City Of Falling Darkness

Punishment

As I make the long walk back to our house, I notice I no longer see Clary. 

She must have run. 

As I finally reach the front door and throw it open, I sigh and kick my shoes off. I walk into the living room and turn a lamp on. 

"Finally home, are you?" 

"Father?" I ask, my stomach rolling over. 

"Yes son. It's me. So do you wish to tell me where you were?" 

I swallow and try not to throw up. "Well... Clary took me to this club and-" 

"CLARY HAS BEEN IN BED ALL NIGHT. I'm not an idiot Jonathan!" 

I flinch at his harsh words. 

"Don't you dare flinch from me, I've never hit you once in your life. Don't make me start now." 

I nod my head sharply and respond. "Yes sir. What is my punishment.. sir." 

He thinks for a moment. "I'm not sure. For now, you are to go to your room, and if I find that you have left before I let you out, you will regret it." 

He turns the lamp back out, dismissing me. I walk stiffly out of the room and into my own. I lay back on my bed and close my eyes, trying to go to sleep. I hear my door creak open and open my eyes. 

"Who's there?" I ask plainly. 

"It's me." 

"Clary, I really don't want to see you right now, much less talk to you."

I hear her sigh and shuffle. 

"Look. I didn't mean for you to get caught. I didn't know dad was up, I came back in through my window like I always do." She pauses. I don't respond and she sighs again. 

"I just don't want you to be mad at me. You're all I really have. You're my only true friend. The only one who gets me. Also-.... never mind.." 

I hear her footsteps go back to the door and it opens. "Forget about it. Goodnight John." I groan when she leaves and bury my face in my pillow. Eventually, after what feels like years, my mind wanders off into slumber. 

I wish I could say it was a dreamless and uneventful sleep, but then I'd be lying. 

My dream turns to a thing of darkness and fear. I dream of a world powered by a great evil, of a world of darkness and blood. 

I twist and turn fitfully and eventually am able to awaken myself from the dream. When I awaken I am laying in bed, my sheets twisted around my legs. My hair and shirt sticking to me with sweat. I wish to go and seek the comfort of Clary. But I am to heed the forebode leave of this room. 

I groan in anger and kick my bedside table over. The ruckus alone was enough to call Clary into my room. 

She came rushing in in her night clothes; a pair of black short shorts, and a black lace bra. 

"What is it? What's the matter? What was all that noise?" she asks in a hurry. I stare blankly at her chest. 

"Jonathan! It's not like you haven't seen boobs before, jeez." 

She grabs a random tee shirt and puts it on. "Better?" 

I nod and she sighs. "Wow.. so what's the problem?" 

"I wanted to see you," I reply, not really answering her question. 

I sniff the air. "Clary, why do you smell of darkness and magic?" 

She laughs, a laugh that is not her own. 

"Oh, don't worry your little head about that. You know exactly what you need to know.. nothing." 

She laughs the strange laugh that is not hers again before leaving my room. 

What is wrong with her??