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Summary: Ever since Clary's Dad died she had sworn that she would never speak again, but when Jace, her brothers best friend convinces her to talk she became a better version of herself. That is, until her Mother remarries to Valentine, once again she hides bruises and scars from her friend's and 'family' all of whom have abandoned her apart from the one that was there in the first place.

CPoV

5 weeks later.

Jonathan came home for the funeral. It had been a small funeral, with only close family and friends: Clary, Jon, Valentine, Sebastian and Marsey Lightwood, who had become close friend with Jocelyn. Clary hadn't said a word throughout the whole service and no one tried to speak to her.

During the repast Izzy, Alec, Magnus and Jace came all dressed in black. Clary couldn't help but notice how the blackness of Jace's clothes made his hair stand out, almost like it was glowing. Jon had stood gawping at Clary and Jace when she threw herself at him, kissing him against the wall. To be fair, so did the rest of the party.

.o.O.o.

Jon and Sebastian were kicking a ball around idly in the back garden, Valentine was on the phone, probably talking to another business partner; Clary still didn't know what he did, and she was lounging on a deck chair reading a book.

It was a warm day, unusually warm for autumn, and everyone was in a good mood, or as good as Valentine and Sebastian got. Valentine and Sebastian had left Clary alone since the funeral; Sebastian had almost been nice to her. He had come up to her room the day after the funeral and asked if she was ok, or if she needed anything. It was probably just because her brother was home.

Clary's book was knocked out of her had when a ball hit her hard in the wrist. She looked up and saw Jon and Sebastian coming towards her; Jon looking apologetic and Sebastian hiding a smirk. So things are back to normal.

'Sorry Clary.' Jon said picking up her book and placing it on her knee.

'S'kay.' She said with a sigh, trying to find her page again.

Sebastian picked up the ball and held it under his arm. 'What you reading?' He asked plucking the book out of her hands.

'Hey! Give that back.' Clary said reaching up but Sebastian held it higher.

'A Tale of Two Cities.' Sebastian said, sniggering as he held the book out of Clary's reach. 'I knew a girl once that read this all the time. She was weird.'

'Give it back.' Clary said dropping back against the chair in defeat.

Jonathan was laughing at Sebastian. 'Come on, Seb. Give it back to her now.' Sebastian dropped the book on Clary and walked off again with Jon, who was laughing at the other boy.

Clary continued reading until someone cast a shadow over her. She looked up at Valentine and he looked down at her. 'Clarissa, someone is here for you.' Clary looked around him and saw Jace standing by the back fence that lead onto the front of the house.

'OK,' Clary said looking back at Valentine. Valentine walked off and Jace approached. She smiled at him and closed her book as Jace sat down on the edge of her chair.

'Hey, there.' Jace said patting her leg.

'Hello.' Clary said putting her book down on the floor. 'What are you doing here?'

'I'm just seeing my favourite girl on my favourite day.' Jace said with a smile that was to cheesy.

Clary blushed. 'Do you even know what day it is?'

Jace's eyebrows creased, 'Thursday?'

Clary laughed and turned to see Jon running over to them. Sebastian was following, but slowly, as if unsure what was happening.

'Hey Jace,' Jonathan said, 'what's going on here, exactly?' He added, sounding like a concerned big brother, which he was.

'Jon, relax. What could I possibly do to your young, naïve, innocent, inexperienced –'

Clary broke Jace off by kicking him hard in the side and scowling.

'Keep it PG 13.' Jon said and walked away. As soon as Jon had left Sebastian appeared.

'Jace.'

'Sebastian.'

'I see you and Clarissa are, what? Are you two considered a couple?'

'What's it to you?' Jace said shuffling closer to Clary. 'It's not like you care what goes in her life.'

Sebastian paused before answering. 'You're right. I don't.' He scowled at Jace and Clary then headed back to Jon.

Jace turned to face Clary, 'what was all that about?'

'I have no idea.' Clary laid back down on her deck chair and closed her eyes, feeling her pale skin heat under the sun.

'Move over.' She heard Jace say. She scooted up making room for Jace and felt him lie down next to her. She felt Jace's arm around her shoulders and she leant into him sighing.

After a silence Jace spoke. 'So, how are things since, you know?'

'Don't talk about it.' Clary mumbled.

'But, you're ok, aren't you? I mean, Sebastian's leaving you alone isn't he?'

'Yeah, sure. Now, please Jace, can we not talk about it?'

'Ok.'

Clary's eyes were still closed and she was listening to the sounds surrounding her: the birds singling their melodies, the sound of Sebastian and Jace playing football and the faint footsteps of people walking along the road. The sounds had something soothing about them, she felt like she was in her own little bubble where nothing could hurt her.

Clary's bubble was popped when Jace sat up and stretched. Clary opened her eyes and was almost blinded by the sun. She closed them again and sat up. Jace was stood up. 'Where are you going?' She asked him shielding her eyes from the sun.

'To the loo.' Jace said, 'Why? Can you not bear to be without me?' He asked sarcastically. Clary struggled to think of a witty come back do she just stuck her tongue out at him. 'Very flattering.' Jace said turning to go. Clary stood up and looked around; Valentine had disappeared and Sebastian and Jace were still playing football but now there was another boy that Clary recognised as Jordan.

Clary walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. She looked around until her eyes locked on a photo pinned to the fridge. It was one of Clary's fifth birthday taken outside; Jonathan had his arm around Clary and Luke and Jocelyn were standing behind them. She felt her eyes start to water and she held her breath. She pressed the bottom of her hands into her eyes until she started to see shining patterns across her eyelids.

'Clary?'

She looked up expecting Jace but saw Jonathan. 'Are you alright?'

Clary forced the tears threatening to spill back down and cleared her throat, 'Yeah, I'm fine.' Jon sat next to her and studied her face.

'Where's Jace?' He asked.

'Bathroom,' Clary said. 'Why aren't you with Sebastian?'

Jonathan shrugged. 'I saw you walk in here so I followed you.'

'Why?'

'Because, that's what big brothers do. They follow around their little sisters, constantly looking over their shoulders, making sure everything is alright.' He said smiling.

'Yeah, well, I'm fine, honestly.' Clary said smiling back.

Jon stood up, 'That's what I like to hear.' He was halfway out of the door when he turned and said: 'Oh and by the way, congratulations with you and Jace, he's had a crush on you since that time I hit you with a football.' Clary blushed and Jon left.

Clary stood up and walked down the hall where she bumped into Jace's chest face first. Startled Clary jumped back and hit the wall behind her. 'Oh, hey.' Jace said.

'Hey, sorry about that.' Clary said.

'No problem. You heading anywhere in particular?'

'No, just wondering around. What time is it?'

Jace checked his phone and looked shocked. 'Like half six, I better get back.' He said.

'Oh, ok.' Clary said not managing to hide the disappointment in her voice. Jace pulled her in and hugged her, planting a kiss on the top of her head. She turned her head up and kissed Jace on the lips. Jace's hands moved down Clary's and rested on Clary's lower back. Clary entwined her fingers in Jace's hair and stood on her tiptoes.

Jace finally pulled away from Clary. 'I have to go, see you tomorrow.'

Clary walked into the living room and slouched down into the couch. Sighing she looked up to the celling and stared at the cracks in the plaster. She closed her eyes and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

.o.O.o.

Clary woke up sprawled out on the couch with a blanket thrown over her. She pulled herself into a sitting position and looked around; the lights were off and everything was quite except for the faint sound of her brothers snoring coming from the spare room. She stood up and closed her eyes as a wave of dizziness washed over her sending her back down to the couch.

Once she was stable she stood up aging and walked out into the hall. Clary had never been comfortable with the dark and the fact that no one else was awake didn't help. She ran up the stairs at full speed and had to grab the banister at the top to stop herself from going flying.

She was halfway to her room when she was stopped by a figure emerging from Sebastian's room. 'Hey, Clary.'

'Sebastian?' Clary asked squinting to see in the darkness. The light was switched on and she saw Jordan leaning against the wall in front of her. 'Jordan?'

Jordan raised his eyebrow and scanned her up and down. He moved a step closer to Clary trapping her in the corner.

'What do you want?' Clary asked when he stepped closer again.

Jordan smirked and moved even more closer to Clary standing tall over her. He put his arms on either side of the wall trapping Clary in an almost cage.

'Jordan,' Clary said but it was barely a whisper.

Jordan's lips pressed down on Clary's. She was too shocked to do anything but stand there. Jordan pressed his body close to Clary's and his lips pulled away, his hand reached down to Clary's jeans and he tried to open the button. 'Jordan! Get off!' Clary almost shouted, struggling to get away. With his other hand Jordan covered Clary's mouth. Her jeans were undone and Jordan's fingers were playing with the hem of her pants. Clary could feel tears streaming down her face and onto Jordan's hand that was still pressed against her mouth stifling any sound she attempted to make. She felt a cold hand up the front of her top and she screamed into Jordan's hand when her bra was pulled down. Jordan grinned –

And was pulled away from Clary. Clary slid down the wall, her knees giving way. She looked up in time to see Sebastian hit Jordan in the eye knocking him down to the floor.

'What the fuck are you doing?' He said kicking the other boy in the head. Jordan looked up at Sebastian through a swollen eye.

'I thought-'

Sebastian hauled Jordan up by the front of his shirt and looked him in the eye. 'You touch her again and I'll fucking kill you.' He threw Jordan towards the stairs and he ran down them and out the front door. Clary stared at Sebastian through watery eyes, her mouth slightly open.

'What are you looking at?' Was all he said, and then he disappeared back into his room.

Clary sat in the corner trying to figure out what exactly just happened. Eventually she crawled into her room and up onto her bed where she curled up in a ball hugging Jace's shirt. It still had Jace's scent on it, apples and sunshine.

Someone knocked on Clary's door. She sat bolt upright and hid Jace's shirt under her pillow. 'Come in.'

Sebastian stood in the doorway, his large frame outlined by the light coming from the landing. He smirked, a cruel thing promising something bad was going to happen. The worst thing was his eyes dark with lust; he looked at her like he owned her, like she was a possession that belonged to him. She hated it.

'Clarissa,' he said stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, 'I don't think you know how I feel about you.'

'Seba-'

'No,' His eyes dared her to challenge him. 'You think you have all the freedom in the world to do whatever you want, whenever you want, in your case, be a fucking slut. But dear sister, you don't understand that you can't do anything you want. I own you and you are mine, until I say you can do something you won't speak or even think about doing anything else. I control you. I will make you mine, but not tonight, dads here tonight.' A door slammed. 'We'll continue when we're alone.' He marched forward and grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her face forward and her lips on his. She thrashed around; trying to get away but he wouldn't let her, his grip like iron. He trailed hot kisses down her neck before biting down hard. 'Dear, dear sister, you are mine. If I see you with angel boy again, I won't stop, even for dad.' He stood up and walked out of the room, but not before placing another cold kiss right where blood stained her skin.

Ok, so that's chapter 9. Just want to thank my friend (If-I-Could-I-Wouldn't) for helping me with this chapter. You should read some of her stuff, they are pretty good.

I should be wrapping this story up within the next few chapters, maybe 2 more.