A/N I'm sorry it took long I had major writers block this Chapter wouldn't be posted today if it wasn't for my friend who helped figure out some of the important bits

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments only this plot everthing else belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Clary POV

Clary woke up with her cheek sore from the brusie. She walked in the bathroom and took a look at her cheek it was swollen and purple with blue. She tried to cover it up best she could but with swelling and the purple just wasn't covering it was just making the color a lighter purple instead of making it disapear.

Clary quickly got dressed in dark jeans, with a green short sleeve that brings out my bright emerald green eyes, and some sneakers from her closet.

She grabed her keys from her nightstand and tied them to her shoelaces so they wouldn't get lost then walked out of her bedroom door and wasn't surprised to see her dad drinking at the table. Clary walked over to her bag she slung it over her shoulder was about to walk out the door when she felt a hand pull her bag off her shoulder.

"Where do you think you are going Clarrisa," growled her dad.

"To school," Clary replied.

"No you aren't."

"Why?"

"The brusie."

"I'm going to school dad."

"Clarrisa that was a mistake to tell me no," He sneered. Then he grabbed her shoulder and shoved her against the wall and a knife appeared in his hand.

"Dad please,'' begged Clary.

"You must be taught a lesson Clarrisa," whisperd Valentine in her hear that turned her blood cold.

He cut a two and half line down her arm. Clary didn't cry out but tears ran down her cheeks as the blood ran down her arm and on the floor.

Jace POV

"Jace get up," Isabele shouted.

"Go away," growled Jace who was going through a major hangover.

"School Jace," Isabele reminded him like he forgot.

"No,"

"I will dump all of that shampoo down the drain if you don't get up," Izzy shouted.

Hangover forgotten he jumped up and opened the door "Don't you touch that stuff you know how much it cost."

"Good your up know get dressed unless you plan on going to school in your underwear," She smirked at him.

Jace glared and got dressed then went downstairs to find Alec, Max, and Isabele Lightwood laughing standing by the stink with his shampoo.

"Isabele Lightwood put down the shampoo," Jace said slowy.

"Why?" Isabele said with a smile

"That cost $70 thats why and plus I got up like you said."

"Fine," She sighed giving it to him while grabing her phone probaly texting Clary.

"Thats wierd," says Iz.

"Whats wierd." asked Jace grabing water botttle hoping to calm his hangover.

"Clary she said she's not going to school today," Isabele told them.

"Whys that wierd she could be sick," suggest Alec.

"But thats whats wierd she's not. She said she is but Clary ain't sick."

"How do you know Iz?" questions Jace.

"I just do," snaps Izzy.

"We could check on her,' suggest Jace.

"Are you sick?" Alec gawks at him.

"Migh as well be this hangover is killing me.

"Thanks Jace let me finish my makeup then lets go," Izzy smile.

"Ah but hears the catch we leave in 10miniutes then we check on Clary but any later we go straight to school."

Izzy huffs and runs upstars to finish getting ready.

At Clarys door:

They knocked on her door. When Mr. Morganstern answered drunk I figured thats why Clary was staying and Izzy was over acting.

"Hello may we speak Clary?" asked Izzy politly.

"No," he answered harshly.

"Why can't we?" Jace questioned.

"She ain't here."

"Where is she?"

"Getting alchool for me."

Somthing in hus eyes made it seem like he was lying.

"Iz lets go we'll see her later," Jace said while'll giving her a look knowing she'd say somthing.

"What the heck Jace he was lying," Izzy shouts.

"I know but we can't just burt in his house we don't know whats going on but we'll figure out," Jace told her calmly.

"Okay," She sighs and walks to the car.

Taking one last look at the building Jace went to the driver's seat and started the car.

Clary POV

Clary sat in her room with a roll of bandages and rubbing alchool. She poured the alchool on her arm and grimenced at the sting. Then precded to wrap the cut with the bandages hoping to stop the bleeding.

Clary knew it wasn't deep so she didn't need stiches but knew if she didn't take care of the cut it would get infected.

Clary heard the sound of people talking and regonised the voices and hoped that they'd leave so she didn't have to deal with questions and her dad. When she heard the door shut she let out a breath of relief.

They were footsteps coming towerds her door and her dad walked in with a scowl on his face.

"Clarrisa your dear friends were here," He told her with a glare.

"I heard," Clary whispers.

"Know if anyone finds out just remmber your friends and the punishment that you went through today.

She nodds knowing that threat meant more then justs one cut to her. It meant to those she cared about outside this familey.

A/N Sorry about the ending it didn't turn out how I expected. If you have any suggestens for the next chapter please pm me because I have serious writers block.