Hey guys! So I've been thinking about doing a multi-chapter story for this category for some time. Now I'm a little bit unsure of this story, not too sure if it's something that I want to pursue as I do have a couple ideas. However this is the one that I liked the most so I thought I would do up a quick chapter and see what all of you thought of it? This is only very short, done in under an hour, so I do apologize for any mistakes or grammatical errors. Let me know what you think of it, and if I get enough of a response, I'll continue it! So let me know, pretty people :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
"John? John—I need you to pick me up," Clarissa Fray's voice was high pitched as she flew around her bedroom.
"Clary? Clary, what's going on?" Johnathon Morgenstern asked.
"I just—" her voice dropped off and Johnathon frowned of his side of the phone.
"What was that?"
"I'm leaving. I need you to come and get me," her voice was clearer this time.
"Shit, where is he?" Johnathon's voice was clearer now, and he grabbed his keys off the counter and his jacket from the back of the couch.
"He just left to go the pub with some guys from work," Clary scoffed. "At least that's what he said, but he always comes home smelling like cheap perfume." Johnathon sighed as he locked the door of his house and made his way to his car. "Johnathon, are you going to help me?"
"You know I am, Clary," Johnathon replied. "I've just got to my car, I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"If the neighbors see your car..." her voice sounded panicked again.
"I'll park around the corner. Pack as much as you can—if you're out, you're out, Clary," he said to her evenly. "You know he'll kill you if you go back." There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone and Johnathon knew that Clary was aware of the consequences once she walked out her front door. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Be ready."
Clary had two bags and was standing on the corner of the street as Johnathon pulled his Nissan up to the curb. He waited as she threw the two bags into the backseat of the car and then she slid into the front seat. She was even more pale than usual, her mouth was chapped as she pulled her lower lip with her teeth, her eyes darting over to her older brother. Johnathon looked at her worriedly as he pulled away from the curb, but didn't say anything to her. He had been trying to get her to leave Jacob Chard since two and a half years ago, when he had first found out that he had been abusing her. He wasn't sure what it was that had prompted her to make the move finally to leave, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to know, all he knew was that he was glad that she had done it. They drove for over half an hour without talking before Clary finally spoke up.
"Where are we going?"
"The first place Jacob is going to look for you is with me," Johnathon began. "He's a cop, he knows how these things work. I'm taking you to the train station."
"Where am I going to go?" Clary's voice was pained and he saw her chest beginning to heave.
"I've got an idea, okay? You're just going to have to trust me," Johnathon told her. Clary stared at him for a long time before finally nodding. "Just relax, okay? I've got cash on me, and I can get some more. We'll take the train because they don't ask for ID and all that shit. Take it right to the end, there's going to be someone waiting for you."
"I just told you to trust me, didn't I?" Johnathon repeated. Clary nodded hesitantly. She lifted her polish chipped fingernails to her mouth and chewed on the corners, staring out the window. "Clary," his voice was soft, so as not to scare her. "Did you bring everything you need? Your passport, birth certificate, licence?"
"I, uh," Clary frowned, looking over her shoulder. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, leaning back against the headrest. "I only got some clothes and my wallet."
"It's okay," Johnathon reached over and squeezed her knee. His phone began to vibrate and her eyes widened. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. He answered it and held it to his ear. "John...Yup. I get it...We're almost at the train station." He glanced over at Clary, addressing her. "Do you have your phone?" She nodded. "Toss it out the window." Clary raised an eyebrow but didn't argue, taking it out of her pocket and throwing it out the window. "Yeah, it's gone...Okay, thanks, Si."
"Si?" Clary asked as her brother ended the call. "As in Simon? Simon Lewis?"
"Yes," Johnathon affirmed. Clary widened her eyes in surprise.
"Shit," she murmured. "I haven't heard from him in...Years."
"He still sees you as a friend, which is in our favor," Johnathon said as they pulled into the carpark of the train station. "Come on, sis." He got out of the car and pulled out her two bags from the backseat. On second thought, I think you should take this." He paused and took off his jacket. Clary pulled it on, the over-sized garment enveloping her. Johnathon moved quickly into the train station, which was quiet due to the time of night. He paid for her ticket, leaving her standing by herself in a dark corner of the room. She watched her brother as he flirted easily with the blonde haired girl behind the counter, charming her. Her brother was good like that. When he finally came back, Clary was impatient.
"Take long enough?" She grumbled, looking over her shoulder.
"Hey, I tell her she looks pretty and make her feel all warm inside, she's going to remember me, not you," Johnathon told her. He handed her her ticket and put his hands on her shoulders. She was shaking under his touch. "Clary. You're okay. You're going to be okay." He looked up at the clock on the wall. "We need to get you on the train and out of here."
"Where am I going, Johnathon?" Clary asked as he hurried her down the platform.
"Best place to get lost is in the city," Johnathon told her. Clary's eyes widened.
"Simons in the city?" She asked. Something flickered across Johnathon's face and her eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Simon is in the city," he carefully chose his words. Clary wanted to say something else but he caught her hand and jerked it upward. "Why are you still wearing this?" He was looking at her engagement ring and wedding band.
"Johnathon," she sighed. His gaze was hard but he didn't make another comment.
"Take this," he said to her. He pushed something else into her hand and she looked down at the wad of notes.
"No, I can't—"
"Clary," Johnathon leveled his gaze with hers. "You're my sister. It's my job to protect you. And I should have gotten you out of there a long time ago."
"Then don't send me away," Clary quickly said, her eyes beginning to water. "Let me stay with you. Or—or come with me!" Johnathon sighed.
"I love you, Clary," his voice was even. She took in a shaky breath, a tear escaping the corner of her eye and trailing down her face. He reached out and brushed away the moisture, nodding over her shoulder to the train. "Now get on there. When you get off at the last stop, someone will be there to meet you." Clary nodded again, holding back the whimper that she wanted to release. "You're going to be okay. I promise you."
She should have slept on the train.
As Clary stumbled down the metal stairs to the platform, her eyes puffy and heavy from the lack of sleep and crying, she realized that she had made a critical error in not sleeping. But every single time someone walked past her, her whole body stiffened and she hunched over uncomfortably. Every time the doors slid open, she tried to hide her face, even though she knew that right now, Jacob would be half past drunk in his pub down the road, probably flirting with some pretty, unsuspecting brunette. She looked around, trying to find someone that she recognized. Unless Simon had changed drastically in the several years since she had seen him, he wasn't the short Asian man with barely any hair, or the the well built older man, puffing on a cigarette. The train was emptying quickly, and everyone was making their way off the platform and out of the station.
"Clary!" A voice shouted. Her whole body jerked as she spun around to find the owner of the voice and then she stilled as she came face to face with the man that she hated since she was seventeen years old.
He was meant to be the one who was going to keep her safe?
This was Johnathon's plan?
"Jace," she growled.
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