*Again don't own TMI or ID. First story opinion is very welcome even more if anyone want to be a beta reader. Do tell what you think of the story if you want more.
**there is a theme of Abuse in this story read at your own discretion
Chapter two (don't want to scar that pretty little face)
Clary stood outside the kitchen door or she caught her breath, and prepared for what she was about to face.
"CHILD. I hear you outside that door and you are late. GET you sorry little ass in her girl!" Came the rough voice from behind the door. Clary winced this was not good
"Yes, Martha." Clary sighed as she slide the door and entered.
Martha was the only worker in the massive institute granted they had hired others before. But every one of them quit under her instruction. Martha was a witch of a women and her family has served the Morgenstern's with out fail or lack of loyalty for generations. Since no other workers stayed Clray's mother had offered Clary's help not understanding it was basically handing her into slavery. But what did Jocelyn know she was never around long enough to see what really happened around the house.
" Hmm 25min late dearie, this is a new recorded." Martha cooed with a smile playing at her thin lips.
"I was worried. I didn't want it to melt but look you came in time. I worried for nothing can always count on you princess."
Clary looked, and at the stove over the fire was a steel spatula it fat wide surface glowing bright yellow and orange. Clary flinched, and knew very well that had been sitting there since 6:15 the time she was suppose to be downstairs to start breakfast and the morning cleaning.
"Now Clary I really don't want to do this but you need to learn some manners." She said as she reached for the handle. Then yanking clay's fore arm up in front of her and holding it in place.
"No you don't you are just a pyscho." Clary whispered
"What did you said child?'
"I said you are a PYSCHO you are messed up in the head just like HIM." Clary screamed knowing well that this will just raise her punishment but was just sick of it and tired after last night and barely getting sleep.
"What did you just say about MY MASTER" She screeched raising the spatula over her head and about to bring it down across her cheek.
But it never made it a long white strong hand had caught her wrist. And then it owner stepped into view towering over the man had shoulder length fair blond hair almost white. And dark deep eyes that seem to see everything while slight in build with a lanky body clary knew how deceiving that was having experienced his in human strength. He looked at clary and gave a mocking smirk then turned to Martha.
"My dear Martha can you forgive this wretched girl's stupidity. It is partially my fault to I kept her up to late trying to train her. Please forgive her." The word flowed out smooth and persuasive.
"Why master Valentine of course. And maybe I over reacted I know she can't help it poor girl"
"And I am sorry to ask this of you. But do you think you can do with out today? It would mean ever so much to me Martha."
Martha just shrugged her shoulders and nodded giving Clary a pathetic look.
" Oh thank you Martha. And we are ready for breakfast do bring it out I cant have Sebastian and Clary late to school again now can we." He said while taking a fierce grip on Clary's shoulder and guiding her to the dining room.
"My, my stupid girl you need to watch your mouth." He said with a disappointing sigh. Then chuckled and added "And we can have her scaring you pretty little face now can we. Even though its not much it's all you have."
Clary tightened and ripped away from Valentine just as they entered the dining room. Sebastian was already there with a bored look on his face he looked almost just like Valentine just a little smaller and slightly on the awkward side not fully grown into his features or quite use to his long lanky limbs even though his major growth spurt took place last year he was still ever so clumsy.
Seb's face lit up and then darken "he hates seeing my face that much well too bad." Clary thought.
"Hey Clarissa joining us for breakfast now are we, now if only your dear mother could show her face. If you didn't look just like her I might for get what it looks like." Seb spat.
Clary reddened. Yes granted her mother was not around a lot. Always of finding more hunts throwing her self in to work in too finding …
Clary shook her head. If she kept thinking like she was she would really start crying and she can't give Seb or Valentine for that matter the satisfaction of that. The rest of breakfast though brief, the three of them could never stay in one room together long, went like that jabs at her, her look, or her mother. Once clary finished slam down her glass and nearly ran out of the dining room. As she left though she swear she heard them start one of their famous argument that could be heard through out half the institute.
Checking the clock Clary swore. 7:45. This was not going to be her day and she was now late. She was once again flying out her door and once again trying to tame her dreaded curls. But she ran smack into a… wall?
Looking up she realized it was Sebastian , "oh great what now" she thought.
