A/N: Okay I know reading... any of my stories has gotten confusing lately. Deleting, reposting, combining. All sorts of shit but bare with me. At first I needed to redo stuff, and then I got a beta reader. So yeaa Im trying. Im just reposting the chapters as they come from my beta reader now, but then it will just be new chapters. Thank you for sticking with me and enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: Everything Tmi belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Beta reader: Fangirl.703

"You uh," Luke mocks me.

"I'm sorry, I just... you said that you weren't gonna be home till ten. So I thought..."

"You thought wrong," he interrupts me. "You don't leave the house without my permission. I got here thirty minutes ago. We could have started thirty minutes ago." I flinch as he sets his mug of coffee down and advances on me. "And as punishment, I don't want you eating lunch or breakfast tomorrow." Okay. I can do that. It could have been worse. "And this of course," he grins evilly at me.

I flinch again as he lifts his hand and snatches me by my hair, throwing me down. "No please, just please," I whimper as the first kick is aimed at my ribs. Luke growls angrily and stomps on my ankle. I don't think I heard anything crack at least, thank God.

"No speaking bitch." I lay there, staring glassy eyed at Luke as he hits and kicks me to his satisfaction. I don't make a noise, I'm not going to give him that kind of satisfaction. Before long, blackness appears at the edges of my vision. And then everything is gone. Luke, the living room, everything.


I wake up to light filtering through my curtains. I'm in my bed and it takes a second to remember what happened, and how I got there. Then I become aware of the horrible ache that is spread throughout... pretty much my whole entire body. "Ugh," I groan, pulling my unwilling body into a sitting position. There didn't seem to be anything fatal or that would keep me from moving throughout my day as normal from the waist up. I throw my purple blanket off to assess the bottom half. Legs, fine. I look down at my bare feet. And almost pass out. My left ankle is a purple color. I try flexing it and am filled with the utmost relief when it moves. But it hurts. Enough that I probably shouldn't be walking on it.

I fall back onto the pillows and groan. What was I going to do? Then I catch site of a note on my dresser. I am relieved yet again, it's from my mom.

Luke told me you tripped and hurt your ankle. You gotta be more careful sweetie. Simon called, he wants you to meet him at Java Jones if you're up for it. I think he said Eric was doing poetry? I'm going to be out for a meeting today until 2, try to be home by then. There's some things we need to talk about. Be careful and tell me if that ankle gets any worse Love Mom.

Tripped my ass, I think. Oh well. At least I get to hang out with Simon for a little while. Even if it is to listen to Eric's horrible poetry.

I look at the clock. 8 am. Okay well let's get ready. I swing my feet over the side of my bed, and slowly let them sink into my soft white carpet. So far, so good. And then I stand. And scream in pain. No one must be home, because no one comes running. And then my phone rings. "Hello."

"Hello," the unrecognizable voice on the other line says.

"Who is this?" I ask nervously.

"I am one of the murdering hooligans from the club last night. I'm sorry if we got off at a rough start I'm just..."

"Simon," I say exasperated. He laughs. "Hey are you coming?" I debate, I don't think I'm going to be able to walk.

"I'm sorry Simon. I hurt my ankle, and I don't think I'm going to be able to get up there."

"Oh," he says sounding disappointed. "Yea your mom said that, but I thought I'd check."

"It's okay."

"What happened?"

I hesitate. I can't tell him the truth, but I hated lying to him. "I-I tripped."

"Really?" he says suspicious. "Clary I'm worried about you. You've lost a lot of weight, you're always getting injured, your wrists are always bandaged, and you've started flinching every time I sit by you. What's up?"

Was he really that observant? "Simon I'm fine really. Don't worry. I'm just clumsy." I hope I was convincing enough. There was nothing I wanted more than to tell Simon. But I couldn't burden him.

"At least let me come over there and take care of you. If you can't walk..." If it will get him off my back more like it. Plus it will be nice to still get to hang with Simon. And... I really can't walk. "Fine Si. See you soon." And with that all that's left to do is wait.

I look around the room before picking up the sketch pad by my bed and start doodling. It's the same image over and over again. I don't even know what it is. But I've been drawing it a lot lately. Maybe I should ask Simon. Not long after that Simon peeks his head into my room. He smiles sadly and comes to sit at the foot of my bed. "How you feeling Fray?" I roll my eyes in a show of his overreaction. And then he gasp.

"Clary! What happened?" I look at him confused.

"I told you, I tripped..." He shakes his head, anger replacing the shock on his face.

"Not you ankle. Your face, your arms, your legs..." I furrow my eyebrows and then look down at myself. Bruises splotched my skin, and there was a hand print on my upper arm. "I-I," I couldn't explain this. I panicked. And then I broke down sobbing. The anger in his face is replaced by something gentler and then he puts his arms around me.

"Clary. Please if someone is hurting you. Please tell me." I shake my head, I couldn't.

"Simon I can't tell you. They'll get you to. Just please don't tell anyone."

"Clary I can't just ignore this," he starts angrily.

"You have to. If you want to keep me alive, you have to."

Simon's eyes widen, and he rubs my back. "I won't let that happen..."

"You won't have a choice. You have to promise Simon."

Simon seems to be having an internal battle, confliction clear in his features. Finally he seems to come to a decision. "Fine Clary. If... if it will keep you alive."

Tears filled his eyes, surprising me. "Simon?"

"I just don't like seeing you like this." And I hadn't even told him the worst things Luke does to me. Or what I do to myself, nor do I plan to. Suddenly it was turned around, and I was the one comforting him. I hug him tightly.

"It will all be all right. It will go away in a few years. I swear." He nods and I feel his tears fall onto my shoulder.

"Just don't die on me Clary." I was astonished.

"Simon. I'm not going to die. I'm going to be fine."

"But..." "No buts. I'm going to be fine," I say firmly.

He nods reluctantly, and takes off his glasses and wipes his eyes dry. "Now let's see that ankle." I nod and back up into my pillows so I can put my foot in his lap. He holds my ankle tenderly, gentler than I thought was possible for Simon, and examines it carefully. "I don't think it's broken, but it's definitely sprained. Bad. You shouldn't be walking on it."

"Okay good thing it's summer," I joke grinning. Simon doesn't smile back he just nods and lays my foot back on the bed. Oh no... Was this secret I had been keeping so long gonna ruin our friendship.

"Simon, lighten up." The anger in his eyes returns.

"This isn't a situation to be taken lightly Clary," he snaps.

I shake my head and sigh, "Can we just go watch some TV?"

Simon sighs too. "Fine." He gets up and walks over to the door, and then looks back.

"Oh right you can't walk," he says with a grin. It was totally fake, I could tell but it was better than fighting. He comes over and lifts me up.

"Thanks," I say.

"Anything for my favorite girl." I giggle and he shakes his head. "Only you," and before I can ask him what he means by that, he is walking me down the stairs and setting me on the couch.

"Did you want some breakfast?" He asks looking down at me. I squirm uncomfortably.

"I-I'm not allowed to eat breakfast today..."
"What do you mean you're not allowed to eat breakfast today?" I mess with the hem of my shirt, my mom must have changed me out of my dress last night before the bruises started forming.

"I'm, I'm just not allowed to. Punishment for... for going out last night." I see guilt flash in his eyes. "Just forget about it Simon. I suggested we left my house at all. Look I don't get time away from this very often, can you just let me enjoy it." That shut him up.

Finally he turned on the TV and sat down beside me. I smile and lay down with my feet on the pillow in his lap. And then I enjoy a relaxing day with Simon on my couch. Like old times. Before all this. Before Luke. Before my life took a turn for the worst.