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Chapter 7: Sick Abuse

Jace's Point of View:

I almost said 'I love you' to the girl.

I've never got how two people could fall in love too fast like in Romeo & Juliet or Twilight. I've never gotten how in just mere seconds someone could fall in love so hard and fast. But with Clary…I finally understand it all. Though I can't quite explain it, mostly because I don't want to risk sounding like a dork, but that's what I am now: A love-sick dork.

I've never fallen in love before; I've just hooked up with girls for the hell of it. The glory, the fun…but it's different with Clary. It's better…nicer even, almost like a dream.

As I was driving away from Clary, I watched her through my rear-view mirror, ready to protect her if I needed to.

I was driving down a very familiar route, to my step-dad, Luke's home. He'd been married to my mom, Jocelyn. But for some strange reason they don't live together, yet they're still happy. I've bugged Luke to give me an answer, but he never has told me why.

As I finally arrive home, I park in his drive way, facing the one-story house next to his ugly truck. The garage door was open and Luke was in there working. He'd converted the garage into a wood-workshop, as he's a carpenter.

Luke looked up at me when I arrived before looking back down at the piece of wood he was cutting. "Hey Jace," he said.

"Sup," I said, getting out of the car and into his workshop. "So what are you working on this time?"

"A bookshelf for a girl," he replied.

"What girl?" I asked curiously.

"Clarissa Morgenstern."

~000~

Clary's Point of View:

I sighed and turned around, ready to get going. Valentine would be waiting for me. So with that thought in mind, I walked to the building he owned.

When I got to the door, I patted my pockets, looking for my key. Then I remembered I didn't have it today, because I have the one key for everything: car, house and all others. I didn't bother taking it because I didn't take my car.

Shit.

I took my phone out and checked the battery. I only had enough power for one short call and I knew exactly who to call.

I dialed the number quickly, having rung it a million times before. I put it to my ear and listened to it ring and on the second one, someone picked up.

"Hello?" a voice asked.

"Hi, um…this is Clarissa?" I said, but it sounded more like a question. There was a pause as the phone was handed over to someone else.

"Clary!" said the new voice, one I recognized.

"Hey, Josh, Listen, I'm outside without my keys. Can you and your mom unlock the door for me?" I asked hopefully.

"Yup, mom and I will be there!" Josh said and hung up.

As I waited, I started to think of Jace but then my thoughts shifted to Valentine and I tried to forget them.

When Josh arrived, I couldn't help but think of how much he looked like Jace, they both had Golden hair and eyes with fair skin. The only real difference was that Josh is only seven and obviously way shorter, like a mini-Jace. I laughed softly to myself at the thought.

Josh came with his mother to open the door, inviting me into the warmth. I followed them into the building. It was a fancy place, the lobby was filled with golden furniture and a few desperately hopeful who wanted to move into the newly opened apartment. We passed them and headed toward the golden elevators.

"How have you been Mrs. Stevenson?" I asked Josh's mother, Macy as I pressed the button to the top floor, also known as the A floor. Macy is a clean and pure 40-year-old lady, the kind that looks good, with or without make-up, wrinkles or no wrinkles, she was stunning. Whenever I think of who could have been my mother, I always imagine Mrs. Stevenson.

She smiled at me, her mouth stretching wide with warm chocolate brown eyes. "It's been great, thanks Clary. How was your first day of school?" she asks me. I've always trusted her because she's one of the only adults that's every referred to me as Clary and not Clarissa.

Josh looked up at me then, clearly as interested as his mother. I sighed and looked away from them. "It's been…complicated, I guess. The people are nice, and so are the staff members, but even so, everyone has been…difficult."

Macy looked me up and down. "In other words, boy problems." She stated and I nodded.

Josh looked between us, confused; I ignored him for the moment.

"So, who's the boy?" Macy asked me.

I sighed and bit my lip. "Jace Fray," I muttered.

I looked up at her face and thought I saw a look of fear in her eyes, but it soon shifted to a calm, carefree look that I almost thought I imagined it. "He's a fine boy, surely handsome" she replied.

My eyes widened in surprise. "You've met him?" I asked.

Macy nodded as the door opened to our floor. We walked out and stopped at the first door, the Stevenson's apartment. "We'll talk later, okay Clary?" she said and unlocked the door.

"Yeah, bye Macy," I said. "Bye Josh."

The said their goodbyes and walked into the apartment, but then Josh poked his head out the door a second later. "Good luck with your boy problems, Clare," he said.

Yeah…I hope, I thought as he disappeared back inside his apartment.

I sighed and walked to my apartment, which was at the end of the hall. I felt fear and adrenaline course through me as I got closer to the door. Every step was one closer to my father.

Slowly, I pulled my spare key from under the 'WELCOME' mat and opened the door even slower and stepped inside the darkened living room.

"I'm home, Dad!" I called out to the darkness.

I walked slowly to the kitchen and heard a rustling sound. Then as suddenly as it appeared, the sound stopped and all I could hear were my footsteps.

"Hello?" I called out again. I was starting to get really paranoid now. What if there's a robber? Obsessed stalker? A Serial killer, even? But I knew the truth, and that scared me even more than any of those possibilities. Valentine was furious, and he's going to inflict his anger on me.

"Clarissa! Come here!" he yelled sounding more like a demon than a human. Silently, I obeyed, knowing what was come. In the kitchen, he was sharpening a knife.

I felt a tear trail down my cheek and fall to the ground. "Yes, father?" I asked.

He walked toward me slowly, like a lion preparing to pounce. He raised the sharpened knife and stroked my cheek with it. "Oh, Clarissa, you look so much like your mother."

Valentine always said that. I closed my eyes, trying to prepare myself for the pain he's about to inflict. It never worked, but I tried anyway.

He stabbed my stomach and pain spread through my body. I was paralyzed with the pain to the point where I couldn't even speak, let alone scream.

Valentine stabbed me repeatedly, every stab harsher than the next.

After a while, I passed out from the pain.

~000~

I woke up on my queen bed with a blanket covered with dancing bears all over it. Valentine came into my room with a glass of water.

Here's the usual apology...I thought.

"I'm so sorry, honey, baby. Forgive me?" he asked in his most apologetic voice.

I mentally rolled me eyes but nodded. He sat down next to me and handed the glass of water to me. Having no choice, I accepted it. He watched me, waiting for me to take a sip.

I raised the cold glass to my lips slowly. I know he's drugged it, he always done. But knowing what he'll do to me if I don't drink it willingly always makes me drink it anyway.

As I gulp it down, I wait for his next move.

Valentine takes a step closer to me and undoes his pants, letting his manhood say hi. At this point, the drugs catch up to me and I feel dizzy.

I lay down, preparing myself for what was about to happen.

But all the while, my thoughts went back to Jace, wondering what he was doing.

I'm so sorry that it's so short and it's been a long time since I last upgraded and I really am! It just seemed like the perfect place to stop.

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