Behind the Shower Curtains (Revised)

Moments Leading to the First Hour

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING..except the story

Jace

As Clary left the bathroom, I turned to Izzy and took her hand. Clary was right, her hand was incredibly fucked up. "We have to get you to your mom.." I tell her, and she snatches her hand back up.

"Don't you think I know that?!" Izzy snipped, she then looked over my shoulder.

"Now what in the hell...Happened here?" Carl asks, his arms crossed.

"He cornered me in the bathroom...Started kissing me and shit...telling me I was a slut and a skank and that he should be able to have his way with me. He tried getting in my pants, so I punched him a good couple times, and when he still wouldn't take the fucking hint, pulled out a switch, and thought ripping my shirt was a cute idea, I bashed his head into the wall till he stopped moving." Isabelle Lightwood was one of the strongest women I knew, but I could tell that for the first time in a while, she was genuinely scared.

"That's not what I was asking." Carl growled, and Izzy braced herself by putting her hand on the bathroom counter. "Why the fuck was Clarissa Morgenstern in the fucking room?" He took a couple steps towards Izzy.

"It's not like I called her here...She just walked in!" Izzy begins to explain, but Carl interrupts her by grabbing her by the jaw.

"I told everyone not to be fucking seen with her...are you deaf, girl?" Carl asks as Izzy winces in pain. I step in between them, nudging Carl away from her.

"C'mon Carl..It wasn't her fault...Look, just please take care of Fred..make sure he's alive, he probably did too much heroin..." I put my arm around Izzy. "Ill get her home and healed, and Ill have Greg clean up the mess...he owes me one anyways.." I told him, Carl hated taking orders from someone else. But deep down he knew that was the best thing to do. I take Izzy out of the bathroom and get her on my motorcycle.

"You know he hates it when someone tells him what to do" she says.

"Yeah, so?" I asked her, unsure of what her point was.

"Carl is dangerous Jace..and you're starting to become a threat to his leadership...just...be careful.." Izzy replies, she was being much sweeter than she usually was, and I know where she was coming from. But this whole thing with Clarissa Morgenstern was really freaking him out. Izzy didn't talk the rest of the way, which wasn't exactly normal for her, especially recently. All she could talk about was her. I pull into the Lightwood's driveway and help Izzy off the bike.

The Lightwoods had a small red brick apartment with a small garage. It was more than most people had. Maryse Lightwood was a night shift surgical Nurse, and Robert Lightwood was her drunk husband with a gambling and cheating problem. Izzy and Alec's life was a complete disaster because of him. Maryse earns a good amount of money, but most of it just goes to pay off Roberts debts. I walk Izzy up to her porch and open the door. Robert was away for the day, those are their good days. I set her down in the dining room table and go to wake up Maryse. The rule was to never wake her up, unless there was an emergency...and Izzy having split knuckles was an emergency.

"Maryse..." I mumble as I creak open her door. Maryse moans and rolls over to face me.

"Jace? what is it now?" She asks, clearly annoyed. "Izzy got hurt..." I explained, she sighed and swung her legs over the bed.

"Great..." She grumbles. Maryse knew we were shadow hunters...She's sort of our plug for morphine...not that she knows...she sells the morphine to make extra cash so they can afford to pay all their bills. Izzy and Alec just manage to sneak some from her batch without her noticing whenever the shadow hunters need some. She sits down at the dining table with a syringe, a bottle of morphine, and a suture kite. "How the hell did this happen?" She asks Izzy as she disinfects the wound.