Hey guys well this story is all about Clary being abused by valentine and she is into art and motorbikes also she can kick ass.

Anyway i dont own any of these characters they all belong to Cassandra Clare.

Life of Hell

I woke up and looked around my room; with its dull looking curtains and how none of it has really changed ever since I moved in it. I had a plain bed with white sheets and colourless walls with no posters, and the only form of entertainment I had was my favourite book-Pride and Prejudice. My father said that's all a twelve year old girl really needs.

"Clary, come here right now!" Screamed my father Valentine.

My father used to be a kind man, until my mother left him. She left him because she didn't want to stay around and see the monster he would turn into, as she was leaving she came to me. She gave me a hug, kissed my head and said in a voice so soft and gentle I forgot about nearly everything- "I love you, so much."

And yet each waking hour since that day I ponder on why she said she loved me. Because if you really loved someone you wouldn't leave them alone with an abusive jerk.

"Clary, now!" He called again, getting angrier by the second.

I bolted out from my room to the small kitchen where my father was sitting. I looked around at the peeling paint from the walls and the table at which my father was at. I stood in the doorway, stopped and waited for my father's instructions that I must fulfil today. They must be done not well, but perfectly unless I wanted to go to school and be asked a hundred questions as to why I have so many bruises and scars.

The reason my father hated me so much was because I looked too like my mother and right now he hated her for leaving, so all his anger was exerted on me.

"Clary, what took you so long to get here? I called you once and then again. I shouldn't need to waist my breath on you more than once. You pathetic child, do you understand?" His voice though not raised held so much venom that I flinched.

"Yes father." I said my voice so small it was barely audible.

"Good, now go out to the back, mow the lawn and come back inside for your next job."

"But father it is too hot for any living thing to be out there, I will burn if I go." As soon as the words left my mouth I wished I could swallow them back up.

"Did you just hear what I said?" His voice rose with every word. "I told you to go and cut the grass." Now he was standing and advancing to me, I knew what was going to happen next. "Don't you ever talk back to me, ever!"

Slam! His fist collided with my face and I wish I had just fallen down because now he shoved me to the ground and smashed my head on the door.

"Now go outside and do as you're told!" With that he turned and stormed into his study room.

My face was already swelling and I could feel the trickle of blood going down the back of my neck. I slowly and painfully stood up, went up to my room and found an old shirt that I used as a tourniquet.

I quickly went outside and mowed the lawn to the best of my ability and when I finished I fetched my father to look at the lawn that was now perfectly manicured. He stepped out on the porch, he took one small glance at the lawn turned to me and slapped his hand across my already hurt face.

"You believe you are done. Think again, you are to have no drink of any form until this lawn is complete." Then he stormed off once again leaving me in a bloody pile on the floor.

The day passed by slowly and painfully, with more chores and more beatings. When I could finally go to bed I had a quick shower because I've now learnt that more than one minute under the shower will result in another beating.

I crawled into bed with the strength of a dead body, thankfully sleep came quickly but I knew the peace would not last any longer than a few hours, and these few hours were precious because these few hours are the only things that are still rightfully mine.

4 years later...

I quickly had a shower, threw on clothes and made my breakfast. I grabbed my school bag, which contained my art book, pencils and other books like math, English and all other boring stuff. I quickly tried to sneak out of the house without being detected by my father and was unsuccessful.

"Clary, where do you think you're going?" Valentine asked in his strong, freighting voice.

"I'm going to school f-father." Every time I called him father I wanted to kick myself, there is no way in hell that I'm related to that... thing.

He turned and left and I dashed out that door and met Simon at the front gates of the school.

Simon and his family have been there for me, ever since I could remember. He's always asking how my father has been treating me and if I'm okay. Every time I have a new mark on me he looks at it and kisses it better, he's like the brother I've never had. Also like I said Simon is my best friend, and he's amazingly cute and adored by nearly every girl in the school. With his big yes and messy but cute hair.

"Hey gorgeous." Simon said as he came to kiss my cheek.

"Hey beautiful." I said back and accepted his kiss.

"Nice clothes." He said appraising what he had bought me since I was pretty unable to buy myself clothes and Valentine wouldn't allow me to.

"Thanks Simon," Sincerity filling my voice. "For everything."

"No problem." He said hugging me.

Just then the bell rang and we broke apart, said goodbye and headed off for class. The day dragged on and felt as if it was never going to end, when finally the bell that signalled the end of the school day rang and I bolted to my locker. I dumped everything I didn't need off and ran to the car park to meet Simon.

I saw him leaning on his metallic blue Aprilia RSV and right next to him was my Ducati 848 which was covered in black and gold. I kept my bike with Simon for many reason one of them being Valentine would kill me if he knew I had one, least of all fixed and tuned them as my job.

Yeah, I guess you could say I was a total grease monkey. I could take this whole bike apart, clean it and put it together again.

"So to the garage?" I asked.

"To the garage." Simon said lifting a finger in the air as if he were an explorer of some sort.

We both worked at the same place and pleaded the owner to let us work at the same time. I popped on my helmet secured my bag and got on the bike, Simon and I both left the school together and once the coast was clear had a little race.

I don't really know why I loved being on my bike so much, I guess it was because it made me feel free and just forget all about Valentine and his beatings. Although I really didn't need to worry about him anymore because I've been taking lessons in Karate and learnt a lot of street fighting. Though for some reason I let him hurt me and I think it's because if I don't let him do it then he will get me while I sleep.

We reached the garage, parked our bikes and took our helmets off laughing. We both changed into old jeans and shirts and got to work. Somehow when I'm here with Simon and some other friends I just forget about everything, Valentine and the lot. Life seems simply peaceful.

I woud love to know what you think and would love at least five reviews giving any suggestions and yeah well i hope you liked it.

TruelueAngel