Clary: A fresh start

Chapter 22

3 Days Later
I got out of the hospital yesterday and have been packing up my bags and I purchased a plane ticket to Louisiana for tomorrow. My friend, who just had a baby girl with her boyfriend, is going to drive me and let me stay with them. Should be okay for a while, we'll see what happens.
I walked downstairs to get a snack because I have barely gotten to eat since I got home I've been to busy trying to leave and fix everyone's lifes by leaving. At least back home everyone's life is already fucked up to the point where if I come back carrying twins nobody is going to care. I walked past a mirror in my way out of my bedroom when I noticed how big my stomach had gotten. I lifted up my shirt and put my hands on my extremely swollen stomach. I looked down at it and noticed a line starting to form, along with stretch marks but that's normal. I go from this thin bitch to a bitch with a stomach that's going to be the the length of my legs. How does a body do that.
I recently looked up what baby bumps for twins looked like, damn are they giant as fuck. I'm going to be walking around like that, if i can even walk. I'm already almost at the size of a normal pregnancy with one baby, now I have to wait 4 more months to see how big I get. Best part of it is I'm choosing to be a single mother. I just need to get out of here, and soon. I put my shirt back down and walked to the kitchen to find my mom and Luke practically on top of each other. "Mom!" I saw her panic and push off of him and fix herself up. "What. So the troubled daughter gets to sleep with a guy and get pregnant but the married husband and wife can't. Grow up Clarissa." I looked over a Luke, who is about to get a beating. "Excuse me! I did not just hear that bullshit leave your mouth. I'm sorry I don't want to see my mom have sex on a kitchen counter with an asshole. And for the last time, don't. call. me. Clarissa."
I shot him a sarcastic smile and walked towards the fridge and grabbed an orange and walked back upstairs. I continued to pack my bags, which took a toll on my body but I had to get out of here. I wrote a note to my mom, Jon, Izzy, and most importantly Jace. I knew I had to because I didn't want them to think I was just disappearing, I can't ruin their life's anymore. I just hope that I can keep these kids safe and out of the gang somehow. It's sad that I could think that I would ever be able to make a life for myself here, I don't belong here. I belong in Louisiana, I belong in the gang. I belong in the ground.
The next day
I called an uber to take me to the airport and thankfully I was able to get a private flight to Louisiana with all of the money I have gotten from the past few months of living with my
mom. They were fucking loaded. I did the dishes and would get  a shit ton of money. The uber driver was a middle aged female and the ride took a little over an hour, when I got to the airport I went through security and whatever else I had to and walked straight to where my private plane was going to be taking off. I sat down in the waiting area, I had almost 45 minutes to spare until the plane would arrive from wherever it was coming from. I didn't want to use the pilot who would fly my parents so instead I went with a plane that flew a bunch of different people, but still had good reviews because I don't want to die, I just want to get out of here.
I pulled out my phone and texted the friend that was sticking me up from the airport.
Clary: Hey thank you for doing this for me i just can't stay here anymore i'm ruinin everyone's life and i ain't about that life anymore.
Dre: No problem bitch just tell me when you are scheduled to land and i'll be there. I do anything for my favorite rich girl.
Clary: Damn. I could not take being known as the rich girl. that shit was to much it was so weird going from drug selling for money for doing the fucking dishes. it was nice but i hate it here.
Dre: Hang on my kid is crying again. i swear if i made money every time this bitch cried i'd be livin like your mom.
Clary: that's rough, these kids best not be like that or else i'm flying back to their father.
Flight number 34 you may now board your plane: set for Louisiana.
Clary: Ight the plane is here i'll text you when I land. (should be around 5 your time zone.)
I stood up and grabbed my bags that were small enough to fit in the over head thing. I watched as everyone judged me when I stood up and walked over to my gate. I can't wait to get out of this judgmental ass place and into a place where this is completely normal. "Mam' have a good flight." The lady behind the desk looked at me and smiled as I handed her my passport and ticket. "Have a nice day." I walked on the plane and was met with a skinny woman and a man with a huge beard, he was kind of hot. "Clary, we are your crew. I am Georgia, the piolet and this is the flight attendant Jackson." I looked over at the man and smiled. "We hope
you have a wonderful flight." I smiled at them. "Thank you. Where is the bathroom." They separated to give me space to walk past. "I'll take you there." Jackson guided me to the bathroom and took my bags back to my seat. If I wasn't underage I'd be jumping his bones, but alas that is extremely illegal and i'm carrying 2 inside of me.
I walked out of the bathroom and walked to where my things were and sat down. This is probably going to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life but I've gotta do it. I can't ruin the life's of the people I love anymore, I can't.
Back in New York
Jon's POV
"Clary? Are you in there. It's almost 12 in the afternoon, come downstairs and eat." I was knocking on my sisters door for almost a minute now and she hasn't answered yet. "Clary?" I opened up the door and saw an empty room beside a few large pieces of furniture and about 4 letters and her desk. I picked them up and skimmed through the names on the front. I got to one that had my name on it written in Clary's neat handwriting. I opened it up and started to read it.
"Jon,
I know your going to be the first one to notice that I'm gone, and I thank you for caring so much. I have to leave New York because all I'm doing is ruining your life by being around you. You had such a normal life until I came along. I came around and gave Luke a run for his money, I got pregnant, and I ruined your chances of being happy. I hope now that I'm gone you can achieve that. I love you brother, always will. Make dad and I proud.
Much love, Clary."
I looked up at the mirror she had above her desk and watched as tears flooded down my face. I took my phone out and called Jace.
"Hey Jon what's up? Have you spoken to Clary recently, she's not answering her phone?"
"Jace. Bring Izzy over here. I need to tell the both of you something." I wiped tears off of my face and took deep breaths.
"Is she okay?"
"Yeah, just please come quick." I hung up and picked up the three letters that were sitting on the desk and brought them downstairs. "Mom!" I walked into the kitchen and saw my
mother, who i'm just realizing looks identical to Clary. "Mom, Clary is gone. She left these."
I showed her the notes and handed her hers.
"Mom,
I hated you for a long, long time but you came around in the end. I just want you to know, this isn't a suicide note, this is me telling you I'm going away for a little while. I can't fuck up everyone's life, I care to much about everyone there. I promise you I will be okay. I'll be back home, where I belong. Please don't come find me because it won't end well for you, the people around me will most likely try and take a shot at you and I can't afford to loose another parent, or person I care about. I love you Mom.
Much love, Clary."
I watched as my mom broke down in the kitchen. She was crying so hard I thought she was going to pass out. "Jon." She was trying to talk in between her sobs. "I know mom. I know. She'll be back. I know she will." I walked over to her to support her, and keep her from falling into the floor. She put her head into my shoulder and just cried and cried for what felt like eternity. It ended up with both of us crying together in our kitchen until Jace and Izzy arrived, the people who Clary cared about the most. "Jon!" I heard Izzy walk through the door and she was in a panic. "In the kitchen!" I whipped off my tears and then my mother's as the two of them made their way to the kitchen. "Jon where is she?" Izzy was the first to speak. She loved Clary, more than Simon, and that says a lot. "She went back to Louisiana." My mom started to cry again. I looked over at Jace and he looked like his heart just went through the shredder. "She left behind these for the both of you." Izzy grabbed it and opened it quickly, Jace took it and froze.
"Iz,
I love you more than you could ever know. Your the only one who I felt comfortable talking to, besides Magnus. Tell him I'm sorry please. I'll miss you the most, Iz. You always knew how to make me laugh when I needed it. You were always there for me, I couldn't thank you enough. I just have to get away from New York, I cant ruin your life anymore with my bullshit. Your one of the most important people in my life and that may never change. I don't know if I'm going to come back or not, but if I don't just know your nephew or niece (or whatever i'm having) is going to grow up with the best fashion sense, thanks to you. I will miss you so much, you have no idea. If you are going to take anything out of this, take this. Don't get pregnant at 17 and start to fuck up everyone's life. I love you Iz. More than you know.
Much love, Clary. <3"
I watched as Izzy's mascara fell down her face and I was unable to do anything about it, she wouldn't let anyone touch her or even come near her after reading it.
Jace refused to open his letter for a while, I walked him over to the living room and sat home down on the couch, "Do you want me to read it to you?" He shook his head and looked down at the letter in his hands. I could tell Clary spent the most time one his, it was by far the longest and most detailed. After a few more minutes he finally opened it.
"Jace, my angel.
You have no idea how much it hurts me to be writing this. I'm going to start this note off straight to the point. By the time you read this I will be on my way to Louisiana and if you come and get me I will have my ex boyfriend make sure you never come back, as much as it would pain me to do so but it would be for your safety. And hey look at that I finally came up with a cute name to call you. I wish it was under better circumstances. Jace, I love you're than words could ever say and I'm sorry for ruining your life with my bullshit. The twins will be okay, they will grow up how I did, but they will do it better. Meaning they won't get involved in drugs and dating gang leaders. If the do I'll send them up to you. (That's me joking, Id just move away.) I love you Jace. I love you so much. If I do come back, I'll make sure I talk to you first. Text me if you want photos of the kids or something, I won't charge you child support because it was my decision to leave and I don't want to put any stress on you or your bank account, well at least no more then I already have. Jace, You are my angel. My baby. I will love you for the rest of my life, weather it's 60 more years, or 10 months. I will love you forever, and that's a promise.
Much love, Clary <3"
I watched as Jace calmly folded up the note again and stuck it in his pocket. He slowly began to knock down his walls and just sobbed on the couch with Izzy, my mother, and I.
Clary, not gone and definitely not forgotten.