Hi, did you notice that I posted a spoiler last time? Well, it's not going to happen until, like, chapter seven or eight. Sorry, I miscounted. Also, it's been a while since I updated.

But...we do get to find out what happened to Izzy.

Here we go.

"Oh my God, Izzy!" I say. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing," she mumbles, not looking at me. "I fell."

She couldn't have just fallen down. There's no way that her face could bruise like that. Then, I clearly see her face. Her eyes are rimmed with red, and her nose is puffy. She's been crying.

I run back into my room, hoping that Jace is still there, and he is, laid back on the bed. "Jace!" I say, yanking him into a standing position. "Izzy's hurt."

His eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean, hurt?"

"By hurt, I mean that her face is bruised and swollen, God damn it! Now get in here!"

His eyes widen and he rushes into Isabelle's room, shoving me aside. I follow him, and see that Isabelle's crying again."

"Hey, what happened, Isabelle?" he asks, his eyes calm.

She whimpers. "Nothing. I just fell down while heading to the bathroom."

The door leading into the hallway opens, and in comes Simon with an ice pack. "Iz, I'm so sorry," he begins, and I walk over to him and slap his face. Hard. He is taken aback.

"I know you hit her, you bastard!" I scream, punching him. He tries to get me off him but I hold on tight and keep hitting him. "Fuck you!"

Jace slams the door shut and pulls me away from Simon. "Clary, really, you should calm down," he murmurs.

"Calm down?!" I screech. "Calm fucking down? What the hell is with you? He hit her! And she's pregnant, for God's sake!"

Isabelle starts crying again and puts her head in her hands. "I told him I forgive him," she whispers. "I really did."

It's Jace's turn to gang up on Simon. "What did you do and why?" he asks venomously. "It is against the law to hit a girl here, Simon. Hell, it's against the law everywhere! She's two months pregnant, and you fucking turn her face black and blue?"

"Look, Jace, I got mad, and-"

"Just because you got mad," I choke out between gritted teeth, "doesn't mean that you had the right to hurt her."

"I know that, and I'm so, so sorry! But you have to forgive me. I didn't mean to slap her so hard that she would crash into the wall."

"But you still meant to slap her," I challenge.

"Clary," says Jace quietly. "Take Isabelle into your room. I'll talk to Simon."

"No way," I reply. "I'm staying here."

"Clarissa!" he yells. "Room! Now!"

I flinch, and his eyes soften. "You know that I didn't mean to yell," he whispers. "I'm sorry."

"You did mean to yell," I say. "I guess you can see why neither Izzy or I want to stay in this hellhole." I walk over to Isabelle, gently take her by her arm, and lead her into my room, slamming the door and locking it.

I've had it with Jace.

One week later...

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my fucking God, because Jace is annoying as fuck and he won't stop trying to talk to me.

I think I've made it clear to him at least a million times this week that I don't need to interact with him. I have Isabelle to talk to. She isn't talking to Simon anymore. She's a grumpy pregnant girl. But at least the bruises are fading. Life really sucks for Simon, because we all hate him.

Okay, back to Jace. So, tonight is the night that we have to 'cuddle' (cue internal vomiting) and he's been pestering me about it all day. We have to do it seven whole days in a row, and that means that he's allowed to use my shower. It is 9:47 p.m, and he's going to come in at any moment in his pajamas.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, back the truck up. What if he doesn't wear pajamas?

What if he only sleeps in his boxers?

What if he sleeps naked?

I shudder. We're on good terms so far, but I'm still afraid of him. In two or three weeks, I might be pregnant. The thought sends a chill through my bones, and it's so cold that my blood could turn to ice. If I'm not pregnant, guess who has to have sex again. Me! That's right, me! In a way, Isabelle is so lucky.

"Hello," says Jace.

"Hello," I reply.

Or should I say-hell no.

Please don't kill me.

This is the shortest freaking chapter I've written!

I'm so sorry. Please, please, please, feed this chapter to yourselves. A new one will be up soon. So sorry.

You see, I'm writing the actual version of this fanfiction. As in, a BOOK. And I am about fifteen chapters away from finishing. So huzzah.

Bye, and I'll update soon. Can we get to 100 reviews, please? *puts on puppy face* Thanks for the 98, though! :D