Not A Thing I Wouldn't Do

by I'veMadeAMistake

Clarissa Fray, the name rolls off the tongue. Sounds innocent, but it's far from it. She has been abused by her father, Valentine and her brother, Jonathan for years and learned that self destruction helps her feel again. She meets a boy named Jace Lightwood, and realizes he's all she needs to be powerful. He realizes, she's the only thing he needs. But will he realize too later?

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer! I'm not Cassandra Clare and I don't own these wonderful characters! (Although some times I wish I did)

"No, no. Momma has to go little girl. I'll be back. I promise. I'll come back for you." Jocelyn lied to her younger girl, she had to. "Oh, don't cry, please Clarissa. I have to go." She wiped the tears from her daughter's cheek but didn't bother with her own. "Where are you going, Momma?" The young girl asks. "I don't know. But Johnny will be here. Daddy will be here." Jocelyn says and grabs her bag kissing her daughter on the cheek. "I love you Clary." She says and then walks out the door. Leaving Clarissa smiling and waving. "Love you too. See you soon, mom." She says without a doubt in her mind.

Five years later

No, no I tell myself. You can't cry. I say. I have trained myself not to cry. Not to show weakness. "Dad." I squeak. "Dad, please." This earns me a slap to the face and a kick to the ribs. "Leave." He sneers and I pull myself up and to my room. I collapse on my bed and finally allow the tears to emerge. "You weak little girl." I mumble to myself as I get up; walking to the bathroom. I start the water and peel off my clothes stepping under the stream of water. I see my cuts and bruises everywhere, making me cringe in equal pain and disgust. I let the water hit them, baring my teeth with pain. I wash my hair and gently run some soap down my body. I get out and wrap a towel around my fragile figure.

I change into a black collared dress, putting jeans under it and pulling a long sleeve cardigan over it. I put on some makeup to cover up the bruises and put some on my neck and my collar covers the rest. I slip my black and white checkered backpack on, glide into my combat boots and walk out the door. I have a two mile walk to school, which normally wouldn't be bad at all, but with my ankle bruised, it's a killer. I get to school and find my first class, I see a dark headed girl and a blonde boy in the front looking around with curious eyes. Bell rings and everyone shuffles to take their seats. I'm in the back row, with one spot on either side of me. There are some empty spots up front too, because almost no one takes Art and Expression: Lines and Basics. I only did because I needed an elective. And I like art.

"Hello class." It was Mrs. Redbarq. "This is Jace and Isabelle Lightwood." She says and Isabelle smiles and waves slightly, she's what every man would love and what every woman would hate. Her black hair falling down her back, her dark eyes glint with charm, her pale skin flawless, she wears tight black jeans and a blue shirt and a cream scarf, with little black ankle boots. This Jace boy was pretty. Okay he was a god. Tan skin, golden hair and eyes, toned. Beautiful. Every other girl in the room thought so too.

"Both of you may sit in the back." She says. "On either side of Clarissa." I roll my eyes at my full name. Isabelle slips into her seat with a smile. "Hello, Clarissa." She says. "Clary." I say. "Call me Clary." I say. "And it's nice to meet you too, Isabelle." I say and she huffs. "Call me Izzy." She says and I smile a little bit. "You can call me Jace." The young man says sitting next to me. "I actually wasn't planning on addressing you as anything, Goldie." I say. "I'll grow on you, Red." He says back and I roll my eyes. Before turning my attention to the board.

Lunch comes and I grab my backpack and go to my stop under the tree, I take out my book and lay down with my bag as a pillow. "Ah, I see you've found yourself a nice read, Red." Jace says sitting down next to me. "Tale of Two Cities." I say and he smiles. "But of course." He says and soon Izzy joins us. "Interesting choice." She says and bites into an apple. "I've heard." I say and close the book, sitting up. I notice Jace looking at me, caution in is stare. "What is it Goldie Locks?" I ask. "Oh nothing, Red." He says and I catch something in his eyes that makes me laugh. I feel my breath quicken and my lungs erupt in laughter and then, I double over in pain. "Are you okay?" I hear, a hand on my back, but it won't stop, the pain is persistent. "Red." I hear. "Answer me." And that's when I hit the ground, out cold.

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