Clary groaned in pain as her mother's foot connected with her jaw.
Clary lies on the floor holding her stomach and trying not to cry. She looked up just in time to see Valentine's fist connect with Sebastian's left eye and his knee to connect with his stomach. Sebastian dropped to the ground clutching desperately at his mid-section.
This went on for about another hour before her parents got tired and went to bed without checking Clary and Sebastian.
"Clare?" Sebastian whispered hoarsely.
"I'm good. You?" she asked.
"I'll be okay."
"C'mon, let's go get cleaned off." Clary, slowly and painfully, got up off the ground and walked wobbly over to her brother who was trying to get up off the ground.
She held out a hand, which he took, and helped him up.
They walked to the upstairs bathroom—since that's the only one they're allowed to use—and Clary had Sebastian sit down on the toilet while she tended to his marks.
Their parents had always been careful not to leave them with anything broken. They could care less about scars, sprains, etc.
Their parents hadn't always been like this. When Clary was a really little girl she remembered her dad giving her a piggy back ride while walking around the fair one year when she was about six. But then one day, something horrible happened. To this day Clary still can't talk about it. And she and Sebastian never talk about it.
"Seb?" Clary said quietly.
"Yes?" he said looking at her.
"How do you think we'll cover all these marks up?"
"A hell of a lot of make-up. And we'll need to make sure to wear something that covers our arms and legs."
"Again?"
"Clary, you know we don't have a choice." His eyes were full of sadness.
"When you leave, can I come with you?"
"Absolutely. If you think for a second I'm just going to leave you here, you're very mistaken."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, now your turn." Sebastian got up and made Clary sit down as he tended to her injuries.
The next morning Clary picked out a black tank-top and long jean. She walked into her bathroom that's in her room and looked at herself.
She had dark purple bruises all the way down her arms and chest. She got some foundation and put it on her hands that had little cuts on it. She then bathed her face in it and walked out to find Sebastian sitting on her bed holding two sweat-shirts.
"Need something?" Clary asked holding her foundation.
"Yep," he answered. She walked over to him and bathed his face in it as well.
Once she was done Sebastian handed her one of his sweat-shirts. They put them one and walked downstairs grabbing their book bags on the way and were out the door without saying good-bye.
Just as they were pulling into the parking lot the saw crowd standing around something.
Sebastian and Clary looked at each other, then parked and jumped out of the car. The raced over to the group and saw that it was just Isabelle and Alec in their shiny new car.
It was an Audi A8. Red with black trimming.
"Nice," Sebastian whistled.
"Thanks," Izzy said.
"Ten till," Clary said to Izzy.
"Oh shit," she said grabbing her book bag. "If I'm late again Mr. Garroway will eat me alive."
"Then shut up and walk," Alec said walking ahead of her. "Hey Clary."
"Hey Alec, how's baseball going?" Clary asked walking next him with Sebastian and Isabelle.
"Good, I guess. I struck out at my last game."
"I heard, maybe you'll do better next time."
"Not unless you're there." He put his arm around Clary's shoulders. "We win when you're there."
"Cheesy much?" Sebastian asked smiling.
"Maybe." They all laughed and walked into the school, Clary still next Alec.
"So where's Jace?" Sebastian asked.
"Oh he's around here somewhere," Izzy said walking over to her locker.
Clary opened her locker and looker at herself in her mirror. She sighed. Just a little bit longer, she told herself, and then I can go live with Sebastian.
"How much longer till you graduate?" she asked Sebastian who leaned on the locker next to hers watching her.
"About six more months. I'm trying Clary, I really am," he said. "I just don't have enough money yet."
"What if I get a job to help pay rent?" she offered.
"No way."
"Why not, if you can get a job then why can't I get one?"
"Because I said so." That was the end of that conversation.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Good, cuz I need to go to my locker." He smiled.
"You could've gone." She smiled too.
"No I couldn't have." He put an arm on her shoulders and led her to his locker. "You would've missed me too much." He kissed her hair.
"In your dreams," she laughed.
"You wish."
They reached his locker and he got out his history book for Mr. Garroway's class. They both share that class since Clary and Izzy are smart and got bumped up to senior history.
"Coming?" Sebastian asked his arm going back to where it was before.
"You know it."
They walked into class together and found their seats in the back with Alec and Izzy.
"Hey guys," Sebastian said.
"Hey," Izzy and Alec said.
"You made it on time today," Clary said to Izzy.
"Ha ha," Isabelle said sarcastically.
"Good morning, class," Mr. Garroway said walking into the room. He spotted Isabelle and smiled. "Nice to see you here before me Ms. Lightwood."
"I wouldn't get too use to it if I were you," Clary said as Isabelle said, "Thank you, Mr. Garroway."
Izzy looked at Clary and glared as her, Sebastian, and Alec started cracking up.
"Oh shut it," Izzy said still glaring hands now on her hips. That of course just made they others laugh even harder. Mr. Garroway even started smiling.
"Chill Iz," Alec said. "It is the truth."
"No it isn't," she protested.
"How many times have you've been late this year already?"
"I have a perfectly good excuse."
"Yeah," Sebastian said. "Make-up."
The class laughed.
"Oh and you don't wear any?"
"Nope." Clary could see the strain in his eyes as he sat there and flat out lied. He looked to Clary for help.
"Oh yeah?" Isabelle said. "Then what's this?" She licked a finger and rubbed it under his left eye. Clary could see the bruise a little there and right now it looked black and blue. Isabelle gasped and wiped her finger on her pants while saying, "Fine, you win this round, Fray." She sat back down and Mr. Garroway finally started class.
Not two minutes later Clary felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She took it out and read the text she got from Isabelle.
WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT HAPPENED TO SEBASTIAN!?
Clary looked at Mr. Garroway, who had his back turned writing on the board. She looked to Isabelle who was waiting for her to reply. She looked over to Sebastian, who was writing away what the teacher wrote on the board.
She turned back to her phone and lied.
He got into a fight because some asshole tried to feel me up.
Isabelle looked at the text and her eyes bugged out.
"WHY AM I JUST NOW HEARING THIS?!" she shouted out loud. The whole turned to look at us.
"Is there a problem back there, girls?" Mr. Garroway asked.
"Yeah, she doesn't know how to use a phone to tell someone vital info," Isabelle said gabbing a thumb at Clary.
"Sorry I didn't think it was important," Clary said quietly.
"Not that important!?" she yells. "Some bastered tries to rape you and think it's not that important?!"
"Isabelle!" Clary shouted sinking down in her seat.
"Clarissa," Mr. Garroway said surprised. "Is that true?"
"Partly," she grumbled pulling her hood over her head.
"Partly."
"He barely got pass first base." Another lie. "If it wasn't for Sebastian I'd have a bun in the oven." Gasp.
Sebastian looked at Clary for a moment before understanding.
"That's where he got the bruise?" Isabelle asked quietly.
"Yeah."
Sebastian now fully understood what was happening. Clary told Isabelle that he got the black eye saving her from getting rapped. Partly true, I guess, in some sort of sick twisted way.
"Can just get on with class now, please?" Clary asked.
"Of course," Mr. Garroway said. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but wisely shut his mouth.
Throughout the whole class time Clary kept getting sympathy glances from the other students. She was about to pull her hair out from all of this.
She was going to be the talk of the school for the next week. She groaned inwardly.
After class she and Sebastian went to the bathroom to remove the make-up from his face. No point in wearing it now, everybody already knows he has it.
When they walked out of the bathroom together the whole student body stopped at stared at Sebastian and black eye, scrape along the right side of his face, and cut on his forehead. Even Clary, at Sebastian wishes, took off some of her make-up to show a cut on the left side of her face going from her hairline to the corner of her lip.
Everyone gasped and held in their breaths, waiting to see what they would do.
"Don't you guys have somewhere to be?" Clary asked annoyed.
"Yeah," Sebastian agreed. "Class starts in three minutes, so you better get going."
That snapped them out of their trancelike phase and they started scurring down the halls to get to their next class.
Chapter 1 up. plz R&R. Hope you guys like it. Hopefully I'll have chapter 2 up either today or tomorrow.