Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters. These all belong to the amazing and talented Cassandra Clare.

This is our very first fanfic. My best friend, Bella and I are writing one together. If you want to send me any suggestions for the story or critique any of it, just PM me.

Just so people don't get confused, the lines that are in the story mean that there is going to be a change in point of view. I will write whose point of view it is in just so you don't get confused :)

Thank you and hope you enjoy!

Clary's P.O.V

Camera flashes come from all different directions around me. I'm trying to shield my face from them but there is just so many. Pushing and shoving trying to get to the front just to get that one picture. That one picture that can be turned and twisted to make a cover news story that was never intended to be. Lies. Untruths.

"Move! Get out the way!" My bodyguard, Raphael, yells as he angrily pushes the paparazzi away.

I duck under his arm as he tries to hold back the throng of people trying to grab or take pictures of me. Some days I wish that I was just a normal person, or as normal as I can be. I can't even walk down my street without the paparazzi coming and surrounding me. Some days I wish I wasn't his daughter.

My brother, Jonathan, and I will always have the titles of 'Son and Daughter of Valentine Morgenstern, world famous film director'.

That was how it all started.

I eventually find myself safe inside my house. I look back to see Raph still shoving the paparazzi but this time, shoving them out the front door to stop them from getting into my house. I turn towards the stairs that will take me up to my bedroom. Slowly, I trudge up them, as I am exhausted from today's work. I can still hear the paparazzi yelling and shouting things that I can't be bothered to hear anymore so I tune myself out. I open the door to my room and walk inside. I don't bother shutting the door behind me; I just lie on the bed and fall asleep.

-O-O-O-

I wake to the sound of my father yelling. It's not an unusual occurrence but what he was saying didn't sound like a usual argument. My father usually argued about his movies, not about me.

I walked down the marble staircase, inching closer to the arched doorway that led to the study, making sure I stopped before I got there.

"I said that you had to keep an eye on her!"

"I did, sir. They were all surrounding her and she didn't get hurt! What else do you expect me to do!?" Raphael was yelling at my father. From what I could hear, things weren't going to well for my bodyguard.

My father went to turn around to face Raphael but found my face staring around the corner.

"Clary? I didn't see you there." My father said while looking at me with stern, narrowed eyes.

He looks back at me and then turns to look at Raphael who was still standing there.

"I will talk to you later Raphael." My father said looking at him with commanding eyes. Raphael slowly turned around nodded at my father and walked out of the room.

I was staring intently at my father wondering what the hell was going on. He looked at me and waved me off with the other hand on his forehead, obviously looking tired and strained. I turned on my heel and followed Raphael to his room to figure out what was going on. I was doubtful that he would answer any of my questions that I had for him but it was worth a try.

-O-O-O-

I knocked softly on the door leading to Raph's room. He opened almost immediately not even bothering to ask who it was or gesture me inside. I walked in slowly to see his bag on the bed. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing a heavy sigh.

"What do you want, Miss Clarissa?" He asked with sadness in his voice. He looked up at me with sad and curious eyes as I looked at the bag, which was neatly placed on the bed, already packed.

"What is this?" I replied gesturing to the bag.

"Lets just say, I think this is…" He started to walk towards me but I didn't think anything of it.

"Clarissa!" Both Raphael and I turn our attention to the door but as I open the door to answer, I also turn back to look at Raphael apologetically only to feel his lips on mine. I know I was supposed to back away but instead I closed the door again and leaned into the kiss. I know this is prohibited but his soft lushes lips, left me wanting more.

I broke the kiss by placing my hands on his chest and pushing him back as he starts to puts his hands around my waist.

"I… I can't do this." I whisper looking down at our feet. I see his feet back away and I do the same to walk out the door.

I didn't bother going to whoever called my name. I went straight to my bedroom and gathered all my art supplies and took them out to my balcony to lose my mind in what I love doing most.

-O-O-O-

By the time I had finished my drawings it was time for dinner. On my way down, I opened the door to Raphael's room only to find that no one was there and nothing was out of place, as if no one had lived there at all.

I sat down to dinner, not bothering to say a word as Jonathan, my father and my mother, Jocelyn took their places at the dining table and started to talk like nothing had happened with my father.

I was picking at my plate when I looked up to see my father staring at me intently.

"Yes?" I asked sarcastically

"Where were you this afternoon?"

"I think the real question is where is Raphael? He was here this morning and now he isn't here!" I replied, raising my voice slightly.

"He's gone."

"WHAT! WHY?! He didn't do anything to harm me. He protected me with his life. I mean do I look dead or harmed to you?" I gestured to myself. "If I was hurt I would have thought that would have been a good enough choice but I am not hurt in anyway physically or mentally!" By this time I was standing up and pointing at my father with anger.

"How dare you speak to me in this manner! You will leave the topic alone and also leave the table and go to your room. You shall never speak to me like this again as I am you father!" I turned and stormed out of the room like a 5 year old not getting the toy they wanted.

I ran not to my room but to my secret room that Simon and I built when we were younger. We came here to get away from our everyday lives and no one knows about it apart from us. The hideout situated just behind the fireplace so it is always warm when the fire is lit. It is the perfect size for two people; a coffee table and two fold out chairs to fit. We also have one pair of walkie-talkies that we use to communicate to each other when either of us need the other.

I crawl over to sit on the fold out chair and place my hand on the walkie-talkie. I turn it on and hold the talk button as I speak and say,

"Simon. I need you."

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