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My New story! This is an AU story to the max. All human. Just a few things:
Clary and Jonathan are the daughter and son of Jocelyn and Valentine. Valentine and Jocelyn divorced when Clary was 6 and Jonathan was 8 because Valentine cheated. Jocelyn had full custody of the kids at first but then Valentine fought for rights because it made him look bad when he didn't. So now Jonathan and Clary spend one weekend a month, all summer and every other holiday with Valentine. Valentine married the women he cheated on Jocelyn with and they live a 2 hour drive away. She also has a son named Sebastian who is the same age as Jonathan. I am just saying this so everyone's not confused but I am going to have some flashbacks in-between doing a better job at explaining. Let me know if anything is confused and I will try and fix it!
CHAPTER ONE
Clary's POV:
I shakily ran a hand threw my hair and looked at the clock; it was ten in the morning. Any minute now Jonathan was going to come knocking on the door saying it was time to go home. It was Sunday meaning my weekend at dads was over until next month. I was happy but disappointed. I didn't get to see Jace at all this time, he told me he was going to come over last night but he never showed up, not even a text telling me why. Jace moved into the house next door from my dad's when I was fourteen, so two years ago. He was the only reason I came back here at all. My dad was never around and my step mother treated me like shit and Sebastian her evil son was even worse. I shuttered thinking about what he did to me on Friday night. I jumped when I heard a knock at my door before Jonathan opened it and poked his head into the room.
"Ready to go sis? Don't wanna hit afternoon traffic; I still have to meet up with my lab partner tonight to finish our science project." I nodded and got off my bed while he opened my door fully and exited the hallway. I grabbed my backpack and followed him. I only kept a few personal items in my bag from home but dad bought us clothes and everything else so we didn't have to lug everything back and forth all the time. My dad wasn't home and I completely ignored my evil step mom, Susan, and left the house without a word to anyone. I wondered often why Jonathan kept coming every weekend. We were supposed to, but he turned 18 a couple of weeks ago so if he didn't want to come he didn't have to. I was grateful thought because I didn't know what it was going to be like here when he stopped coming with me. I glanced across the street to Jace's house before I left, his car wasn't in the drive way and my heart almost stopped. Did he ever come home last night? I didn't have a right to feel jealous, I wasn't his girlfriend or anything but it still hurt. He was the only reason why I didn't tell my mom what Sebastian was doing. The visits would stop and I would be free of this torture, but I was secretly in love with Jace and if I told my mom what was going on I would never see him again and I just couldn't bear that. I got into the passenger seat next to my brother and I rested my head on the window. I didn't sleep well all weekend and I knew I was going to fall asleep.
Jace's POV:
I moaned as I sat up from where I was sleeping. What did I do last night? Everything slowly came back to my pounding brain. I remember Alec making me come to a lame party with him, I remember saying I could only stay for one beer. But then one beer turned into two and two turned into three and three turned into flip cup and jager bombs.
"Fuck!" I moaned as my stomach turned, beer before liquor never been sicker they always said. My brain suddenly thought of Clary as I realized why I only wanted to stay for one beer, I was supposed to go over her house last night.
"Ugh!" I whined as I got up from the floor. I dung into my pockets and found my phone I clicked it on and the time read eleven AM. I missed her, she always felt around ten in the morning. Now I was pissed at myself. The girl was only here for one weekend a month and I was such a tool that I couldn't even make time for her. I was pissed at myself and Alec as well I headed to the bathroom. I used the toilet and gargled some water to get the gross taste out of my mouth. I left the bathroom and headed into the kitchen. The place was a mess and I was glad it wasn't my house this time. I felt like a dick, but I left the place without helping clean up. No one said anything as I walked through the front door to my car. I had to walk half way down the street to find it; there had been a lot of people there last night.
As I was driving home my mind wandered to when I first met Clary, the cute fourteen year old with paint all over her hands.
-Flash back, 2 years ago.
I was pissed; I didn't want to move here. I left all my friends and I would have to start all over in the middle of freshmen year, I was beyond pissed. I refused to help my parents and the movers bring things into the new house. It was a lot bigger than our old house but I didn't care about things like that. Suddenly my mom came over to where I was sulking in the back yard.
"Hey bunny." She said using my old nickname from when I was a kid and sitting next to me on the lawn, I ignored her.
"I know you're mad about the move but I am sorry, this is going to help your father move up in his company." I still ignored her, I've heard this million times already. She sighed as she ran a hand threw her blond hair; it was the same color as my own.
"Well I saw a cute girl next door; she looks to be about your age. Why don't you go say hi might be nice to make some friends before you start school next week?" She said before kissing me on the forehead and leaving. I wasn't going to go over there, I didn't want new friends I already had friends back home. I sat for another few minutes annoyed before curiosity won out and I stood up to check out this neighbor girl. I wasn't sure which neighbor so I headed to the left and saw no-one and then I headed to the right and I spotted a red headed girl struggling to wash her hairs with the hose. Her hands were a mixture of pinks and blues, it looked like paint.
"What are you doing?" I said startling the girl, she dropped the hose and looked at me.
"Um, just washing my hands." She shrugged and bent down to pick the hose up again.
"Why not just do it in the sink, much easier." I said walking up behind her.
"Because my step mom thinks I'll stain her fancy sinks with my paints so she makes come out here to do it." I took the hose form her and held it while she washed her hands.
"That's stupid." I said as she finished and turned the hose off.
"Thanks." She said as she wiped her hands on her maroon colored shirt, leaving big stains. I shrugged as she tucked a lose curl behind her hair. He checks were a tiny bit pink and I guessed because she was blushing.
"Anytime." I replied and dropped the hose to the ground.
"So you're the new neighbor?" She asked as we started walking to the front of the house, she sat down on her front porch and I sat next to her.
"Yeah." I said back trying not to sound so bitter about it.
"So what's school like here?" I asked and turned and looked at her, she had picked a flower off the ground and was pulling off the petals. She wasn't looking at me so I was able to just stare at her. She was very pretty and I felt my own face turn pink before I turned and looked at the ground.
"Uh, sorry I am not sure." She frowned before continuing.
"This is my dad's place; I am only here one weekend a month, summer and every other holiday." My stomach dropped as I realized I wasn't going to get to see this girl all the time.
"Oh that sucks." I said but she shrugged.
"But maybe we can hang out when I here?" She perked up a little and so did it. I thought she was cute, even if I was a little nervous around her. I was really good a flirting but I've never had a girlfriend before and I've only ever kissed one person. Even if everyone at my old school thought I lost my v-card last year I really hadn't. I was good a pretending.
"Yeah sure." We exchanged numbers and just when I was going to ask if she wanted to come over and see my new house someone threw up the door to her house and it banged against the side of the house. We both jumped and turned around. It was a teenage boy; he looked to be about a year or so older than me. He had dark hair and eyes and he looked angry,
"Who's this?" The guy sneered at me and I glared at him, what was this attitude for.
"Um this is Jace, he just moved in next door. And Jace this is my step brother Sebastian." I glared at the guy as he completely ignored me and looked at Clary.
"Mom said dinners done." He turned to leave, but not before giving one last glare to me.
"Sorry about him, he's a jerk." Clary said before standing up, I stood up to and awkwardly put my hands in my pockets.
"I'll talk to you sometime soon?" I asked sounding way to eager.
"Of course." She smiled at me with the most perfect smile I've ever seen before turning and walking into her house.
-End flashback.
That was two years ago and I still thought she was the cutest girl I've ever seen. I didn't mean to ditch her last night, I really didn't. I've had a giant crush on her for the last two years but lately I've gotten really popular. I joined the football team and I was really good, and suddenly everyone wanted to hang out with me and I never had much time to myself. Once I got home I took a shower and got into bed, but before I fell back asleep I shot Clary a text. Sorry –J. Was all I sent but she wasn't much of a texter so I knew she wouldn't be upset, she never seemed to get upset with me know matter what I did. My eyes drifted closed as I thought of the cute girl with the red hair.
Clary's POV:
"Mom says it's time for dinner" Sebastian snapped at me and I jumped up saying goodbye to Jace. The second I saw him I knew I was in love with the blond boy. I walked into the dining room and there wasn't any food on the table, so I wandered into the kitchen. No one was there and there was no food anywhere. I was confused as I walked into the living room and then finally I went upstairs.
"What the hell Sebastian, no one's even home." I screamed as I pounded on his door. Sebastian had always taunted me. When we were kids he would pinch me and pull my hair and do bad things and blame them on me. Then when we got a bit older he would steal my undies and bras and tried to peek at me naked. He even grabbed my boobs a few times when no one was looking. But for the past few months he had started ignoring me which was better than him bugging me. I thought he finally gotten over whatever it was that bugged him about me. He flung open the door and I almost fell in.
"Shut up you little slut, I was just keeping you from embarrassing yourself in front of that boy." Sebastian sneered and I gasped, that was harsh. I've never even kissed a boy and he was going to call me a slut. I lift my hand and smacked him across the face before my mind really thought about it. I regretted my actions as soon as I did it. The look on his face had me running from the room. I turned so fast I slipped on the rug in the hall and went down with a crash. Sebastian was on top of me screaming in my face.
"Who do you think you are slapping me like that!?" He roared as he punched me in the face and I cried out.
"Stop I am sorry!" I cried as he lifted his hand to do it again but thought better of it. Instead he lifted me up by my hair and I screamed in pain as he flung me into his room. I landed on the floor and he kicked me in the ribs.
"Get up." He hissed and I wobbly stood up. He shut his door and locked it with a click.
"I am sorry I won't ever do that again." I whined holding my rib cage, something felt broken.
"No, I am going to teach you a lesson, you've had this a long time coming Clary." He said as he pushed me onto the bed. I was honestly confused at first on what he was doing. I know what sex is but it just didn't click at first. I've never even been kissed before, I am only fourteen. But he started pulling at my shirt and I was struggling with him on his bed. He was sloppy and at sixteen all he wanted to do was put himself inside me. He got my shirt off and when he started on my pants it's when it finally clicked on what he was doing.
"STOP!" I screamed and started pushing him and trying to shoving him away from me.
"Leave me alone you sicko!" I screamed as he roughly jerked my pants down he smacked me in the face before working on his own pants. I was crying screaming and wiggling my arms and legs everywhere trying to get him off me. But I was a small fourteen year old girl and he was a sixteen year old boy who was on the football team and was much stronger. He took my small arms in his hands and put the above me head on the bed. He only needed on hand to hold them in place. His other hand started working on pulling my underwear down my legs, his pants were already off.
"Please don't." I begged before he took his penis out of his boxers. He didn't even bother taking them off, he just pulled himself out. He forced my legs apart with his knees and jammed himself in-between my legs. I was screaming for help and he took his free hand and placed it over my mouth as he jammed himself inside of me. I screamed into his hand as tears fell down my face. It was so painful, I could feel my self-tearing. He wasn't gentle and I wasn't turned on at all so I wasn't lubricated so it was dry and painful for me. The blood made it a little less dry but it hurt so badly.
"I wanted to do this for so long." Sebastian breathed into my ear before letting go of my mouth only to place his own mouth on mine. He tired kissing me but I wouldn't kiss back. He didn't seem to care. This didn't last long, maybe two minutes before he came inside of me. But those two minutes felt like hours to me. When he was done he finally let go of my aching hands and I sat up rushed to grab my things. I threw on my shirt and pants with jerky movements. Sebastian's watched me without saying anything. Just as I was about to leave the room he grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.
"Say anything and I will end you." He whispered harshly in my ear and I nodded before running from the room, tripping and almost falling on my face twice before I made it to my own room.
I woke up with a loud gasp looking around confused. For a moment I thought I was fourteen years old again. But I wasn't, I was in the car with Jonathan, on are way home from our dads house.
"You okay?" He asked glancing at me with concern on his face.
"Yeah sorry, I am fine just had bad dream." I said but it wasn't really a dream it was more like a memory of when Sebastian raped me for the first time. I placed one of my hands on my chest and felt my heart beating rapidly in my chest.
"Okay well me and Aline will be staying up late working on our project so I am going to stop for some coffee, would you like any?" He asked as he pulled into a coffee shop. I nodded as he got out of the car to get our caffeine. I realized we were about ten minutes from home and I sighed in relief. I only allowed myself Sunday after getting home from my dad's to let myself just cry and break down. Every other moment I was the perfect daughter with the straight A's and the great friends. After my break downs nothing had ever happened to me and I was just a normal regular girl. I sighed looking out the window wishing that was true. I glanced at my phone and realized I got a text while I was sleeping. It was form Jace. My heart jumped as I opened the text and read it. It was a simple sorry and I accepted it whole heartedly. Duh, call me later. –C I replied before tucking my phone back into my pocket as Jonathan got back into the car with my coffee.
"Thanks." I replied as he started the car again and headed home. I sipped slowly trying to relax, we would be home soon and I could let myself feel for a couple of hours before I had to pretend everything was okay again. But as I looked out window I knew Jace was worth the pain I went through just to see him. Maybe someday he would see me as more than just Clary his once in a while friend and maybe I could become his girlfriend.
AN: What did you think? This story is going to be sad but also have happy parts in-between. I hope it was okay, this is my first all human TMI story, I am a bit excited. I am not going to promise or give any update schedule because I will only disappoint. I am busy so I update when I can, I am sorry its only I can offer.