Disclaimer: Everything TMI belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Smack! The sound of Luke's hand connecting with my face seems to echo throughout the room. "You little clumsy bitch!" I bite my tongue to keep from crying out, that's what he wants. A stinging pain in my left cheek and a major head ache starting, I walk over to the broom and start to sweep up the mess I just made accidentally dropping the glass cup. "You know, I'm not thirsty anymore. When you're done with that, I'm getting hungry." I nod warily. He narrows his eyes, looking me up and down, and I wasn't sure if he meant hungry for food. But then he turns, starting to leave. "I'll be in the living room. I'm feeling a hamburger."

Once I know he was out of ear shot, I make a sound of disgust. How did I end up with this lunatic? I don't argue though. After I'm sure that every shard of glass is up, Luke with a piece glass in his foot is not a happy Luke, I start on some hamburgers. Letting the meat defrost, I make my way to the bathroom to access the damage. A nasty red hand print shines brightly on the side of my face, and a bruise is sprouting on my cheekbone.

Well... it could be worse. Actually this is good, easily fixed with some concealer. I pull a pallet from my stash, and dab it carefully on the injury. I make sure to get a color that was exactly my skin color. It was as if nothing just happened in the kitchen, the only reminder the slight stinging pain and the slight shine to my pale skin. I smile and go to the kitchen to finish Luke's dinner.

Just as I am finishing them up, my mom walks in carrying one of her latest paintings and talking animatedly on the phone. She looks in my direction smiling and waving, I gesture to the hamburgers and raise my eyebrows. She holds up one finger telling me she would take one. I nod, and pull out two plates putting a burger on each. I can't afford to eat anything, I'd already eaten breakfast and lunch, and Luke doesn't want me at a weight over one hundred. He enjoyed the way my bones looked is what he said. He liked feeling as if he dominated, though I was already tiny and he was naturally huge. His reasoning made little sense.

I shake my head to get that thought out of my head. Finishing the burgers the way they like them I take them out to the living room and hand them out. "Thank you," Luke says with a bright smile planting a kiss on my forehead. I glare at him where my mom can't see and his smile barely falters. If I didn't know him so well, I wouldn't be able to see the warning in his eyes. So I nod politely and turn to head up to my bed room. "Aren't you going to eat Clary?" My mom stops me to ask. I shoot a glance at Luke, who is shaking his head behind my mom. "No, I'm not hungry." Her eyes look concerned, but she nods and turns to her burger.

I run up the stairs without a backward glance. Locking myself in my room, I thank God my mom is home tonight. I plop down on my bed, and pull out my cell phone. Five text from Simon. I sigh and open them.

Hey.

Clary?

Do you want me to come over?

Are you okay? What's going on?

Dude I'm worried text me back please

Urg! I hadn't told him anything... but one time he caught me covering a bruise with concealer. He tried asking me what happened but I wouldn't tell him. He hasn't let it go, but thank God he hasn't told anyone either.

I'm fine. Chill Simon.

Unsurprisingly the reply is almost instantaneous. Oh good. Wat u want 2 do 2morrow?

I smile, Saturday. I can go out, Luke has work and Mom is going to dinner with one of her possible costumers.

Hmmm how bout Pandemonium? The club occasionally let sixteen year olds and up come. I love these nights, a night to just... get away from everything. Luke mostly. My phone goes off and I look down.

Sure. M33t me th3r3 8?

I type my reply, C u th3r3. Finally I plug my phone into the charger and curl up into my blankets to go to sleep.

"Clarissa?" I turn to see Luke standing in the door way of my room. I grit my teeth. My mom was home, what was he doing? She must have gone to bed early. He smiles, a big, toothy, horrible smile. He steps forwards and starts feeling my breast through my sports bra. Tears are in my eyes, what did I do to deserve this? I stare off into the distance trying to forget what was going on.

Soon he got tired of my bra, and pulled it over my head, throwing it to the ground. I hear him moan as he licks my right breast and cups the other in his hand. I fight the urge to throw him off. His mouth moves from my breast to my mouth and starts kissing up my jaw and to my mouth. I kiss him back, because I know what happens if I don't. As he kisses me, he pushes me anything but gently down on the bed. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down, then follows his shirt till he is standing naked in front of me.

He lays on top of me, I can barely breath when all his weight is on me. "Your turn," he whispers in my ear. I feel as he pulls my pants and underwear down till we are both naked. I feel disgusted as he enters me. He moans and screams as he goes up and down on me. Why couldn't my mom wake up? I silently curse her deep sleeping. I feel so dirty and violated as he releases in me and then collapses on top of me knocking the air out of me.

"That was fun. Getting a bit soft, but I'm sure you can fix that. No breakfast tomorrow." I keep myself from saying something smart. He pulls out of me, and dresses. And as he covers me up, I go unconscious.

I wake up screaming. I turn into the pillows to muffle the up the monster himself wouldn't be a good idea. When I finally quiet down, breathing heavily, I remind myself it was just a nightmare. But that's the thing, a voice in the back of my head reminds me. This is your reality. Of course that's true. Taking one last deep breath, I get up to go get a glass of water. Quietly making my way down the stairs, I listen carefully to make sure no one woke up. I let out a sigh of relief when I hear Luke's snoring from his room.

I finish my glass of water, and get back to bed hurriedly. I'm asleep almost instantly.

I was woken by a bright light. My eyes flutter open, and I see the sun shining brightly through the window. Stretching, I sit up and rub my eyes. When I'm fully awake, I take a deep breath and throw my legs over the side of the bed. I catch sight of my beeping phone and pick it up. A message from Luke.

I'll be home at ten tonight. Your Mom wont b home till midnight. Be there and delete this from your phone. A sob catches in my throat as I read.

I quickly delete the text, and go down stairs. It says it's ten on the stove clock. I walk over to the pantry and pull out the scale Luke keeps hidden in there for me. I step on it. 97 lbs. I couldn't afford to sneak breakfast, I was to close to 100. Well ten hours till I have to meet Simon, and I got the house to myself. Smiling, I plop down on the couch and turn on the TV.

I watch TV all day, a luxury I rarely enjoyed. I skip lunch so I might be able to drink something at the club tonight. Around six thirty I take a shower and blow dry my hair so at the very least my red hair won't be frizzy. I put it in a side pony tail, and go to my closet to find a nice dress. I find a red one that I had out grown about a year ago, and had been waiting in my closet for the little girl next door to grow into it. That had been twenty pounds ago though. I easily slipped into it now.

Adding some black flats, and a little mascara I was as ready as I ever would be and it was seven forty. I take one more look in the mirror, and I want to cry. I had been honestly pretty at one point. Now I was a scrawny girl with flat hair and makeup covering my skin. I force myself to look away, and hurry to the door.

I called a taxi, my Mom couldn't afford to buy a car when I turned sixteen. Besides it was Newyork,who drived? It was about a fifteen minute drive from my apartment to Pandemonium. Simon was already waiting for me. "Hey Fray," he says smiling as I get out the cab. "You wearin' that old dress again?" he asks eyeing my red dress. I look down pretending to be surprised. "Oh yea! I lost a few pounds I guess. Didn't even realize this was that old thing," I laugh and then hurry past him to the door.

"Clary, just a few pounds?" he asks doubtfully.

"Yea Si, I'm fine. Come on, I have to be home by ten." Simon looks a little worried, but follows me through the door. Someone pushes past us, and I look up to see a blue haired guy standing there. A cute blue haired guy. I smile at him as he turns back to hurriedly apologize. He doesn't smile back but goes on his way into the crowd of dancing people. I sigh, oh well. No one wants the skinny sixteen year old with a twelve year old body.

I pull out my phone and set a timer for nine thirty. "We have an hour and thirty minutes. Let's do this," I say following the blue haired guy's lead and walking into the crowd. Simon laughs and follows. I see a table with some margaritas, and pick up two handing one to Simon. Taking a sip, I step back onto the dance floor. A wisp of blue hair distracts me though. I try to nonchalantly walk towards him.

Then I catch sight of a pretty girl with long black hair, and I see the blue haired guy eyeing her. Well... she is beautiful, and muscular and tall. In fact she's perfect. She gestures him over, and he goes over and leans in as if to kiss her. Something silver starts to... unravel from her wrist? I unconsciously take a step forward to get a better look, but they don't even spare a glance in my direction.

"Dammit, I should have known," The guy growls looking at the snake like thing coming towards him. The girl just smile devilishly. I can hear Simon calling me, but I can't tear my eyes from the scene before me. Two black shadows are now approaching. As they get closer I can make out two guys, one with golden hair and one with black hair, yhe one with black hair resembling the girl with the bracelet.

They move towards the guy, who now has the silver bracelet wrapped all the way around him, and looks to be in need of some oxygen as his face was becoming the color of his hair. I look around me, is no one else seeing this? The guy with the blonde hair pulls out a sword like object. "Balthazar," he screams, the name seemingto be a password to make the sword glow. "Good work Isabelle," the black haired guy congratulates the girl who now has a name. Isabelle nods, barely even acknowledging this. "Any last words?" the blonde haired guy asks the boy on the floor.

Murder?! I'm internally screaming, but still can't move. "Jace," Isabelle says rolling her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic." Jace grins, "Well it's only fair. I'd want to have some. Though I never am in this situation as I am pretty great." Over confident much? Without another word Jace launches the sword forward and... And I'm not really sure what happens then. The blue haired boy... melts? Explodes? And I... I scream. Loud.

Jace's grin disappears as he looks towards me, and Simon appears behind me. "Clary? Clary, what's wrong?" His voice sounds very distant as he ask me this. "Did you-did you see that? Him, the boy. Jace, that blonde boy he killed him. I... look Simon just look." When I turn Simon towards them, he looks as if he can't see anything. Looks right through Jace in fact.

Now that I'm looking I notice something that almost sends me running. There's no body. What did that sword do to him!? Simon turns to me, "Come on Clary, I think it's time to get you home. You've had too much to drink." Drink! I didn't even get to drink anything, my drink was broken on the ground in front of me. "What drink! Simon, can't you see them?" He doesn't respond, he just takes my arm and drags me toward the front door.

I don't fight it, maybe all those blows from Luke had really gotten to me. Simon signals a cab, and pushes me in first. It doesn't take long to get home. I rest my head one more time on Simon's shoulder before I get out. "Get some rest Fray." I nod. "I will, sorry I ruined your night."

He smiles, "My night wasn't ruined. But if you wanted to get my attention, an imaginary murder scene wasn't really the right angle. Maybe try for a bikini biker kinda look." He winks at me, and the cab drives off.

Rolling my eyes, I start up the stairs to my apartment. My crazy old neighbor's cat was wondering around. When I get to the apartment, I check the time on my phone. Nine twenty nine. Were we really already there for an hour and a half? It didn't seem like that long. I sigh and turn off the timer I had set earlier. When I open the door, I almost gasp in surprise. Luke is sitting there. "Where have you been?" My palms start sweating and I wipe them on my dress. "I…I…uh."