke in Jace's arms, in her bedroom. Clary smiled to herself and stared up at Jace's soft lips, knowing they were hers. They hadn't gone any further than kissing. Jace hadn't even touched her butt or boobs.
"Your staring at me again." Jace said, his voice slick and husky from sleep.
"Hard not to." Clary teased.
Jace laughed softly, "cause' I'm so damn irresistible." He said.
Clary scowled at him, and slapped him playfully, "your such an egotistical asshole." She said.
Jace rolled onto his side, facing her, "you love it, Angel." He said, smiling his lopsided smile.
"Your right." She said, kissing him lightly.
They ended up in her lounge room, playing her Xbox and watching movies. Clary sat the controller down.
"What is it, Angel?" Jace asked, putting his down as well.
"I want to go swimming." She said, jumping up and racing into her room.
She pulled on her favourite green swimmers and met Jace down there, he was sitting on the edge of the pool. She sat down next to him, dangling her legs in.
Jace hand rubbed soothing circles into her back. This time she didn't tense, she was less self conscious around Jace with her scars now.
"I wanna learn more about you. Your past. And in return, you learn about mine." Clary said, leaning her head on his shoulder.
Jace took a deep breath, "well, I suppose if I'm gonna tell anyone, it would be you." He said, kissing the top of her head lightly before standing up and dragging Clary over to the sun chairs.
They sat down, legs crossed, facing each other.
"You sure you wanna do this?" Jace asked
Clary nodded.
"I'll start from the start. When I was 8, before Jackie adopted me, I lived with my parents. Real parents. My father, he was involved with bad things, gangs and drugs, that's were all the money came from. We lived in this magnificent house, butlers, maids, it was like Richie Rich. I had anything, got anything. It was my birthday and my father asked, like he always did, what I wanted. Anything in the world, he said. I asked to have dinner. Me, my mom and my dad. That's all I wanted. It wasn't very often I sat down to dinner with my parents. Once, Twice a year. So on my birthday, as I asked, we all sat down like a normal family and had dinner. It was so nice, so peaceful," Jace smiled a little, "but then, alarms started blaring, signalling that someone had broken down our gate, then our front door got smashed open. My personal maid, Casey, she was sweet, like a sister to me, she grabbed me and pulled me upstairs, my mom trailing behind us. As we ran up the stairs, I looked back to see one of our butlers get shot, then my father. Right in his heart. I saw him fall to the ground, the life go out of his eyes, and I couldn't scream, I couldn't do anything. My mom and Casey pulled me into one of the spare bedroom, my mom shoved me under the bed, told me to stay there, not to make a sound."
He took a deep breath before continuing, "my mom and Casey just stood there, holding each other's hands, facing the door, as if, just looking death right in the face. Then the door got smashed down, I stayed quiet as they asked. This guy strode in, tall, broad shouldered, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes, holding this gold gun. He looked like a total gangster, you know, like the one in movie, fake teeth, gold jewellery, necklaces, bracelets, rings. He didn't see me, he just laughed and hit my mom in the head with the gun, she fell to the floor, he did the same to Casey. But he-he-he, " Jace took a deep breath, "he raped my mom. Right in front of me. Then shot her in the head, then Casey in the chest. Then he just walked out of the room, like nothing had happened. I crawled out from under the bed, over to Casey, she was still breathing. I started crying, begging for her to be alright. She died right in front of me, she took her last breath, he eyes went blank, her heart stopped beating. And I couldn't do anything. I sat there and cried over my mothers and Casey's dead body for hours, hours, before anybody came. The police piled into the room and pulled me away from my mothers dead body, and put me in the police car. I was bloody, and crying. That's when Jackie came up to me, yeah, she was a police officer once upon a time. She drove me back to the police station, got me cleaned up before dropping me off to the adoption agency. My parents died on my birthday. I hate celebrating my birthday because of it, it just reminds me of that night."
He rubbed the tears out of his eyes, "I was put in a foster home, I hated it. I was bullied, horribly by the other kids, teased. Jackie always visited me, made sure I was okay. One day I was sitting at the piano, playing, I was taught at a young ago by my father, when Jackie came in. She wasn't in her uniform and she had the biggest smile I've ever seen, and that's the day I was adopted. She gave up her spot on the force, too look after me." Jace's breath was shaky.
Clary didn't know what to do, what to say. So she lay her hands over his.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Clary said, frowning at Jace.
He smiled weakly, "it's fine. I needed to talk about this to someone." He said.
Clary kissed him lightly.
"There's more to be told, though. When I was about 15 I started getting into major trouble. I completely abandoned my skill of the piano. I rebelled, got in trouble with the police, many, many, many times. If it wasn't for Jackie I would be in Juvy right now. I got into the bad crowds, drugs, sex, shoplifting. I used so many girls, I feel horrible about it now. But one night we took it to far. We broke into this house, expensive, fancy house, we planned to steal some jewellery, anything expensive really. I was high on Coke, my 'friends' were as well, but the group leader-Rickie-, he took meth just before we broke in. Me and the Rickie snuck in to the main bedroom, there was a woman and man sleeping, a young couple. I emptied the jewellery cases, while the Rickie rifled through draws. He accidentally dropped a watch, waking up the couple. I froze, they didn't spot me, they spotted the him. They guy jumped out of the bed and ran towards him. Rickie pulled a knife, I didn't even know he had it, and he stabbed the guy in the stomach. I couldn't move, I freaked, all the blood. Rickie grabbed me by the shoulder and we all hauled ass outta there, but turns out the house had a silent alarm system, police surrounded the house. Turns out the guy died, he died. Rickie got put in Juvy, I nearly was, but Jackie talked them down since I was only a witness. I was put in rehab for a while, for my addiction to coke. After that, we moved here, wanted to start fresh. So, here I am." He finished, spreading his arms.
"I-I-I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry, Jace. I'm so sorry." Clary said.
"I don't expect you to say anything. It's alright, Angel." Jace said, clasping her hands in his.
"I am sorry, Jace. I just want you to know I'll always be here. No matter what." She said, staring into his eyes.
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Jase joked.
"You always joke when your uncomfortable. Stop. I'm here for you." Clary said.
"Okay. I know. It feels...nice, to have gotten all of that out." He said.
"Good." Clary said, leaning forward.
Jace closed the space between them, kissing her soft and slowly.
Clary smiled when they broke apart.
"God, I love your kisses." She said.
Jace smiled and kissed her again.
"Now, you. Don't think your getting out of this, by complimenting me." Jace said.
Clary sighed, "it was worth a try." She said.
They rearranged their positions. Jace laying down, Clary lay on top of him, facing up, her head on his chest, body in between his legs.
"So, as you know my father beats me. He always has from a young age. It used to be for the most stupid reasons, like stealing some food. He used to just hit me, then he started using his belt. That's when I started rebelling. I ditched Simon, Izzy, Emma, Jules and started skipping school to hang out with these teenagers, probably around 17-18 years old, I was only 15. I snuck out of the house nearly every night, no one knew. We got drunk, smoked pot, I even tried meth once. Boy never again, worst experience of my life. One night, one of the guys had his licence, so we drove out of town to this club. Everyone got wasted, the guy who had the licence, passed out, so they elected me to drive. As stupid as I was, I agreed. We were driving over this bridge, when this semi jack knifed, right in front of us. We smashed, straight into it. I could hear the liquid pouring out of the car, so I scrambled out, my leg was broken, but I managed to get away from the car. I saw one of the girls, struggling to get out of the car, she managed to un do her seat belt, just as the car caught on fire. She scrambled out of the car, but not far enough. The car blew up. Went up in flames. I heard the screams. The screams of pain. The smashing on the windows. The three guys died, the girl, 65% of her body, burnt. If it wasn't for my father I would have been charged for the deaths of all three of them. Somehow. Somehow, I have a clean record. I don't deserve a clean record! Me of all people!"
She took a deep breath, whipping away the tears, "I went back to school, stayed away from everyone. I started taking cocaine. Wouldn't go near Izzy or anyone, they tried to talk to me, but I pushed them away. I got depressed. Really badly. I started cutting. Then one night, father beat me again, mom wasn't there, I couldn't handle it. So I-I tried to kill myself," she showed Jace her left arm, he grabbed it running his fingers over the scar, "Izzy knew something was wrong. That night she broke past my father, wanting to see me. She couldn't find me in my room and eventually broke down my door. She found me, near dead, covered in blood, the gash down my arm. The ambulance got there just in time. I stopped breathing, I got put on a respirator, I had to have a lot of blood transfusions. Because of the way I cut, they had a hard time bandaging it up, they couldn't stitch it up. My father admitted me into a psych ward, I was there for months, until my mom found out, came home and admitted me out. Izzy wouldn't take no for an answer, she was there 24-7. When I finally went back to school, I hung out with Izzy and everyone again. Trying to forget what happened. I'll never forget, the memories will always be there, but I'm working through it." Clary finished.
"Jesus, Angel!" Jace said.
Clary laughed, "well yeah." She said.
He still rubbed the scar on her arm, "fuck, Angel. That's-god." Jace said.
"Yeah, I know. I'm fucked up. I understand if you want nothing to do with me." Clary said, laughing humourlessly.
Jace clasped her hands, "what? No! No. I wouldn't dream of it Angel. I-I-lo. I wouldn't leave you. I'm glad you told me. I understand you now, I know you more. That's all I'll want. It's all I want. Is to know you. Not make up my own Clary Morgenstern, I want the real you. And if you real you comes with baggage, I don't care. I lo-I don't care." Jace said.
His stare was so intent, so real, Clary couldn't look away. Even with the tears, she wouldn't look away. Jace whipped away her tears with his thumbs.
"Thank you." Was all Clary could say.
Clary felt guilt eating up inside of her. She hadn't told Jace one thing. About relapsing. She couldn't. For some reason, she just couldn't. It was like ice just froze her jaw shut, ever time she tried to tell him.
"Come on, let's go inside." Jace said.
"Can we go back to your place? I like it there." Clary asked timidly.
He smiled, "of course we can."
They ended back at Jace's, sprawled together on his bed. Clary eating chips, Jace half asleep.
"Jace! Jace!" His moms voice rang through the hall.
"Yeah?" Jace called back, rubbing his eyes.
Jackie cracked open that door, peaked inside, then came in.
"Uh, I spoke to Jeremy today." Jackie said, biting her lip nervously.
Jace's muscles tightened, "and?" He asked, voice tense.
"He, uh, he was wondering maybe if you wanted to come down next Friday, for a week, or a few days. His having a ball, and he just-well, you know." Jackie said, shrugging.
"I don't-" Jace started.
"Jace. You can't avoid him forever like last time. At least think about it." Jackie said, leaving and closing the door behind her.
Jace sighed and collapsed face down on the bed.
"Was there something I missed?" Clary asked, munching on her chips.
Jace sighed, rolled over and propped his head on his hand.
"Angel." Jace said, stroking her leg.
"Uh-uh. No way. Not kissing your way out of this. Tell me." Clary said, eating another chips.
"Well, I have an uncle, Jeremy. I thought-still think, he had something to do with my family's death. I chose adoption over living with him. So now his keeping my inheritance until I'm 18, and he always invites me to visit him and to ball and all of his fancy shit." Jace explained.
His hand was still on her leg, tracing lazy shapes. Clary laid down next to Jace, propping her head on her hand, resting her leg over his.
"Maybe you should go." Clary said.
Jace's hand stopping tracing and lay flat on her thigh.
"I don't know if I can alone. Again." Jace said.
Clary bit her lip, "I'll come with you." She offered.
Jace's eyes lit up, his hand tightened on her thigh.
"You would?" Jace asked.
Clary smiled at him, and pushed her free hand through his silk hair.
"Of course I would." Clary said.
"You are the best girlfriend, ever, Angel." Jace said, somehow manoeuvring so he was laying one top of her, between her legs.
"Sorry, what?" Clary teased.
One of his hand rested on her waist, the other propping himself above her.
He leaned in close, "I said, you," kiss, "are," kiss, "the," kiss, "best," kiss, "girlfriend," kiss, "ever."
Clary smiled and wound her hands in his hair, pulling him close. He kissed her lips, soft, his lips tasting sweet. She wound her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. Clary slid her hands down his chest, playing with the hem of his T-shirt. Jace broke the kiss long enough to slip his shirt off, then meet her lips again. She relished in the feel on his soft, smooth, muscled, toned body beneath her hands.
"Mmmmmm, Angel." Jace moaned.
Clary smiled into the kiss, before continuing to feel his chest. She slipped her hands around and over his back. Even his back dipped and curved with muscles, trailing her finger down the indent of his spine.
Jace took a deep, wavering breath.
"Your quite the teaser." Jace murmured.
Clary giggled, then reversed the position. She now, straddling his hips.
"Scratch that. Your evil." Jace mumbled, as she kissed his bare chest.
Jace slid his hands down to the hem of her singlet, hinting, but no asking.
"Your so careful." Clary whispered, giggling softly.
She slipped off her singlet, quietly thanking herself for wearing a cute polka dot bra, with pink lace around the edge. Jace's eyes darkened. Jace's hands ran up her scared back first, she found that he always did this when her back was bare, as if some kind of reminder that he didn't care, that they were apart of her. His hands ran up from her waist, stopping just below her bra line, his eyes flickered up to hers.
Clary leant down and kissed his neck, "like I said, so careful." She murmured against his neck.
Just at that moment, Jace's door opened, Jackie calling Jace's name. Clary jumped off Jace so quickly, she actually fell off the side of the bed.
"I-I-uh. I was just coming to let you know dinner would be ready in 10minutes." Jackie said quickly.
Clary popped her head over the bed and tried to smile at Jackie.
"Thanks, mom." Jace said.
Jackie hurried out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
"Remind me to lock that the next time we're having a hot make out session." Jace said, rubbing his hand over his face.
"I can't believe that just happened." Clary groaned, resting her head on the corner of the mattress.
Jace laughed, "oh she'll forget. Maybe." Jace said.
Clary groaned, "great. Great." She said.
Clary couldn't help but laugh though.
And she couldn't wait to go away with Jace.
That might be their time.
So...their going away together? Hmmmm I wonder what will happen on the magnificent trip!
so I just finished writing a later chapter and it's in Jace's POV and god, it's so different from writing in Clary's...
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