Clace Best Friends (Slow Updates)

20. Everything Part 2

Author's Note: There is mature content about what Valentine did to Clary. There will be ○ where it begins and ends.

Clary

"After I stopped crying myself to sleep at night, He decided to switch it up. One night, he came into the basement and made me...." I can't do it anymore. I run to a corner in the warehouse and throw up. Once I start, I can't stop. I close my eyes, but I can feel Jace pull my hair back. I try to control where it goes, but I can't stop. After a few minutes, all I can do is go through the motions, because I don't have anything left in my stomach. Jace stays by my side and holds my hair. When I finally stop, I open my eyes. A part of my pants are covered in vomit, to be expected. My eyes are clouded from tears, red, and puffy. I sneak a glance at Jace and notice his pants are covered in my vomit. You idiot! You threw up on Jace! After everything that he's done for you, you repay him with vomit!

"J...Jace, I'm so sorry. I'll get you new pants, I swear. I'll clean them for you to. I'm so sorry," I manage. How do you plan on cleaning them you broken, ugly, weak, disgusting, and pathetic excuse for a human being?

"Red, it's okay. They're just pants, I'm more concerned about you," Jace responds. "Angel Red! You don't have to tell me about anything else. I'm sorry I made you that uneasy. I should've just kept my damn mouth shut." Jace goes to my backpack and comes back a second later. "Here, it's the best thing I can give you right now." He hands me my toothbrush, toothpaste, and a bottle of water. That awful taste you have in your mouth after you throw up. I add the toothpaste to the toothbrush and squirt some water in my mouth. It's not the best way to brush teeth, but at least I can try to get the vile taste out of my mouth. I spit near my vomit pile and rinse out my mouth.

"Thank you, golden boy," I try to smile.

"You're welcome," Jace responds.

"Uh, Jace," I nervously begin. "W...we've got to change out of our dirty clothes."

"Red, do you want me to step out, so you can change?" Jace offers noticing my nervousness.

"I....I'd prefer if you would," I reply.

"Of course, just come and get me when you're done," Jace responds and walks out. I swiftly make my way to my backpack and grab a new pair of pants. I pull them on and walk towards the door.

"Your turn," I say to Jace. He quietly walks back into the warehouse. A few minutes later, he comes to get me. I motion for us to sit on the couch. I have to finish telling him.... I decide to put my hair in a sorta bun thing to keep it out of the way in case I have to make a quick trip to the abandoned warehouse corner of bodily fluids.

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"I have to finish Jace, just know that if you leave, it'll be okay. It won't be on you, you're a good guy, but everyone has their breaking points. There's only so much of me a person should have to take," I explain. "Now, to pick up where I left off. One night, he came into the basement and made me....touch him. He'd lay on top of me on the bed and put my hands on....it. If I fought, he'd beat me harder. You have to know I didn't want to, I swear I didn't want to." I look at Jace to see his reaction. But.....Jace doesn't move. He's sits motionless on the couch. What? Is he okay? Is he mad? "Jace, are you okay?" I ask concerned.

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Jace shakes his head. "Red, why didn't you ever tell me? I would've saved you? I would've helped you the first time He hit you. I would've helped," Jace responds.

"Valentine would've hurt you too," and I care too much to let that happen! "You were only 6 yourself, there was no way you could defend me. He told me if I ever told anyone, He....He'd kill me and my mom, but not after we got a punishment worse than death. Plus, Valentine always had a reason for hitting me," I try to relieve his guilt.

"No one deserves to be abused. So, you had to wait 12 more years before to you told me?" Jace asks. I didn't tell you! At least not intentionally! If Valentine finds us, he'll hurt you. Don't you get that you fool! I care about you! I don't want you to get hurt. I want you to live a good long life and die happy and old.

"Jace, I wasn't planning on telling you. I didn't want you to get involved. Plus, it wasn't that bad," I lie. It was totally that bad, but maybe if I play it down, he won't be so worked up.

"'Wasn't that bad,' Red, please," Jace says. "Finish the story please, I can't argue with you about this until I know all the facts."

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"Fine, for a month or so, I.....t.....to...touched him. Then, He would make me......orally pleasure him. He was so brutal. It hurt so bad. A few weeks of that went by and He started......going into me. From then until June 9, He had me whenever He wanted and then beat me almost unconscious after He was.....satisfied. Sometimes though, I could go into my mind while he was...in me and think of other things. He didn't care as long as he got what he wanted. I still cried myself to sleep every night, so He still knew that I suffered." I conclude.

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I scoot farther from Jace on the couch. Now comes the reaction. I just know it. Will he feel disgusted? Mad? Angry? Confused? Regretful? "Red, I know this is a jack ass move, but I...I need to get some air. I'm not leaving, but I've got to go outside for a while," Jace says.

"It's okay, I understand," I reply. He's mad? Maybe he just needs to get some air before he looks at you again. He probably wishes he'd never shared a bed with me. I wouldn't blame him if he left. I guess I'll just have to wait for him to come back, if he does.

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Is Jace going to leave?

I do not own any of the Mortal Instruments books, materials, etc. All credit belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Author's Note:
I hope you all like it! Please leave comments, votes, and feedback. I'm going to update, when I'm done and it'll be random.

Originally posted: 4/8/18