Books » Mortal Instruments » Lose Yourself in the Music

Author: AllaceRose

1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8

Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Romance - Reviews: 37 - Published: 07-28-13 - Updated: 03-02-14

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Chapter 8

Okay, I'm so so sorry, I've just been really busy and I got a major Writer's Block for this story but it's getting better now, I think. I just had a lot on my mind. Anyways, big thanks to my reviewers, ORIGINALSHADOWHUNTER, Rachel, Limepop2 and Unikitty.

Enjoy!

Books and pencils thundered to the ground as I violently emptied my backpack. I threw my sketchbook and two changes of clothes into the backpack, stuffing bills from my "Travel the World" jar into the front pocket. I ignored my mother's screams as I ran from the house. As if I was in a trance, as if a rope was pulling me towards my destination, I sprinted towards Jace's house. My chest ached from the strain of my efforts, every muscle in my body screamed for me to stop, but I couldn't. I didn't stop until I reached his porch, ringing his doorbell repeatedly. I crumpled on the cool cement before he could open the door.

"Clary?" what are you doing here?" he asked, his brows furrowed in blatant confusion.

"My mom called the cops," I explained in a strained, wheezing whisper. My chest heaved. I coughed, trying to expel the strange weight from my lungs, "Please, let's run away. The police are coming. Please."

His eyes softened, "Okay," he promised, reaching behind the door and tossing his keys to me, "Get in the car, I'll be out in ten minutes."

I obeyed, watching him disappear into the house, the lights flickering on and off in his path. I thought I could hear sirens in the distance but it must've been my imagination. Every minute held the duration of eternity. My breath, slowly calming from my run, was loud in my ears, interrupted by unsteady bursts of air every couple of seconds. I coughed again. The silence was filled by my rapid heartbeat. My fingers tapped absently on the dashboard.

"Hey," a voice said suddenly and I jumped, turning only to find Jace climbing into the driver's seat. He tossed a large black duffel bag into the back.

"Hey," I managed softly.

He started the car and the engine purred to life. With surprising speed, we pulled out of the driveway.

We were silent for too long afterwards, driving into the night on the seemingly endless highway. The soft rumbling of the road soon lulled me to sleep.

"Where are we going?" I asked but I was so groggy it might've been a dream.

"Where do you wanna go?" he asked, one hand lifting off the steering wheel to rest comfortably on my thigh. Jace rubbed circles into my skin slowly, soothingly.

"I don't know," I yawned, dozing off again, "New York maybe. Somewhere where no one knows who we are… somewhere where no one can… find… us…"

I dreamed of patriotically colored flashing lights in red, white and blue. There was this awful sound that burrowed into my ear, echoing in my skull. This awful wailing siren.

I began to feel fear, lots of fear. Not just for me, but for Jace. I saw him beside me, still. A loud shot was fired. Jace cried out in pain, but it was my stomach that harbored the shot.

I looked down in surprise.

There was blood.

I swore I saw my mother's black Camry beside us, but I turned and saw an old black man driving the car instead. I closed my eyes.

I woke up to the bright sky of seven o'clock in a fall morning. I turned to Jace. He was still awake and I realized we were still driving. He looked awful. His eyes were tinged red and tired, bags appearing under them. Still, his hands were steady on the wheel.

"Jace," I tried but my voice was still sleeping in my throat. I coughed and tried again, "Jace."

He turned to look at me, offering me a wan smile, "Morning, beautiful."

I glanced in the side mirror, spotting my rough appearance, my wild hair and I rolled my eyes at the insincere compliment. "How long have you been driving?" I asked instead.

"Ten hours maybe."

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere in Pennsylvania."

I appraised him again, "You look like shit."

He barked out a laugh in surprise, "Gee, thanks, Fireball. You're doing wonders for my ego."

"Seriously," I said, smiling, "You should get some sleep. I'll drive."

"You don't even have your license," he said, shaking his head, "Like hell I'm going to let you drive my baby."

I finally coaxed Jace into getting a motel room outside of Pittsburg. The aging female receptionist eyes Jace in admiration with her heavily made up blue eyes as she gave us our key. I glanced at Jace to see if he'd wink back but he just zoned out and thanked her dully. Her small seductive smile dropped. He's more tired than I thought.

The moment Jace got in the room, his head hit the pillow and he fell asleep, snoring softly. I rolled my eyes, crawling into bed beside him. I hadn't slept well despite being asleep for ten hours. Crawling close to spoon his back, I fell asleep in the warmth of his body heat.

"Fuck," I woke to the sound of Jace's loud cursing. He was pacing in front of the TV.

"… keyboardist of the Plastic Soldiers, branded alleged sex offender of 15-year-old Clary Fray, has disappeared from his home along with said girl. Police are still searching for-" I reached for the remote resting inches from my foot and shut the TV off.

"Jace," I tried to stop his fervent pacing, "Jace, calm down. Listen to me."

He just shook his head in frustration before finally coming to a stop before me. I took his hands, "Jace, we can get far far away from there. We're already in Pennsylvania. They won't find us."

"I- I just don't want to lose you. I'm not ready for us to be separated yet," he sighed.

"We won't be," I promised, leaning forwards to kiss him softly. His rough guitar-calloused fingers sought my cheeks, holding me there to him.

He chuckled softly as I pulled back. "What?" I asked quizzically.

"The band's going to kill me for leaving them," he mused.

We left the motel in a hurry, stopping by a McDonald's drive thru for dinner before continuing to the Big Apple. I've dreamt of New York since I was little. The people, the glamour, the city lights all seemed so exciting for me. And because it has over 8 million people, it would the perfect hiding place for Jace and I. We found a motel and Jace got on his phone right away to look for a cheap apartment for us.

"It'll be like an adventure," I grinned, "We can pretend that we're married and we came to the big city. I'll find a job and you can sing and play your music. I've always thought runaways were so romantic."

He laughed at my enthusiasm, "Of course, but we need somewhere to sleep for just tonight. Unless you want to sleep in the car."

"Nope, we have to find a motel. Your car isn't really the epitome of luxury."

So we found this run down little place by Queens. It was about $20 a night, which wasn't too bad. It was warm enough, and it had a semi-comfortable bed, which was all that mattered.

I turned on the news and saw my Dad's face on the screen, "I just want her to come home. Clary, if you're watching this, please, I'm sorry, we're sorry. Just come home and we'll talk about this."

I flicked it off, sighing, dragging a hand through my tangling curls.

Jace came and hugged me from the back, pulling me onto his lap, "Hey. It'll be okay. Do you want to go back?"

"No," I shook my head, "I want to be here with you."

"Okay. Then we'll stay. But if you're ever unhappy here, you have to tell me. I'll take you home or wherever else you want to go. I promise, okay?"

"Okay," I replied softly.

"Good, now come to bed," he stripped down to his boxers and turned around politely for me to take off my clothes too. I peeled off my old clothes and crawled under the covers. Jace flicked off the light and joined me.

We faced each other. Then, all at once, my mouth sought his in the dark and he responded, pulling me closer, his lips lightly sucking on my lower lip. I opened my mouth, letting him in and I felt his tongue dip deliciously into my mouth. He tasted like sunlight. My hands trailed down to his stomach, feeling the taut muscle there. Instinct told my hands to go lower and he groaned, capturing my wrists in his hands.

"Clary, are you sure?" he asked.

I nodded, and then realizing he couldn't see me, I said "yes."

He fumbled with my bra clasp before discarding it, sliding down my panties and I side down his boxers. Then his hands were everywhere, and when he felt that I was ready, thrust into me. There was pain for a moment, but then the pleasure overwhelmed me.

Jace was holding me tightly when I woke up. There was bliss on his face and I kissed him softly.

"Morning," he said huskily.

"Morning," I replied, "Mind letting me go so we can go down for breakfast?"

"Go down," he murmured, "I like the sound of that."

I slapped his arm, playfully, "Pervert."

He chuckled throatily and let me go. I took a step and then became aware of the soreness between my legs. I saw myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair was wild, my lips were swollen and I had a glow. I had a sex glow! God, if Isabelle could see me now. I felt a pang of sadness at the thought.

Jace came up behind me, kissing my ear and down my jawline, "Ready for round two?"