Hi hi hii! This is my very first fanfiction story please don't judge me too harshly if I make noobish mistakes xD also, English is not my first language so bare with me! I do love feedback though so leave reviews pleease!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own TMI *cries* that lovely masterpiece belongs to the lovely miss Cassandra Clare!

Beginning details: When Clary was born she was immediately placed under the protection of SD-13, a secret black ops division of the United States government. They classified her as a NCB-009. No one really knows what it means except that its highly classified information. When she was four, Valentine kidnapped her and raised her on his compound. Valentine was an extremely abusive father and although on the outside she made have seemed like a princess, once she passed through those gold and silver wrought-iron gates, Clary was a prisoner. When SD-13 receives new intel on Valentine's whereabouts, the dysfunctional family is forced on the road again. His vast wealth and power make slipping through the agency's fingers easy and soon they are arriving in Newport, Oregon. Here, Clary is forced to start a whole new life at a new school, once again. It's nothing new, the whole new identities, different cities, new schools, and extreme makeovers, but maybe this time, just maybe, it'll be her last.

WARNING: the following contains adult content such as rape and abuse. It is not intended for younger audiences, please be advised before reading.

"Clarissa! You think you can hide from me?! I will find you!"

Valentine's booming voice echoed off the walls of the lavishly decorated mansion. Clary's hands were shaking uncontrollably as she crouched down in the back of her closet. Tears were already streaming down her porcelain cheeks, and he hadn't even found her yet. Squeezing her eyes shut, she prayed that he would calm down and forget about her.

But he wouldn't.

Seconds later and the door standing between her and uncertain death, was wrenched off its hinges and cast to the side of the room. Everything stopped: her heart, her breath, time, the world. She completely froze. Maybe if I don't move-

"There you are" he sneered, grabbing her tiny frail body roughly by the waist and dragging her out of the closet.

"No! Stop it! Please!" she cried, snapping out of her trance and back into survival mode. Her fingernails dug into the hard-wood flooring, leaving long uneven scratches all over the floor of her newly polished room. "I promise, I didn't say anything, I didn't…I wouldn't s-say anything please! Believe me! I would never lie to you! PAPA PLEASE" Clary's high soprano voice screeched frantically.

She regretted it the moment it left her lips.

Papa.

"You do not EVER call me that!" he spat, bringing his hand hard across her cheek. "And furthermore" he continued, shaking her roughly and pulling her close to his chest "You! Don't Tell ME! What to do!" his voice was powerful and venomous, sending shivers all along her spine.

"Bu-" the word's hadn't even left her lips before she was reduced to a blur of crimson curls flying across the room. Searing pain shot through her head as the edge of an ornately decorated gold chest connected with the back of her head. Clary's body slumped to the side, her hands slowly inching their way up to where the chest had no doubt split open her head. She winced slightly as her long slender fingers brushed lightly over the wound.

Blood poured generously from the gash, soaking through her thin pastel blouse within seconds. "Get up you little bitch! I'm tired of hearing you complain. Come on, Get!" he yelled, kicking her side. She flipped over on to her stomach, struggling to push her weight off the ground. "I said GET UP!" he screamed, grabbing a handful of her crimson curls and pulling her to her feet. A silent scream escaped her lips as she stumbled a bit, trying to regain her balance before leaning against the bed post. "I received a report today that the CIA is coming. APPARENTLY someone contacted them from THIS location" he snapped, slapping her hard across the face. The blow knocked her to her knees and she knew that it would take everything she had to get up again. He wasted no time, pulling her up with the same tactics and punching her right in the stomach. This time, instead of falling to the ground like her body willed, Valentine held her upright and continued to beat her, over and over "You will NOT disobey me…EVER! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I've given you EVERYTHING a girl could ever want and still! You choose to defy me?!" Clary's head bobbed up and down lazily, trying hard to focus as the spots began to cloud her vision. "Y-yes papa" she mumbled as blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

Her words tempered his rage, causing him to cease the seemingly endless beating. Clary was sure to have bruises lining the entirety of her body the next morning. She breathed a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall as his grip on her loosened. "Lay down" he breathed in a low intimidating voice, pointing to the plush four-poster bed that sat in the center of the room. His loud and thunderous attitude was terrifying, but when Valentine was quiet was when he got dangerous. Her face paled, loosing almost all of her motor functions as she willed her legs to slump towards the bed. Halfway between her and the mattress and Valentine got impatient, picking her frail body up and throwing it over his shoulder. As he laid her down, he waisted no time. Starting with her ruined blouse, then moving on to her bra. She kicked as he peeled off her jeans but Clary was in no shape to fight him off. Her resistance lasted all of 4 seconds until he had her restrained.

Before her brain could even register what was happening, Clary was screaming. Loud, deafening, anguished cries. Pain. Pain was all she could feel, all she could think of. It wasn't the first time Valentine had violated her, but never like this. Penetration was the one thing even he had not done. Her fingernails dug into his back as he pumped in and out of her roughly. It felt like he was ripping her apart from the inside out. And all she could do was obey and wait for it to be over.

— Time Lapse —

"Oh Clarissa my dear, you never cease to disappoint" Valentine cooed in a soft voice, caressing the side of her face adoringly. That was the thing about Valentine, he could switch in an instant. One moment he was a raging psychopath, and the next he was the most loving and devoted father. "Be sure to shower and pack your things. Oh! But leave the heavy stuff. We don't need any more weight slowing us down." he smiled, rolling over to the opposite side of the bed and fetching his clothes.

"We leave in an hour. Don't make me call for you Clarissa." the edge in his voice returning. With that, he crossed the room quickly and shut the door, leaving a frail and detached Clary panting into the silky sheets now soaked in sweat.

Alriighty, so I know it was kinda short (I promise in the future they will be longer) and it was basically just an abuse scene, but I needed to give the introduction to this portion of her life before getting to all the fun stuff. :) I also realized that I bounced around from 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person, in the future (next chapter) it will all be in 1st person-Clary's POV.

PLEASE R&R! I need some serious feedback and ideas for what you want to read and whatnot. Thank you

-The Unpublished Dreamer