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This story is inspired my the song Superheroes by The Script.

WARNING: THIS AND OTHER CHAPTERS HAVE MENTIONS AND SCENES OF ABUSE

Clary

I feel terrible for the way I snapped at Jace. I was being selfish. I wanted to get to know this 21 year old hot shot. I should know of all people how hard it is to let your walls down. I'm not sure again why I did it tonight. But I'm glad I did. It felt nice to tell someone other than Simon.

Simon...

Oh shit. Simon is going to kill me. It's been a few days since I've seen him last. I haven't left a note at our spot in a while, too. I better drop by Central Park on my way back to my apartment and see him.

The rest of the night goes pretty quickly. I don't see Jace at all, so I assume he's gone home. At 11:45 exactly, I finish the counter top I'm cleaning and grab my bag from under the bar. I look through it and make sure I have my keys, my wallet, my phone... damn it. I'm missing my sketchbook!

I exit from behind the bar and walk over to the booth I was sitting at earlier. I look under the table, on the seats, and all around the vicinity of the booth. It's not there. I try not to freak out, and I move one table over. Maybe that was the wrong booth? But no. I seriously can't find the sketchbook anywhere.

I feel myself starting to tear up. That book is like my diary. If I don't have it, I can't feel safe. At least it was my older one, and not the new one that Simon gave me. But the older one had many cherished drawings I was hoping to use for my art portfolio. And now it's gone.

I grab my bag from the place I left it on the floor. I give Maia a quick "goodbye and thank you", then I walk out of the club.

The air tonight is chilly. I wish I had brought some sort of jacket with me.

I make my way to Central Park. I'm surprised to see Simon still playing his violin softly for a small crowd of people. I scan the dozen or so men and women watching him play, and I stop when I notice a tall man with golden hair. I take a few tentative steps backward, then break into a full on sprint until I'm in front of my apartment building.

Must I run into him everywhere?

I walk up to few flights of stairs until I'm at my apartment. I unlock the door and silently step inside. I put my bag down on the floor and take my hair out of my ponytail. I silently walk to the kitchen. Most nights I skip dinner, but the stress and guilt of how I acted towards Jace has made me kind of hungry. I grab an apple from the fruit basket and start to eat it.

I jump when the apartment door slams open. I freeze when I see the gigantic figure of my brother walking towards me. His eyes are bloodshot and he smells like alcohol. He has a bruise on his face and knuckles are split. He got into a fight.

"You," he spits. He's obviously drunk, but he only slurs his words slightly. "I lost three hundred dollars tonight because of you!" He advances towards me. I drop the apple on the floor and back up. Now I'm in the living room.

"And you lied!" he bellows. "You lied about where you fucking work, you bitch!" I try to back up some more, but I'm now helplessly against the wall, with my brother who is twice my size and in a drunk rage coming after me.

"Jon, I don't know what you're-" I start to say, but I'm cut off by a hard slap against to my face. I gasp and hold my cheek, fear swelling up inside of me.

"Don't call me Jon, you slut!" he yells. I try to run around him. I need to get out of the apartment. But my brother grabs my arm extremely harshly, his grip leaving bruises against my pale skin. Then he lets go for a second, only to bring his hand up and slap me across the face again. Then he roughly grabs both of my shoulders. I wince at my brother's strength. Then he turns me around and pushes me into a cabinet.

I cry out as my back comes in contact with the wood of the cabinet. A jar from a shelf falls on impact and shatters on top of my head.

I wait until Jonathon leaves the room before I try to stand up. My back is bleeding, and I can feel bruises forming on my arm and shoulders. I have a few cuts on my forehead and shoulders from the jar that fell on my head. I get up and limp towards my room. I close the door silently, tears running down my cheeks.

Unfortunately, this abuse from my brother is nothing new. When he gets angry, he takes it out on other people. He used to do it mostly in street fights with other men his size. But when he didn't have other men to punch and throw around, he would use me: his small and fragile little sister who he couldn't care less about.

I take off my uniform. I don't even bother putting new clothes on. I open my drawer and walk to my mirror and start cleaning the cuts I have. Then I examine the bruises in the shape of fingers and hands on me, and decide that these are going to be bad ones. Since I can't get my entire back, I clean what I can reach. Then I fall onto my bed naked, and try to sleep.

Unfortunately, the nightmares keep me awake.

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short. Maybe a few reviews will make the next one longer. ;)

Thank you all for your suggestions of what you want to happen in this story. They were all actually really helpful, and I have a few ideas cooking for later. If you want to suggest anything, feel free to tell me. I'm open to any suggestions, no matter how absurd!

Like Jace killing Sebastian.

Anyway, thank you all so much for the support on this story. Next chapter will hopefully come soon!

-SneekAttack101