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-R

Free Beating

"A boyfriend? Who?"

Jace shrugged, pretending not to care. "Sebastian."

"What? No." Alec said, moving away from Maryse and closer to Jace. "Sebastian used to beat Clary. I walked in on them once and he was beating the shit out of her. She was all bruised and bleeding and crying. She quit and ran out. There's no way they're dating."

"But we left her alone there." Jace whispered.

Jace and Alec looked at each other before running out the door.

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Clary ran the broom across the floor again, gathering all the cupcake crumbs and dirty napkins that had been scattered on the floor throughout the day. She also found an earring among the trash, which she picked up and placed on the counter.

She swept all of the small piles into one large pile in the center of the room when she heard the bell ring as someone behind her swung the door open. "Sorry, we're closed," she called over her shoulder, bending over with the spade to collect all the crumbs and trash gathered in a small pile on the floor.

"I definitely miss seeing that around the shop," came a voice from behind her. Sebastian. "Not gonna lie though, I do miss the mini skirt."

Clary turned around slowly, trying to hide her panic. The broom and spade clattered to the ground, unwilling to stay in her shaking grasp. "What are you doing here?" She asked, forcing her voice to remain steady.

There was a clicking sound as Sebastian threw the lock. He took a small step forward, still not too far from door. His hands were in his pockets, his chin up-tilted as his eyes dragged up and down her body, each sweep making her feel more and more uncomfortable. "I just came to see my favourite little cashier. I really miss having you around, you know."

Clary shook her head, backing away. "You need to leave."

"Oh come on baby, don't be like that," Sebastian smirked, reaching behind him to lock the door. "I've been so patient since you left two months ago. I let you go off and get this shitty job in this shitty café. But now it's time for you to come back to me."

Clary shook her head again, trying to keep her breathing as even as possible. "You need to leave," she repeated, this time unable to keep the tears from creeping into her words.

Sebastian shook his head, stepping forward again, a wicked smile creeped onto his face as he got closer. "No Clary, you don't understand. I'm not going anywhere. You're mine. Now and forever." He continued to take steps forwards as Clary took steps back, until he obviously became impatient, grabbing her by the waist and shoving her against the wall. Seb leaned in, his lips almost touching hers as his fingers began to slither up her shirt.

Clary whimpered, trying her best to shove his hands away. Each time he let her push away only a few centimeters before overpowering her again and again, each time, his hands crept farther to their destination.

He ground his hips against hers, breathing his hot breath against her neck. "You like that, don't you, you little slut." He grabbed her legs, lifting her and wrapping them around his hips. "You know, I was really angry about you leaving. It really pissed me off to see you whore yourself around like that. But I forgive you. I promise I'll be gentle."

Clary sobbed, finally letting the tears fall, mustering as much strength as she could to push him away. She places her hands on his collar bones and pushed. But her hand slipped, and her fist smashed into Sebastian's clenched jaw.

He staggered back, more so in surprise than pain, letting Clary fall to the floor.

Clary stood, running for the door as fast as she could. But Seb caught her around the waist, pulling her back against his chest.

He leaned down, his lips just brushing her ear. "I was going to be nice. You really shouldn't have done that."

Clary tried again to break free, but his grip was like iron. He spun her around, gripping her arm at the place of the old bruise as his other hand came down to meet her jaw. "Why do you even bother?" he asked, hitting her again. "You know I'm the only person who will ever really love you." Backhand. "Your brother resents you for holding him back." He grabbed her by the throat, shoving her against the wall. "Jace only ever pitied you. He never really cared about you."

Clary kicked her feet as Sebastian began to slowly lift her off the ground, crushing her throat, making it impossible to breathe. "No one will ever love you. Because you're worthless. And useless. And helpless. And pathetic. And so selfish for expecting everyone around you to deal with your fake little panic attacks."

Clary kicked her feet as hard as she could, trying her best to hit Sebastian somewhere that would hurt, fighting for air, but his grip did not falter. She could feel her vision going dark, losing all sense of reality.

Her face met something cold and hard, the floor, she realized, and the harsh grip left her throat, leaving her gasping for air.

Before she could even take her first breath, she was pinned to the ground, her arms above her head and her legs by Sebastian's weight as he lay on top of her.

"You're mine," he growled, forcing her to spread her legs. "You'll always be mine."

Clary whimpered, trying her best to close her legs, but she wasn't strong enough. She couldn't—

There was a loud crash, like wood splintering, and the weight was lifted off of her. She took a deep breath, struggling to sit up as she continued to suck air into her lungs. It took a moment for the black spots to clear from her vision. One of her eyes was already swollen shut, so she had to turn almost all the way around to see what was happening.

John threw Sebastian against the wall, smashing his fist into his jaw again and again, Seb trying to throw his hands up to protect himself, but John had the element of surprise, and he was taking full advantage.

Seb finally got in a hit, knocking John back for a moment before he came back swinging, hardly phased by the punch. There was no mercy in John's punches. He just kept swinging, and Clary knew he was thinking of Valentine.

Sebastian crumble to the floor, finally beaten, and John handcuffed his hands behind his back.

Clary blinked, trying to register what just happened. It all happened so fast, and it was finally over.

She tried to stand, tried to push herself to her feet, but a wave of dizziness and nausea hit her, and she fell back to the floor, her head almost hitting the tiles before someone caught her. At first she thought it was John, but then she saw the hair in the fuzzy silhouette was the wrong shade of blond. She looked over and saw her brother still bent over Sebastian, reading him his rights.

"Jace," she mumbled, barely able to keep her one good eye open.

"I'm here, Clary, just hold on." His voice was shaking. He looked so worried. "Don't worry, Alec is calling an ambulance."

Clary could hear Alec's worried tone somewhere in the background, but she was too busy examining Jace's face. She lifted a shaking, bruised hand and caressed his brow, trying to smooth away the lines. "Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?" She said, a smile spreading across her aching face.

Jace laughed, more for Clary's benefit, she could tell. "If you wanted me to take my clothes off, you should have just asked."

Clary chuckled, a low breathy sound, before her eyes fluttered closed. Jace shook her gently, saying her name, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't fight her way to the surface, and decided to let the darkness consume her.

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