1. The bathroom

Clary Fray stared at herself in front of the mirror. Her shirt was off and she held the blade in her hand. Blood was pouring from her stomach. She wondered if this time she had cut to deep, but she couldn't tell. The pain felt so wonderful. She reached under the sink and into to cabinet to pull out some absorbent fabric and some tape. She taped the fabric to her stomach and the blood immediately soaked threw.

She heard a knock on the door and sucked in a breath. Clary knew who it was immediately. Her torturer. Someone she was more afraid of then anybody else in the world. It was something no thirteen year old should've had to feel but here she was with her shirt off and her stomach was bleeding.

"Come in." She whispered softly.

Her brother Jonathon slowly opened the door and shut it very softly and locked it. She gulped and covered her breasts. There wasn't anything really to cover up though. Her breast had barely started to develop seeing she was behind in the puberty stage of life. As Jon walked towards her she found herself backing up and soon hit the counter top of the sink.

"It's okay little sister. I won't hurt you."

He was in front of her in seconds. His six foot five figure stood over her four foot eleven one. His strong hands removes hers from her chest and then he noticed the band aides on her chest.

"Baby," He whispered "why did you do this to yourself."

She refused to look at him. She wanted to scream at him, to hit him, to hurt him. She wanted to ask why he did this to her. Why couldn't he just get one of the girls he went to college with to do this with? Why her?

"Please, Clary." He pleaded.

When she refused to speak to him his eyes shown with sadness. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make the pain go away. You can forget the people who made you do this."

He kissed her lips though she didn't kiss him back. From the past couple weeks Clary had discovered Jon was persistent and he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

But Clary was twelve times more stubborn.

He continued trying to kiss her, and when that didn't work he began to grind on her small body which with his height, he was grinding her stomach.

He sighed giving up and rested his forehead against hers.

"Clary, please just let me make you feel better." He whispered. "Please, I want to be gentle, I really do. Don't make me great crazy like I did the other day. I don't want to hurt you again."

She nodded her head. She hated herself for letting him do what he was about to but she didn't have another choice. He had threatened to kill her the first time he had done this. She had struggled and three days ago had she only decided to stop.

Jon had almost killed her from being so rough. He had almost choked her to death, and she had the bruises to prove it. She knew what happened when he got too frustrated and she didn't want to go there.

Her gently kissed her lips again and barely, just barely did she move hers along with his. He pulled back and smiled gently and brushed a piece of her curly red hair from her face.

"Just go with it, baby. You'll like it, I promise."

He kissed he a little more forcefully and she responded the same. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she involuntarily moaned. He smirked triumphantly and his mouth trailed to her ear and nibbled on the end of it. Her lust went agaisnt her mind and she tugged his white hair closer to her. "See," He whispered "you like it."

He put his arms under her knees and lifted her on the counter while still kissing her so she was easier to access instead of him having to bend down so far. He pulled away out a breath and quickly. "I won't hurt you, with the cuts will I?"

She shook her head knowing he would just get angry if she didn't. He had been like this before, but when she told him she was afraid he would hurt her, he made sure he did.

"Good, because I need you now little sister."

He grabbed her hand and placed it hardly on his crotch. He them moved his lips down to her neck and sucked roughly. She kept her hand where he placed it but was to shocked to move it.

"Clary." He growled in a threatening tone which automatically made her do what he wanted.

She touched him through the pants and felt him began to harden. She began to pull down his pants knowing it was what he wanted. Jonathon moaned agaisnt her neck and his hand slipped down to the bottom portion of her body. He dipped one single finger onto her sweet spot and she yelped. Jon smirked down at her.

She had to focus. This was about what he wanted ,not her! She didn't want to make him angry with her for not pleasing him. She wrapped her small hand around his man hood and began to move it slowly back and forth. Jon let out a low moan as she pumped him.

"Faster!" Jon groaned.

She did what he wanted and moved faster and when his hands clamped down on hers to stop her she was kinda shocked. "I don't want this to be all the fun we have tonight." He said dirtily.

He picked her up and carried her out and of the door and practically threw her on her bed. He laid down and crawled towards her but stopped when his face neared her crouch. He looked up into her eyes and slowly pulled her tight jeans shorts from her body. He began to rub the outside of her panties and she moaned. Jon smiled triumphantly and took those off to.

Without warning he buried his face in her area and she screamed from pleasure. "I can't be quiet Jon! It feels to good!" She yelled.

He continued to do what her was doing to her until she almost reached he peak. He moved up her body so they were face to face. He kissed her and Clary tasted herself on him. It was disgusting.

Be positioned himself above he and slowly slid in. He started slow and it drove her crazy. He speed up until her was pounding into her. They did that for quiet some time before he rubbed her clit so fastly she exploded. He then made her suck him until he came undone in her mouth. That was disgusting as well.

Once they had calmed down Jon lay in her bed holding Clary against him. Clary wished he would just leave. One she needed to change her bandages. And two she wanted to cut some more to make up for what she had just done.

Johnathon pulled her closer from her stomach. Clary let out a sqeak in pain and Jon immediately let her go.

"Shit Clary, I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to! What can I do to make it better!" He sounded sincere for once.

"I'm fine, Jon really. But since you asked-"

"Oh god here we go." He smiled sweetly at her.

"I want to take Simon to a concert for his birthday tomorrow and mom was gonna take us but she can't now so I was wondering if you could?"

He kissed her temple, "Anything for you."

The beginning of Clace shall be next chapter! I love love love love love Clace! Even more then I love Reveiws! So make me happy with Reveiws and I'll make you happy with more Clace fluffiness!

-Kisses