So this is my first fanfiction ever. It came to me in a dream so I hope you like it. I'm from Norway so excuse me if something is written wrong.
Cassandra Clare owns all the characters involved.
Chapter 1
Alec is on his way home from Magnus. He has been staying there a week now. He is only going home because his father said he had to. Since his father found out about his relationship with Magnus, he has been so bad to him. Just as he walks in the door to the Institute, someone hit him in the stomach. He crumples to the floor, but is fast pulled up again and dragged to the basement. "So you have decided to move in with that filthy Downworlder," Robert said. "It's okay since you are not my son anymore." Alec knew that his father hated him for being gay, but he had never though that it would go this far. He was being pushed down to the floor. "You are just as bad as that filthy Downworlder, you faggot." Did he just call me faggot? "Take of your shirt." When Alec hesitated, he could feel a foot on his ribs. He could hear the ribs breaking and he tried to scream, but nothing came out.
"Now, take your shirt off." Alec did as he was told this time. "Now, go and stand against the wall with the back against me." He once again did as he was told. He knew what was going to happen. The same thing that had happened every time Izzy and Jace was away. He was going to be whipped. This was the reason he hadn't taken the next step with Magnus. He didn't want him to see how he actually looked like. "You fag!" He heard and then he felt the whip against his back and could feel the blood running over the many scars he already had. He had never screamed so high before. Maybe that had something to with the fact that he had 3 or 4 broken ribs too. The whip came again and again. He couldn't stand anymore. He was no lying on the floor on his back. He knew it hurt, but he didn't have the energy to turn around. He had never been whipped on his chest before, but his father didn't care anymore. The whip came against his chest and he could feel the whip on his broken ribs. This hurt so much. He felt the whip again and this time it was too much. His vision became blurry and he could feel the whip one last time, before he passed out.
Alec woke up. He was still in the basement. His back and chest hurt so much. He got up and took his t-shirt on again. This was too much. He had to get away from here. He walked up to his room trying not to make any noises. He packed all the clothes he had in a bag and some other important things too like weapons. Never could he come back to this place again. He probably looked like a mess. More than usual. Izzy and Jace would be home later this week, so he wrote a note and left it in Izzy' room. He knew she would be devastated that he moved without saying something to her. But he had to get away now. Alec could feel the blood running down his chest and back. He had to do something with them right now. The only person he could go to was living just ten minutes away from the Institute. He could easily walk there before, but now he wasn't that sure. He was already starting to break down again, but he couldn't stop now. He looked back on his room one last time before he started walking down the stairs. He didn't see Robert so he just walked out of the Institute. He never looked back again. He walked to Clary' house. She was the only one he could trust about this. She had herself had a father that abused her. He just reached the door and managed to knock before he passed out again.
So what do you think? Please leave a comment. It's coming more chapters.