Thanks for all the comments, you guys make writing this stuff worth it.. It's no problem to write on vacation, I actually look forward to the time away from my family (tiny car, big opinions… not fun), it's only finding internet that's the problem! Well, I hope you guys like this, so I'm just going to shut up and let you read Song they're listening to in the beginning is Black Cards 'Club Called Heaven'

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CPOV

"Daniel?" I called, looking around the dance studio. "DANIEL!" He wasn't responding. "Get your lazy ass down here before I come up there and slap you silly! You're my partner, I can't dance alone!" He groggily got down the stairs of the studio apartments, looking down at me angrily.

"I'm here, god," he groaned, sitting down at the huge round table all the dancers ate at. Most everybody was sitting at the table now. I went back to whipping up quick pancakes and dancing around the kitchen to the music. It was my turn to cook today, and Lucas was my cooking partner.

See myself in a long black car, with the windows up heads down,

And the cops in front of me with high beams holier than thou,

They say that this life is just a lease from god,

Yeah, I'll start the party if the gates come off…

"Flour!" he called, and I threw the closed bag through the air, knowing he'd catch. "Eggs!" I juggled them out of my hands and into his, and he cracked them into the pan, scrambling them as they swished in the pan.

Our studio was one of the most fun places to be. We were right next to a kindergarten, so occasionally, they'd join in on the dancing.

And we're dancing! And we're dancing around…

And we're dancing! And we're dancing around…

In a club called heaven, halos tripping out,

And we're dancing! In a club called heaven!

Never going down!

I spun around, putting out plates for everybody while Janet did forks, Elsie did spoons, and Daniel did knifes. Daniel was juggling the knifes, then he pretended to swallow one, making Maia gasp sharply, but he just laughed at her expression.

"Shake that booty!" I heard somebody call, and everybody in the entire room was dancing, getting food, cooking, helping out in some way, while Maia just stood in the corner and watched us with a smile. Then the song changed. Something by Taylor Swift which had everybody booing.

"Bring back the beat!" Lucas yelled, and everybody cheered. I changed the song, and it was at 'Inside Out' by Britney Spears. Now, literally everyone in the room, Maia included, was doing some form or the other of the robot, pausing when the beat stopped, starting when the beat started, and totally in tune with the music. Everybody but Kaelie, who just walked into the room looking at us like we were crazy. And then, within seconds, she joined us. The stereo stopped working, and we felt boring again.

"Great," Maia rolled her eyes with a laugh. "Now everybody eat!" And everybody listened.

"You hit me once, I hit you back, you gave a kick, I gave a slap, you smashed a plate over my head, then I set fire to our bed," I started, knowing everybody would start singing. People started playing spoons and forks on their plates while me and Elsie sang 'Kiss With A Fist' by Florence and the Machine. And then Sebastian walked in. Kaelie spun once, taking his hand and dragging him into the dance with the rest of the dancers while Elsie and I were pushed onto the center of the huge table, singing into olive oil bottles. This was my real family.

Well, minus Sebastian.

"Um, Clary?" he asked, looking up at me. I stopped singing, letting the crowd take over.

"What's up?" I asked, coming to the edge of the table. He looked kind of out of place in the crowd of dancers who were all doing intricate, complicated moves.

"We found him," Sebastian said. My entire world just froze.

I was going to have to see him once more?

"Don't freak out or anything, we're keeping him under strict supervision and trying to do everything we can to make sure he doesn't meet you again, but Detective Herondale doesn't seem to understand that," he told me. I knew Dt. Herondale. Imogen, I think. She had a heart of ice, and an even colder personality.

"I want to drop out," I yelled over the singing and movement sounds. He looked kind of stunned.

"Clary, don't you want to put this guy away?" he yelled back.

"Sebastian, I can't! I just can't!" I must have been pretty loud, since everybody was dead silent. I looked around for a moment, terrified. Maia must have been able to tell.

"Clary?" she asked, moving closer.

"I just want to be alone!" I screamed, running out of the studio, still in my tank top and fuzzy shorts. I wouldn't care if I was wearing footsie pj's and a bunny hat, I just wanted out of there.

I ran for blocks and blocks until I reached my quiet spot, a little town with nobody living in it. I ran right into an alleyway, not paying attention to the figures in the darkness when I stopped and started crying.

RPOV (Raphael)

I was just driving to school in my convertible in the morning when I heard somebody screaming close by. I immediately sped up, driving closer to the source of the sound until I reached Dellwood, a little abandoned town. There was a darkened alleyway, and the sound seemed to be coming from there. I took the baseball bat Aline made me keep in car from the backseat and got out, running into the alleyway carefully. I was surprised when I saw that girl Clary being attacked by three or four men. She was crying more than screaming, her eyes closed. She wasn't even making an attempt to fight back. It looked like the poor girl was stuck in her thoughts, in a memory, maybe.

I knew the feeling.

"Get the hell away from her!" I yelled, whacking anybody and everybody that wasn't a bright red-haired girl with the bat. I hit the last one over the head and he ran off, bloodied now. Clary was still crying, hugging her knees and quietly sobbing. "Clary?" I whispered, trying to get her attention. She looked up, but I don't think she saw me.

"Make it stop," she pleaded softly, tears in her eyes. I took her by the arms and made her stand, helping her walk to her car. When I put her in the passenger seat, she quieted just slightly. I picked up my cell phone and called the school. Faye, the secretary, answered.

"Hello, this is the Brooklyn Institute of…"

"Faye, it's me, Raphael," I quickly told her.

"Raphael, why…"

"I'm calling in sick for an hour," I said.

"You don't sound sick," she pointedly told me. I sighed.

"Fine," and then I fake coughed a few times. "Faye, I'm *cough* dying!"

"Give me one reason," she pestered.

"I plead the fifth," I angrily said, hanging up before she could say something. I looked over at Clary, and she was looking at her feet. I noticed that she was wearing bunny slippers, and under normal circumstances, I'd laugh, but I just couldn't right now. "Clary, I'm taking you to Jace, okay?" She shook her head softly.

"Jace," she whispered to herself, covering her face and crying softly into her palms. "Take me to 1314 Alicante Drive," she told me firmly. And I drove, knowing that wherever that was, whatever was there could help her.

TPPOV

"You've got her?" Valentine asked the man on the other end of the phone.

"Yes," the man replied. "She's quite scarred, crying."

"Good," Valentine said with a wicked smile, his scar bending to the contour of his face. "Bring her to me."

"That might be a problem," the man told him. Valentine frowned.

"1314 Alicante Drive. She'll want to go there. So go there," Valentine said. "It's an abandoned old house, her parents used to live there before they moved out. I'll be waiting, just make sure she gets there." He hung up. As usual, Valentine had a plan.

Clary had been his favorite victim. She hadn't fought him at all, she'd just silently cried, let him have his way with her. She was quiet, very quiet, and that had bothered him. Valentine could tell Clary had problems of her own, perhaps something to do with her father, friends, boyfriend, whatever, he hadn't been concerned. But she'd been almost like a delicate little flower, and for some reason, he was extremely gentle with her, as if she could break at any moment. She'd made something inside Valentine click, and now he had an insatiable need for the unreachable angel. A connection, strong, and very real, had built inside him, and any other girl simply wouldn't be enough. He needed Clary in his hands, fragile and breakable, and only she would fill the void deep in his chest.

"And I'll have her," he said to himself, pacing in the empty house.

CPOV

When Raphael and I reached the house, I looked at him and smiled lightly.

"Thank you," I said, getting out of the car.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked. I shook my head.

"I'm fine. I'll call somebody from the studio afterwards to pick me up," I told him. "Thank you," I said again, walking into the house. His car zoomed away quickly.

I walked into the house, empty as usual. Except there was somebody pacing in the main bedroom.

"Mom?" I whispered. "Dad?" I was so hoping one of them would have answers for me, would be able to stop the memories and make me forget.

"Clary," somebody called my name, making me look up. I met eyes I never wanted to see again, one blue, one green. I knew exactly who it was.

"Valentine," I whispered hoarsely. Everything inside me screamed 'run!', but I was rooted to the spot. He moved a step closer, and I took a step backwards. "Stay away from me," I tried to sound menacing, but it sounded like pleading instead.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Clary," he insisted. I wanted to scream 'Yes you will!', but instead, I was quiet and stuck to the ground again.

He touched my bare shoulder, and I tensed up completely, but I didn't move an inch. His fingers slid down my arm to my elbow, then pulled me closer. By now, I was shaking. He traced down the line of the tattoo on my back, angel wings. I'd always had it, and it grew with me, oddly enough. When he reached the hem of my tank top, I tried to tug away from him, but he was much stronger than me, so I was dragged into the bedroom where so many happy memories were made with my mom, dad, and I to make one horrific scene.

I felt used. Used and degraded. Dirty. Dirty, sickened, tainted.

Jace didn't need me now, I was totally closed off to the world, lying there in that old bed with the ugly floral covers all alone, no clothes, soullessly staring into the wall. He was gone. He'd gotten what he wanted. He would come back when he wanted me again. And I'd be forced to just wait. Because if I told anybody, no one would see Clary. They'd see that girl who was raped. That girl who was unfortunate. That mistake of a person. So I quietly lay, waiting for the pain to stop when I knew it never would. And I watched the beige flowery wallpaper dance in my eyes.

JPOV

Raphael told me I might find her here, so I went to 1314 Alicante Drive with a very prepared talk in my head. I'd start with 'Clary, what's wrong?' and if she wanted to be alone, I'd tell her 'Clary, I'm right here for you, you don't have to hide anything.' I was totally unprepared for what I found in that house. She was naked under the covers, bruises all over her body, a deep bite mark between her neck and shoulder, staring at the wallpaper with glazed eyes.

"Clary?" I whispered, hoping she'd hear me. She looked up at me, her eyes filling with tears.

"I'm scared," she almost inaudibly whispered.

And for the first time, I took her in my arms and cradled the blanket wrapped woman, hugging her and letting her cry into my shoulder.

"Make me forget," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck silently. "Make it stop, make the pain stop," she begged. I couldn't do anything for her, and it was killing me.

"Clary, what happened?" I asked as softly as I could. She stopped crying for a moment, trying to think. If I weren't so worried, I would have laughed, since she looked so adorable trying to think, like a baby kitten who was frustrated with a ball of yarn.

"He t-touched me right here," she said, putting her finger on her shoulder. "And here," she slid her finger down her arm to her elbow, then held onto it. "And here," she touched her back, the blanket falling off of her thin, tiny frame as she moved her hand down her back. "And here," she whispered, moving her hand to her hip. "And…"

"Stop," I told her, putting the blanket back on her body and looking deep into her eyes. Usually, it was a bright gold meeting fierce emerald, but her eyes looked like they'd dulled, and I could barely make out green. "Nobody should touch you that way if you don't want them to, okay? Nobody."

"But he did," she softly told me. "Who am I?" And she cried a little more, soundlessly and softly.

I had to get her to a hospital.

TPPOV

"Well done, Kaelie, well done," Valentine said in an almost snakelike voice.

"I thought we agreed not to use names," Kaelie said, using the voice masker on her untraceable number to distort her voice to a male's.

"Yes, yes, of course," he said. She frowned.

"All you wanted to do was sleep with her? You could have done that with me," she said, sounding a little angry.

"She's special," Valentine told her, thinking of the porcelain girl's warmth, the hopelessness in her eyes, the fear she didn't have.

"I want revenge, not rape, Valentine, and you promised me that," she growled. "Jace doesn't deserve anyone, and I'm going to make sure his life is screwed up, with or without you."

"All in dear time," he said with a chuckle.

Sebastian: It wasn't me? That's a change.

Jace: Kaelie? NO!

Kaelie: You all suck!

Me: I did what I had to do.

Clary: At least I did something fun in this chapter… and then got raped.

Jon: I'm not even in this chapter.

Simon: Neither am I… neither are half the characters.

Valentine: Do I have to rape my own daughter?

Everyone: GET HIM!

Me: So, while they senselessly attack Valentine for something he did or didn't do, hope you enjoyed this chapter… and a new cliffhanger… Until next time, readers, ciao!