Tell Me I'm Dreaming Chapter 1, a mortal instruments fanfic

Chapter 1

"Clarissa, Clarissa." Valentine said while shaking his daughters shoulder trying wake up the petite red head.

"What?" groaned the girl, rolling over to her side to see her father's face.

"You have to get dressed; Jonathan's signing starts at 2 and its 11." Valentine said patting Clarissa's head.

"Just because he has a signing, doesn't mean I have to get up." Clary said sitting up in her bed, giving her father a death glare.

"Clarissa wont you be supportive of your brother. It's the least we can do." Valentine said "Rah!" Clarissa groans into her pillow.

"Come on It won't be that bad Clary." He said with a smirk.

Clary rolled her eyes. "You won't have mom criticizing your clothes or having her say things like 'Oh Clarissa I do wish you would stop getting tattoos.'"

Valentine let out at laugh and rubbed the back of his head. "Well then just stand beside me, she won't come near me. I have Jocelyn replant on, but do congratulate your brother for my sake." He said poking Clary in the stomach.

"Fine." Clary said climbing off her bed and walking into her bathroom.

*20 minutes later* (Clary POV)

I walked out of the bathroom, and walked into my closet. I pull on my black leggings, white crop top, and a jean jacket, and slid my feet into my black high heels.

I walked out of my closet and grabbed my purse. "Clarissa we have to go." My dad said knocking on my door.

"I'm coming." I said and opened the door.

"Clary, your tattoo is showing." He said and pointed at my side. I shrugged my shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

"Are we taking the jet?" I asked as we walked towards the front door.
"Yes, your mother is having a limo pick us up at the airport."

"A limo? Wow I wonder who she had to flirt with to get that kind of money." I giggle and looped my arm his. We walked out of the house and down the side walk.

"Edward, will you take us to the airport please?" Dad said to our driver standing by the car. Edward smiled and shook his head. Dad opened the car door and I slid inside, then he slid in after me.

"You should call your mother and tell her we are on our way." He said shutting the car door.

"You have a phone, why don't you do it?" I answer starring out the window as the car drives down the street.

"Clarissa, you know how much it would mean to her if you called." He said grabbing my hand.

I sighed and looked away from the window. "Fine."

I grabbed my phone out of my purse and grabbed my cigarette pack.

I dialed my mom's phone number and held the phone to my ear, after two rings she picked up.

"Clarissa! It is so good to hear from you." My mom yelled into the phone.

"Yeah, it's great to hear from you too." I said and put a cigarette between my lips.

"How are you, how's your dad? Jonathan, Luke and I can't wait till you both are here. Chicago is so far away from New York. How's art school? Your father has told me so much about your gallery. Although, I've seen pictures of you on the news and you're smoking. Clarissa are you still smoking?"

I rolled my eyes and lit my cigarette. "Yeah mom still smoking, dad wanted me to call and tell you we are on our way."

"Oh good, I can't wait to see you. But Clarissa you really need to stop smoke-."

"Bye mom." I said and ended the call. I looked over towards my dad who was laughing at me, I flipped him off and he cocked his eye brow at me.

"I seriously don't like you right now." I said and flicked my cigarette ash out the window.

"She just misses you Clary that's all." He said placing a cigarette in his mouth, and lighting it.

"Well I don't see her flying to Chicago to come see me." I said starring back out the window.

The rest of the car ride was full of awkward silence and phones ringing. Once we arrived airport, Edward parked the car in front of the building. We got out of the car and walked into the airport; we walked past security and walked to the jet hanger.

"It will probably take us 45 minutes to get there, so don't get too comfy." Dad said walking up the jets stairs. I nodded and walked up behind him, I found my seat and sat down.

"How's working coming?" I asked trying to break the silence.

"Good, there have been some complications with the new workers, but nothing I can't handle." He said flipping the page of the news paper.

"When are you guys building your new skyscraper?"

"In August, it's going to take a little bit more time to draw out the plans."

"That's good."I said and grabbed my phone.

"Clary did you know that Jonathans band is going to stop in Chicago next month." He said looking up from his paper.

"Oh really. That's great." I said sarcastically.

"Yes, he is going to stop by the house when he is in town."

"Good." I said not actually paying attention to what he was saying.

"Clary? Im going to marry Edward and I want to you to be there."

"Yeah sounds good." I state.

He walked over to me and grabbed the phone out of my hand. "Hey!"

"Clarissa your brother is coming to Chicago with his band. He is going to stop by the house when he is in town."

"What? Why? Does he have to?"

"Yes next month and yes it will be nice to see your brother without your mother breathing down our necks." He places my phone back into my hand, and kissed the top of my head. "Just give him a chance Clary, he's different then the last time you saw him."

I turned my head away from him and looked out the window. I heard my dad sigh and turn away from me; I picked up my phone and started scrolling through my notifications.

"I'll try ok. I can't promise anything." I muttered

"Thank you." He answered buckling his seat belt. "So how is the gallery, any new pieces you're working on?"

"Yeah I have two I need to finish but besides that it should be fully opened next month." I smiled to myself.

"That's good to hear, maybe when Jonathan is in town you can show him your gallery." He smiled at me.

"Yeah maybe." I answered.

"Mr. Morgenstern we will be landing in a moment. Please buckle up and prepare for landing." The pilot said over the intercom.

Once we landed the flight attendant opened the jet's door, letting in the sunshine. I stood up and followed my dad out of the plane; we stood on the first step and looked out to see a black limo pull up in front of the plane.
"Oh, Jesus." I whispered. "I wonder which organ mom had to sell to pay for that." I said and put on my sunglasses.

My dad laughed and walked down the stairs and headed towards the limo. A man jumped out of the front seat dressed in a glitter purple tuxedo.

"Magnus Bane, family friend and manager of 'A Mortal Perspective'." The tall glittery man said reaching out his hand to my father.

"Valentine Morgenstern, owner of 'Morgenstern Contractors'." My dad said shaking Magnus's hand and getting into the car.

"Clarissa." I said and got into the car behind my dad and shut the door behind me.

"I honestly don't understand why we couldn't just rent a car and drive there." I said looking out the window.

"Because this is your mother we're talking about. Everything has to be perfect, and if it's not perfect she'll complain."

"True, but if they come to Chicago for my gallery they can walk to the show. I'm not paying for a car that is going to drive 10 minutes to the gallery." I said and started laughing at myself.

"Now that would be a sight, seeing your mother walk from the airport to the gallery." He laughed and patted my knee. "Hopefully there won't be any arguments tonight."

"I'll walk home, if there are." I stated and looked back out the window.

"Well hopefully it won't come to that, besides I seriously doubt you'd get far in those heels." HE said and pointed at my shoes.

"Maybe not in these shoes, luckily I brought my sneakers." I said and plugged my converses out of my purse, and look at him. He shook his head and laughed; he looked back down at his phone and sighed.

"It's 1:30 we are going to be late." He muttered typing his fingers on his phone.

"its fine dad, all we have to do is show up and congratulate him and then we can leave, 20 minutes tops."

"Clarissa. You and I both know your mother won't let you leave that fast. Don't worry we won't be here for that long, we'll be home sooner than you think." He looked over at me and smiled.

I smiled back and rolled down the window, I grabbed a cigarette out of my pack and lit it. I put my ear phones on and pressed play on my phone, hoping that the music will make this car ride go faster.

Hey Lucy, I remember your name
I left a dozen roses on your grave today
I'm in the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away
I just came to talk for a while
I got some things I need to say

Now that it's over
I just wanna hold her
I'd give up all the world to see
That little piece of heaven looking back at me
Now that it's over
I just wanna hold her
I've gotta live with the choices i made
And I can't live with myself today

Hey Lucy, I remembered your birthday
They said it'd bring some closure to say your name
I know I'd do it all different if I had the chance
But all I got are these roses to give
And they can't help me make amends

Here we are, now you're in my arms
I never wanted anything so bad
Here we are, for a brand new start
Living the life that we could've had

Me and Lucy walking hand in hand
Me and Lucy never wanna end
Just another moment in your eyes
I'll see you in another life
In heaven where we never say goodbye

Here we are, now you're in my arms
Here we are for a brand new start
Got to live with the choices I've made
And I can't live with myself today

Me and Lucy walking hand in hand
Me and Lucy never wanna end
Got to live with the choices I've made
And I can't live with myself today

Hey Lucy, I remember your name

I felt a nudge on my arm; I turned to see my dad trying to get my attention. I pulled the earphones out of my ears and paused my music.

"We're about to pull up." He said pointing outside the window.

There was a swarm of photographers, and reporters all lined up by the building taking pictures of everyone who stepped out of a car. I sighed and put my phone in my purse, I looked at my dad with a serious face.

"So they come out with 1 album and now they're famous?" I asked looking out the window at the photographers getting their cameras ready to take more photos.

He shrugged his shoulders and unbuckled his seat belt. The car came to a complete stop, Magnus got out of the car and opened my door.

"Thanks." I said with a smile. He leaned forward "Once these photographers take your picture, you'll never have privacy again. You know that right?" He said and leaned back. I smiled at him and shook my head.

"Yeah I know but you do crazy things for family." I said and grabbed my purse and walked around the car towards my dad.

"Welcome to hell." I muttered which made my dad smile.

We walked a few steps then got stopped by photographers and reporters."Excuse us, Miss what's your name?" a man with a microphone asked me.

"Clarissa Morgenstern." I answered and he looked at me dumbfounded.

"Why are you here, Miss. Morgenstern?"

"I'm here to support my brother Jonathan." I answered "Now if you'll excuse me." I said walking past the group. I wait a minute for my dad who's still talking to a reporter. I wave my hand at him telling him to hurry up; he smiles at the reporter and walks up to me.

"They are worse than my lawyers." He mutters and I loop my arm under his.

"I could use a cigarette right now." I muttered and pulled open one of the doors. I walked through the door and felt arms wrap around me.

"Clarissa! I'm so happy you're here!" a woman yelled in my ear.

"Hi mom." She finally let go of me and stepped back. She looked me up and down and frowned.

"Clarissa, you look so grown up." She said and looked down at my stomach. "You got your belly button pierced, and your nose." She muttered and put a fake smile on her face.

"Yes I got them for my birthday last year." I said and took my sunglasses off and put them in my bag. I got a better look of my mother, she had more wrinkles in her face and her hair was faded. Her hands looked worn out, her eyes hung heavy, and there were dark circles under her eyes covered up by foundation.

"Valentine, Its good to see you." She looked from me to dad.

"Jocelyn." He nodded his head and walked away from us. Mom watched him walk away and sighed.

"He's very tired, works been busier than ever, especially with the new skyscraper he's trying to build in Chicago." I lied

"I'm sure. So anything new with you?" She asked

"Um, not really I got new tattoo last week. Besides that no." I answered and looked over her to try and find my dad.

"I'm going to go find dad, he probably looking for Jonathan." I said and walk over towards the seats.

"Ok well, we'll catch up later then?" My mom called after me, I just kept on walking away trying to get a lot of distance between us.

I walked around the room, looking at the photos and quotes that hung on the walls. I walked up the stairs that led to the CD signing room.

"Excuse me Miss but they're not signing anything right now." A tall white haired old man said to me grabbing my arm and walking me down the stairs.

"Let go of me now." I stated and yanked my arm out of his grasp.

"Don't go up there till its time." He stated

"I was looking for my dad."

"Why would your dad be up there?" He asked angrily.

"He was looking for my brother."

"Well maybe you need to keep better track of your family." He stated.

"Well maybe you should stop being an asshole." I spat back.

"Look you little bitch!" He said raising his voice.

"Hey! Jeffery what seems to be the problem here my man?" A tall blonde boy said coming up behind the angry old man.

"This girl was trying to get in to the signing room." He said looking back at the blonde hair boy.

"Jeffery why don't you go back up to the signing room and I'll take care of her." The blonde boy said and the old guy walked back up the stairs and into the room.

The blonde boy look me up and down and smiled. "So who were you going to see in the signing room?"

"My brother and my father." I stated. "Look if this is going to be a problem I'll just leave."

"God knows I didn't want to come any ways." I mumbled

"What does your brother look like I could help you find him?" He said smiling at me.

"I don't know, I haven't seen him in 4 years." I answered and pulled out my phone.

"What?" He asked.

"I haven't seen my brother in 4 years, what part of that didn't you understand?" I said and walked past him, he grabbed my wrist.

"What's your name?" he asked losing his grip on my wrist. A shock of electricity shot through my body at his touch, my cheeks started to burn.

"Clarissa." I whispered and walked towards the doors.

I walked towards the front doors and looked around the room, trying to find someone I know. I stood there for a minute or two till a tall black hair girl runs into me.

The next thing I know I'm on the ground, looking up at tall Black haired girl. She reaches down and grabs my hands and pulls me up.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you! Oh my god! I'm really sorry." She said brushing off my leggings.

"Its fine, I didn't see you either so it's both our faults." I said picking my purse off the floor.

"Do you want me to sign something of yours?" She asked pulling out a sharpie maker, I step backed and shook my head.

"No thanks, I'm good." I said

" Well do you want a signed CD or a signed poster?" She asked handing me a CD, I looked down at the CD and shook my head, I handed it back to her.

"No thanks I don't want it."

"Then what are you here for?" She asked while putting the CD back in her pocket.

"I'm here to support my brother." I stated

"Oh he's a really big fan? Aw that's so sweet." She said

"No he's in the band. He plays the electric guitar. I think, I'm not really sure, I haven't seen him in like 4 years." I answered looking past her and spotting my dad. "Um will you excuse me please?" I asked and walked past her towards my dad.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere!" I said walking up to him.

"I'm sorry Clarissa; I went outside for a cigarette. It's a little chaotic in here." He pointed towards my mom who was standing next to a tall curly brown hair man who had his arm over her shoulder.

"Is that Luke?" I asked looking at the man standing next to my mother.

My father nodded his head and rolled his eyes. "He owns Barnes and Noble."

"So she left you for a librarian? Wow." I looked at my dad and we both broke down laughing.

"I'm so glad to see that you two are having such a good time." We both looked up to see my mom and Luke standing in front of us.

My dad cleared his throat and straightened his jacket; He looked over at me and smiled.

"Luke Garroway." Luke said reaching his hand out to me.

"Clarissa Morgenstern." I said coldly accepting his hand.

"So Clary, your mother tells me you opened a gallery in Chicago. How did your dad afford to open it?" Luke asked looking me up and down.

"It's Clarissa not Clary, and my father didn't pay for my gallery." I said with a smile. "I did."

I looked at my dad who had a proud smile on his face. "Clarissa did modeling to help pay for it, but for the rest she took it out of her bank account." He said with a sneaky smile on his face. He looked at my mother who had a shocked look on her face.

"Modeling? What kind of modeling? Clothes? Shoes?" She asked looking at me.

"Victoria Secret lingerie." I stated smiling at my mother. My mother's eyes widen and her mouth hung loose. Luke's face turned bright red and stared at me; I looked at him and smiled.

"I got extra cash for every tattoo." I smiled and looked at my dads who looked like he was going to pee his pants laughing.

"Clary! Valentine! How could you let our baby girl do modeling in under wear?" My mom yelled at my father.

"It's Clarissa and I'm 20 years old, not 16, Im a legal adult. I'm not a baby anymore." I corrected her.

"Clarissa, you don't understand, you do these things now when you're young, and then you will regret them much later on in life."

I started to laugh. "Regret? Please don't tell me about regret. You left me remember?" I stated and walked past her.

"Clarissa!" I heard my father call after me, I just kept walking trying to get as much space between my mother and me as possible.

I walked out the back door and saw a bench and plopped down on it. I reached into my purse to find my cigarettes; I grabbed them and pulled a cigarette out. I didn't realize I was crying, I sniffled and rolled my eyes.

'Why am I crying? Jesus Christ! Oh where the fuck is my lighter?'

"Need help there?" I heard from behind me, I turned my head to see the blonde hair boy from earlier standing with his hands in his pockets.

"Do you have a lighter?" I sniffled and looked up at his golden eyes.

"Yeah, you ok?" He said and sat down next to me.

"Yeah just family reunions suck ass." I said and exhaled smoke.

"I understand, before our meeting earlier, have we ever met before? You look very familiar." He said and pushed a strand of hair away from my face. I smile and clasped my hands together, and leaned my back against the bench.

"No probably not, I don't live here, I'm from Chicago."I answered and leaned my head back and looked up at the clouds.

"Nice tattoo, what's does the quote mean?" He pokes his finger at my dream catcher on my ribs.

"'Dream your dreams with your eyes closed…but live your dreams with your eyes open.' I got it after opened my gallery." I answered flicking the cigarette ash on the ground.

"Gallery? You're a painter?" He asked looking down at me, I looked up at him and shook my head.

"Yes, I've been drawing ever since I could hold a pencil."

I looked back up at him and he was smiling at me. My phone started to ring, I picked it up out of my bag.
"Hello?" I answered

"Clarissa, come back inside the signing is about to start." My dad said calmly through the speaker.

"Ok I'll be right there." I answered and hung up the phone.

"Um I have to go, but thanks for the lighter." I said standing up; the blonde boy grabbed my hand.

"Clarissa? Can I get your number?" he asked handing me his phone.

"Sure" I grabbed his phone and put my number into his phone, and handed it back to him.

"I hope I see you again, and good luck with your gallery." He said standing up, he leaned forward a little bit and pressed his lips to my cheek.

I could feel my cheeks start to burn up, hoping he hasn't noticed, he pulled back and smiled.

"I'll text you." He winked at me and walked inside. I was left outside blushing and holding my hand to my cheek.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head trying to shake this feeling in the pit of my stomach. I walked over to the door and walk into the building. I saw people walking up the stairs towards the signing room; I followed the rest of the group of people up the stairs. Everyone hurdled into the signing room, and everyone took their seats. I found a spot next to my dad who gave me a concerned look.

"Are you ok? Clarissa, just ignore her she doesn't know what she's talking about." He said grabbing my hand and giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"Just forget it ok? I just want to get this bull shit over and done with so we can go home." I said looking back at him with a scowl.

"I know, I'm anxious to get home to." He said and let go of my hand and stared straight at the stage.

A man came across the stage with a microphone and began speaking.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, thanks for coming out tonight! So put your hands together for Alec Lightwood!" The announcer yelled into the microphone.

A ravened hair boy ran across the stage and started smiling and waving at the crowd.

"Isabelle Lightwood!"

The black haired girl from earlier walked across the stage blowing kisses to the crowd and stopped right next to Alec.

"Jonathan Fray!" The announcer yelled and my brother walked across the stage waving at everyone and smiling towards Alec and Isabelle, he wrapped his arm around Isabelle's waist and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"And Last but never least, give it up for Jace Herondale!" The crowd started to scream, I placed my hands to my ears trying to muffle the screams, and to prevent a headache.

Then the blonde golden eye boy walked across the stage, waving at everyone. I felt my heart start to skip a beat. 'Holy shit! He's in Jonathan's band?!'

The announcer handed all them a microphone, and the all sat down at a little table on the stage.

"Ok folks they are going to answer some questions from the crowd and then they'll begin signing." The announcer says then points at a girl in the crowd only a few seats away from me.

"This question is for Jace." She paused and blew a kiss at Jace. "Is there a special girl in your life?" She asked, everyone in the crowd looked from the girl to Jace.

"Well actually I think there is, sadly she doesn't live here, I kind of just got her number." He answered looking at the girl in the crowd. There was an 'Ah' that escaped the crowds' mouths. My heart started to pound, 'I just gave hi my number! Is he talking about me?'

"Ok next question" the announcer said and pointing at another girl.

"Jonathan, why do you look so happy tonight?" A girl said to my brother.

"Well tonight my dad and sister traveled from Chicago to come support me. I haven't seen my sister in 4 years, and I'm anxious to see her. " He said looking over at our mother.

"Well why don't we get your sister to come up on stage?" The announcer asked the crowd. My heart dropped, the crowds scream 'YES!' And I looked at my dad whose eyes were widened.

"Sure why not, Clarissa if you're out in the crowd, come up here." Jonathan said. I looked at the stage and my eyes landed on Jace, who had his head in his hands. I shrugged my shoulders, I looked at my dad again and he shook his head with a smile.

I stood up and a light shined down on me and I began to walk towards the stage. Behind me men start to cat call at me and wolf whistle. I reached the stairs that led to the stage; I walked up the stairs and onto the stage.

Once I had one foot on the stage I had the wind knocked out of me when I felt arms wrap around me and pick me up off the ground.

"Oh my god! Put me down!" I shrieked, and flailed my legs in the air, closing my eyes praying that my feet would touch the ground.

My feet finally touched the stage, feeling dizzy I went to reach for something to hold my balance. Hands grabbed my elbows to steady me, I heard the crowd cheering. I opened my eyes and saw my smiling brother looking at me.

"Clary! I missed you!" He said and grabbed my hand.

"It's Clarissa." I muttered. The announcer handed me a micro phone and placed a stool next to the table where everyone else was sitting. I looked at the rest of the band members who were staring at me with 'awe'. I looked at Jace whose mouth was wide open and his eyes widen making his skin look pale.

I sat on the chair next to the table; I took off my jean jacket and handed it to one of the people standing on the side of the stage. You could see my lower back tattoos and my arm tattoos.

"Hey SEXY!" one guy screamed from the crowd, and then a bunch of men started to whistle at me. I felt my cheeks start to burn as I adjusted myself on the stool, I looked over at Jonathan who was saying something to Jace. Jace's eyes widen as he stared at me, while Jonathan whispered into his ear. Jace and I eyes were locked on each other, when the announcer walked up next to me, is when I looked away.

"Ok so ladies and gentlemen, if anybody had questions for Jonathans sister please speak up." The announcer said and looked at me.

"What's your name?" Someone shouted.

"Clarissa Morgenstern." I answered.

"How old are you?"

"20, but I'll be 21 next month." I answered with excitement.

"You got a boyfriend Hot Stuff?" a guy in the front said, and I rolled my eyes.

"It's Clarissa, not Hot Stuff. You call me Clarissa or you call me nothing. And no I don't have a boyfriend; I'm too busy for one." Everyone started to laugh.

"Why do you and your brother have different last names?"

"He kept my mothers, I kept my fathers." I answered coldly and looked at my mother who stood on the side of the stage eyeing my tattoos from afar.

"What do you do?"

"I paint and sing, I own my very own Art Gallery in Chicago." I answered proudly.

"SING! SING!" the crowd started to cheer. I looked at Jonathan with widen eyes.

"come on Clarissa we'll play back up for you. It'll be fun." Jonathan said standing up with the rest of the band, grabbing their instruments from back stage. The announcer grabbed my stool and gave me a new microphone.

Once Jonathan, Jace, Isabelle, and Alec we're set up I stood in front of the stage starring at the sea of fans.

Party girls don't get hurt
can't feel anything, when will I learn?
I push it down, push it down

I'm the one "for a good time call"
Phone's blowin' up, ringin' my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink

Throw 'em back 'til I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

But I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight
Help me, I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight
On for tonight

Sun is up, I'm a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this
Here comes the shame, here comes the shame

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink

Throw 'em back 'til I lose count

On for tonight
'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight
Oh, I'm just holding on for tonight
On for tonight
On for tonight
'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight
'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight
Oh, I'm just holding on for tonight
On for tonight
On for tonight

Once I finished I was breathless, all I could do was smile. Jonathan came up beside me and wrapped me into a hug.
"Clarissa I didn't know you could sing like that." He whispered into me ear.

"There are a lot of things that have changed Jon." I answered and pulled away from him.

I pulled the microphone to my mouth.

"Ok well I'm gonna go outside for some fresh air, and you guys start your signing thingy."

I smiled at the crowd and then walked over towards the side of the stage. My mom went to wrap her arms around me; I pushed past her and grabbed my jean jacket.

"Clarissa!" She yelled after me I pushed the back door opened and felt the cold air cute through me clothes like a knife.

"Why do you do this?" My mom said following me out the door.

"Do what?" I asked sitting down on the bench.

"You ignore me, and then we fight." She says and sits down next to me, I shift away from her a little bit.

"Well it's just been me and dad for the past 4 years; I'm not used to someone breathing down my neck." I stated and she scoffed.

"Well it's not my fault your father won't be a father to you."

"What? Won't be father? He has been my mother and father for the past 4 years, and he's been doing a pretty damn good job. Stopping making him sound like he doesn't give a shit about me." I said standing up, and walking over to the wall.

"Clarissa look at you, from what I can see you have 5 tattoos, piercing, you smoke, and you cuss. What kind of father would let their child do those things? From my perspective he's doing a shitty job."

"From your perspective? How the fuck would you know? For the past 4 years, all I've ever gotten from you is a birthday card. That man encouraged me to take my talent and turn it into something bigger, I own a gallery, I have a job, I am financially fine! What does Jonathan have? A band? Valentine has raised me from a little girl who used to cry about everything, to a woman who can take care of herself." I sighed and grabbed a cigarette out of my purse.

"Clarissa, I'm sorry. I just hate seeing you like this. Tattooed, pierced, half dressed. Then I hear you're modeling, in underwear. I just get so over whelmed I explode."

"Well if you would call once in a while you would know what's going on in my life." I muttered lighting the cigarette. I inhaled and exhaled, "I don't want to do this, and this isn't my world."
I whispered and leaned my head back against the wall.

"I'm sorry sweet heart. I didn't mean what I said, let's just try and get through this night. Ok?" My mom said and walked up to me, and wrapped her arms around me.

"Alright, I'm going to go get dad." I said trying to get out of her grasp, she let go and smiled. I smiled and walked back into the building.

I found my seat next to dad and plopped down next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"I want to go home." I whispered.

"Come on lets go." He said standing and grabbing my hand.

"I'm going to go find Jonathan and say goodbye." I said and let go of his hand, I walked through the crowd to try and find Jonathan. I finally found him with a group of girls, swarmed around him.

"Jonathan!" I yelled at him, he looked up from the girls and smiled at me. He walked over towards me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Hey Jon, I hate to do this but dad and I have to go. I have to be at the gallery early In the morning tomorrow." I smiled sadly at him, his smiled turned into a frown and looked away.

"Clarissa why don't you just spend the night in town, missing one day of work is not going to kill you. You can stay with at my place to night, it's only me and Jace but there's and extra bedroom." He begged I sighed and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't see why not, but I have to leave tomorrow." I answered.

"Yes! Wait here I'm gonna go tell Jace." He ran way like a little school girl.

I walked away from that spot and went to go tell dad the news. He was standing next to my mom and Luke.

"So I guess I'm spending the night at Jon's apartment" I tell my dad who looks down at me.

"What? Clarissa we have to go home, you have to finish your paintings." He says.

"I can finish them when I get home tomorrow. I promise." I said and leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Ok well I love you sweet heart, text me when you get there." He wrapped me into a hug.

"Text me when you land, please be safe." I whispered in his jacket.

"Bye sweet heart." He said letting go of me and headed towards the exit. I sighed and looked at my mom and Luke who both had excitement in their eyes.

"Oh its going to be a long night." I sighed and walked back over towards Mom and Luke.