Surprise bitches, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me! I decided to get back into writing again, so why not start with a story I haven't updated in over a year? So, so sorry to everyone who read this story and wanted more updates, I wish I'd been as regular updating this story as I was with the first one. But I'm back now, and hopefully I'll be more frequent with updates than I have been! Sorry this chapter isn't too long, I just wanted to get something out so you'll remember I'm here.


Sore and exhausted was how Clary began her morning, wrenching open her eyes to be greeted with the sight of an unfamiliar room. But once her eyes adjusted, the memories from last night came flooding back and she quenched the feeling of nausea rising within her. She thought she had left this nightmare behind once her brother had been arrested, how was this happening to her again? How long would it be before someone found her? Her parents must have been so worried when they woke up that morning and discovered she was gone. God knows how Jace would react once he knew she was missing. Tears filled her eyes when she thought about them, she needed to get back to them.

Clary slowly turned her head to see her brother sleeping peacefully behind her, his arm slung across her bare waist. He looked oddly blissful in sleep. Of course he did, Clary thought, he had his obsession back with him and the freedom to do whatever he wanted to do with her. This must have been all he thought about the entire time he was behind bars. Resisting the urge to shudder, Clary gently grabbed her brother's wrist and moved his arm off of her, grateful that he didn't wake up when she touched him. She then slowly began to get out of bed, taking care to not make the floorboards creak underneath her feet, and silently padded over to where her pyjamas laid on the floor in a crumpled heap. Clary stepped into them quickly and quietly, determined not to spend another second in this house. She froze when Jonathan stirred in the bed, terrified that he had woken up, but he merely adjusted his position and laid still again. Clary let out a sigh of relief and finished getting her clothes on, then slowly opened the bedroom door and fled.

Heading down the hall to the stairs, Clary made it her mission to search for a way out. Her main goal was getting the front door open, but first she needed to find the keys. Knowing Jonathan, he wasn't going to make it easy for her to escape, so she needed to search every inch of the house, hopefully Jonathan wouldn't wake up anytime soon. And even though Clary had no idea where she was, once she got out, she was going to run in any direction to find someone who would help her. Nothing was going to stop her from getting back to her parents and Jace.

Frantically, Clary began searching the foyer and living room of the house for the keys. She turned over everything, looked above and below everything, yet turned up nothing. She was beginning to feel hopeless over this plan, and was slowly resorting to just throwing a chair through a window and climbing through the broken glass to freedom. As long as it got her out of the house, Clary would do it. She was about to leave the living room to start searching the kitchen when she lost her footing and stumbled backwards, knocking a lamp off a table and sending it crashing to the floor. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and felt her eyes well up in fear. Her luck for that morning ran out when she heard her Jonathan's footsteps above her. Losing all previous confidence, she fled the living area, desperately trying to find somewhere to hide from her violent brother. She had barely left the room when a dark, angry voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Wrong choice, Clarissa."