Ok so this is my new story, and it's an autobiography of sorts, so please don't hate me too much for the "lack of originality", and this is MAJORLY TRIGGER WARNING! Hell it hurts to write but it's going to (hopefully) be good, and as always I don't own the Mortal Instruments if I did I'd have Jace and Magnus, as well as maybe Jonathon for desert each night ;)

Chapter 1

Oh god, he's home she thought as she scrambled to get up to the house hoping to sneak in and into the house before her step father caught her. Keeping her long curly red hair in the way of her pale and slightly bruising already face, she already knew the school called him so there was no way of being able to get away with it for long, she was just really hoping that it had been her mom who picked up but no cigar as she heard her step father's booming voice as soon as she stepped foot into the house –quietly she might add- "Clarissa! You wouldn't believe who I got a call from not even three hours ago!" He yelled at her as he walked into the room, the booming six foot four monster who haunted her nightmares every night, she stood short, shorter than short, much like her mother who did nothing and sat in the corner as she watched her boyfriend handle her kids.

She looked up at him trying to keep her hair in her face as she smiled weakly, her traitorous brother sneaking past them and sneaking up the shitty stairs to their room, the neighbors playing music loudly already knowing what had happened at school "I don't know daddy, the bill collectors?" She tried with her small voice knowing that it was going to be even worse for "back-talking", soon his hand with the belt wrapped around it was coming flying at her face, wrapping around it before he pulled back again. Her face already stinging and undoubtedly already starting to welt up from the harsh leather belt, getting smacked quickly. He boomed over her small figure and started yelling at her "If you can't keep your hands to yourself at school I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine" He started to kick her, she kept from screaming out for a few kicks until he gripped her hair harshly, causing her scream to echo in the crappy apartment they were staying in. He gripped her hair and pushed her against the wall, trapped between his body and the wall, he growled ferociously in her ear "You like to push other people around? Does it make you feel big and bad?" He pulled back, slowly lifting her in the air as he was expecting an answer.

"I don't know, does it make you feel good beating on your wife and kids?" She smart mouthed back then closed her eyes saying shit in her head as he turned from mad to livid as she back talked him. She opened them slowly only to see his huge fist coming to her face, it almost knocked her out and she prayed to God above that it would knock her out. He threw her on the ground grabbing her leg when she tried to get up and run away, causing another scream to come out of the petite red heads mouth. He pulled her up grabbing the previously discarded belt and started to beat her with it, wherever he could get the scrambling, and screaming girl. Barely being able to hear the music over how loud she was being she tried to be quieter as he continued to beat her, her pale white skin already having welts all over it, knowing she's not going to be able to sit straight later on. After he grows tired of swinging he throws the little girl towards the stairs "Go up to your room I don't want to see you for the rest of the night" she nods sniffling knowing if she doesn't stop he'll be back to "whopping" her again.

She shuffles up the stairs slowly, him already starting to turn his music up loudly, knowing he'll forget all about it in a minute she goes up to her room to change out of her school clothes into some play ones. She puts on a tank top throwing a regular shirt over it, then pulls on some short shorts throwing jeans above them. After she pulls up her hair not caring who sees any of the marks on her pale skin, she walks back down the stairs, thankfully not limping or shuffling this time. She didn't even bother to look in the mirror this time, and is glad to see him outside working on the Lincoln. Not even working on the beautiful car but cleaning it, she looks over at her mother who's sitting on the couch listening to music and playing video games, and silently curses how much she looks like her. "Hey mommy, I'm going outside to play with my friends ok?" Her mother nods distractedly and says "Tell your dad as well Clary" Clary nods and goes outside yelling to her mother's boyfriend who she is made to call dad or daddy "I'm gonna go hang out with my friends" He waves her off not even giving a shit if she's okay or not and goes back to waxing his car.

She goes to where she knows her friends are smoking weed and quickly takes off her normal shirt and pants throwing them into the back of their stolen car, and goes over to her fifteen year old boyfriend sitting on his lap, not even ashamed of her bruised and beaten skin around anyone who lives in this bad neighborhood. She lays her head on his and takes a long drag of the joint he gives her, him immediately starting to kiss and suck on her neck. Their friend TJ looks over and laughs at the small girl "Bro, you know she's jail bait, not to mention her father would kill you if he caught you two" He laughs thinking it's funny, and goes back to kissing the girl beside him. What more could you expect from ghetto people, they don't really care, just along for the ride, every one of us having been ruined and shunned from childbirth.

Her boyfriend finally stopped pleasing her neck and took his joint back from her "So how pissed was daddy that you got into another fight at school, did he say something along the lines as 'that's the third one this week and its only Monday' like he usually does, or just beat you senseless" He asked, his eyes softening slightly as he looked over her young beaten body, he usually wouldn't go for someone only eight, but hell she was white and cute. Every guy at our school wanted her as well, knowing she'd probably go to be with one of them soon.

"No, he didn't even let me explain that it was him who hit me first and was making fun of me just because I'm white. It's not fair" She said turning on his lap so that both of her short legs were on either side of his waist and looked up at him, knowing she was showing off her slim body "Why can't I be black like all of you? I mean I'm beaten enough and already feel and talk black so why does it matter" His hands were sliding around her waist as she was talking and he gripped the back of her neck lightly yet tightly at the same time.

"Because you aren't black babe, trust me if you lived anywhere else you'd love being white, but you just got stuck in the worst place for a white person, but don't worry we like you. Truly they do too, it's just you probably said somethin that pissed him off." He shrugged then kissed her harshly, sliding one hand up her back feeling it swollen up from her father, he used his grip to pull her towards him starting to make her grind on him. He was already hard just from sitting there with that pretty white ass on him and smirked when she started doing what he wanted immediately. He picked her up easily and brought her back into the crack house everyone practically lived in, going to one of the bedrooms and laying her on the bed. He kissed down her neck and yanked off the tank top she was wearing, seeing her perfect little chest on display for him to touch and please as he wants knowing she'll never tell him no, neither being in love with each other just wanting fun. He slide his mouth to her already pink pert nipples and began to suck and lick on them, listening to her moans of pleasure, as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist grinding on his already straight rock hard cock. He already knew that she was too white to let him actually fuck her, but he was alright with just being able to get that small white mouth wrapped around his cock eventually.

He slid his mouth down her body already being able to tell she's wet through her shorts, that barely cover any of her ass, and damn did she have a black girl's ass on a white girl's body. He yanked them down her short legs tossing them aside, then kissed up her bruised sore legs towards her sweet white pink pussy. He yanked down the innocent yet incredibly dirty thong and tossed it aside as he started to kiss her where she's been wanting him. He was right, she was already wet and he continued pleasing her, her hand made it inside his pants and boxers starting to rub him, already hard in her hand. He already knew what he was doing while she was just starting out, she hadn't lived here long enough, she was still a virgin, sort of, and one slip of his finger inside her hole told him so. They could smell the crack and fried chicken cooking in the other room but neither made note of it, as she screamed his name finally cumming in his mouth and on his fingers. He made note of how high she went and what it sounded like as he grunted her name cumming on her small hand inside his pants.

She looked up at him when he rested his now naked body above her, and kissed her hard "Will I get to fuck you today my red headed bitch?" He asked her, kissing her neck and biting the back of it hard, knowing her dad wouldn't look there, she shook her head no and slid out from underneath him starting to put on her clothes "No sorry babe, gotta get back home and look after my mom and big brother, but I'll see you tomorrow, if you decide to go to school?" She asked kissing him after they both got dressed. He shrugged and they walked out of the room, her blushing slightly as the guys who were sitting around smoking and snorting wolf whistled at them, Daquand her friend pulled her into his lap and whispered in her ear "When are you going to let me have a chance at that white ass babe" She shrugged and got off his lap with some difficulty.

"Guys I have to go, Valentine will get mad if I'm not home soon y'all know that" She walked over to the door, already dreading going home. "Hey, y'all are makin sure no one tells the cops right? I know what happens to snitches here, but make sure no one does." All the guys, who are much older and smarter than her nod saluting her then watch her leave, showing that white ass as she walks. When she gets outside she goes to the car and gets her clothes out of it, pulling them on then running home as the first street light starts to turn on. She barely makes it inside when the one in front of her house turns on and sighs in relief dashing up the stairs before her father got a chance to smell the sex on her.

She washed herself thoroughly making sure to put on clean shorts and a real shirt then made her way down to dinner. Yay she thought, actually a complete meal for once, they were having fried tortillas and corn. She sat down and they all prayed together giving the eloquence of a real happy family, then she looked over at her older brother and sighed when she saw a slap mark on his cheek, already knowing who gave it to him. "Johnathon, what happened to your cheek bro, looks like you got knocked the freak out" She remembered to censor her words when it came to her father and sighed slightly in the back of her mind, dreading when everyone else finally went to bed.

At nine o'clock the 'fun' ended and her and her brother got sent up to their rooms "Night bro" she said as she walked into the room and tried to lock the shitty lock again with no luck, she laid in her bed and finally got to go to sleep. After a couple hours she was being awoken to the feeling of someone yanking down her pants down her legs, she laid there as her dad flipped her onto her back and whispered in her ear "You're so beautiful" as he pulled up her shirt, starting to bite and suck on her nipples making them hard in his much older and skilled mouth. She laid there letting him do whatever he wanted to her not making a sound, she couldn't help the sharp gasp she gave out when he slid into her. She bit her lip to keep from crying still giving off the persona that she's sleeping as he keeps whispering how good she feels, and how beautiful she is while he fucks her "sleeping" body. Finally he's done, he pulls out of her kissing her roughly then whispers "I love you" in her ear, then walks back out, leaving her to clean herself up before her mother comes into her room to wake her up for school in a few hours. She falls asleep once again, wishing that she was dead and praying to never wake up again.

Ok so let me hear y'alls thoughts? And don't judge too harshly on this one, it's going to slowly get better the more I write it and get into it, I know it's a little choppy right now, so sorry, but I thought it'd be a good idea to write about and I'm not quite sure how I'm feeling about it right now. No Clary and the guy she was with aren't racist, they live in a ghetto neighborhood, for those of you lucky people who have never lived in one, it's an all-black (white ones are called white trash, not ghetto) neighborhood that lives where crime etc. is an everyday occurrence, ask me any questions you have that don't make any sense and let me know what you want to see happen as always, and thank you for taking time to read it :)