The Asylum

by CupcakeQueen1066

'During my stay, I found what it feels like to love someone with your whole self, to love them unconditionally! Ill never forgive Valentine for what he did but I thank him for allowing me to figure out what love is. To find myself again.' Her whole life was ripped apart by her father, but can she find it in her to trust again? To love him? *May contain abuse & scenes of violence*

2. 582

Hope you all enjoy my first chapter (official)!

Jace Pov

'She won't fucking shut up! I took this job here because they said, 'You don't have to do too much Raphael! Don't worry!'. Ha- Jace keep a hold of her for fuck sake!'

I was restraining a red head on the gurney, Raph wasn't even doing anything. The girl was shouting about something saying, 'It wasn't me' and 'He killed her'. What was I supposed to do? You're not supposed to talk to them!
'Oh for fucking Gods sake...' Raphael pulled back his fist and smashed the her temple, knocking her out. As her head fell to her right shoulder, I noticed a scar that ran from behind her ear to just around her neck. It was bright red, so it was quite recent, but I could see someone had tried to follow the trail of a scar already there.

We took her to room 582.

Clary PoV

3years ago (15 years old)

'Clary? Clary hun? my mum was looking at my face yet I couldn't look into her eyes. I felt ashamed. My dress was tangled high on my thighs, my underwear in the corner of a room. But that wasn't why I was ashamed. Not because of my farthers obsession, my farther raping me, but because I allow him to hurt my mum. This time she had a black eye and a cut lip, But I had the brunt of his anger this time.

He was reading a letter, muttering, as I walked silently into his office, an amber coloured whisky in my hand.'Clarissa? You wouldn't betray me like that whore of a wife? Would you?'
'I mutely shook my head, as he stood and walked towards me, un doing his belt and trousers.
'Your mothers a fucking traitorous slut! But your a good girl aren't you Clary?'
I nodded.
He dropped his trousers and boxers leaving them around his ankles as he pushed me against a wall.
'Daddy please don't!' I begged him, even though I knew it was futile. 'Please...' I trailed off as he tortured me mentally. Physically.

After he was done and dressed himself again, he got angrey as I was crying. 'Stop crying Clarissa! Its unbecoming of a woman!' He walked out.

that was an hour ago, so me and mum didn't expect him to come in again for another couple of hours at least. We never saw him with a gun standing behind her.