Sorry for the previous chapter being sooo short. The 1st chapter was just to explain the beginning of the abuse Clary is going to receive from her father and what had led up to what is going on now. Normally, I wouldn't write such short chapters, so yet again, I apologize for the inconvenience of that chapter. Now, for the part we all want. :p

My retched screams pierced the silence of the house. He kept hitting me and he wouldn't stop.
"God dammit Clarissa!" The voice haunted me.
"I'm so sor-" I couldn't say anymore. Pain struck my body; blood trickled down my arm, staining my shirt. Out of the blurriness, my father grasped a knife firmly in his hand.
I started to cry by instinct. Ever since my mother had drowned in the river, my father, Valentine, had been this way. He blamed me for her death and would accept nothing else.
Valentine fell against the wall sobbing. "Why Jocelyn? Why her instead of you?" He managed to get out.
In pain, I managed to get off the cold tile. My stomach turned in disagreement from the blood loss. I staggered as quick as I could to my room and locked the door, and then addressing my cuts on my arm. A few of them were probably going to need stitches. I put some makeshift bandages for the moment around my arm. Content with what I had done, I reached for my iPhone and dialed Simon, my cousin.
He answered right away.
"Hey Si."
"What's up?"
"Uh-uhm.." I had to make up another excuse. I couldn't tell him now, "I fell in some glass and my arm is all cut up, can you drive me to the hospital?"
"Yeah, one moment. I'll be right over."
"Okay thanks Si. I appreciate it again."
"No prob." He hung up.
I hated lying about my life, what my father does to me. I could never find the right time to do it though.
Not five minutes later, his truck appeared in the driveway and I made a beeline for the door. Valentine had gotten up and was blocking my path to get out.
"So you called Simon? What for? Are you trying to leave?"
"No sir," I cried, "I was supposed to meet him at the cafe over an hour ago. He must've driven over and when I saw him pull in I remembered."
"One time." He said, "I'll let this one slide one time." He moved out of the way and I stood there frozen and afraid to move as if it was a trap.
"Go before I change my mind."
"Yes sir." And without a second thought I left the house and got in the truck with Simon.
"You know you need to stop being so klutzy."
"Yeah." Only of you knew what was really happening.
The rest of the car ride to the hospital was silent so that have me time to think.
I couldn't keep doing this, ten years I have suffered. None of my friends knew about my abusive father. They knew a strict father that was protective of his daughter. I was afraid to tell them anything, he was all I had left, even if he hurt me. There was only one thing left to do, run away for good.

This is also a relatively short chapter, but I feel until I get the motivation and people are reading this, I might not write more of this story.