CHAPTER 12

***CLARY***

Clary jolted awake to a banging on the door, "Isabelle! Get out here now!", Maryse shouted.

Izzy woke up, "Coming, Mom!", she called, "Just getting dressed!"

"About time. I've been calling for you for the past ten minutes", Maryse muttered, walking away. Clary looked at Izzy,

"You sould probably go home", Izzy said sadly. Clary nodded in understanding and got up,

"Promise we can do that again sometime?", she asked shyly, referring to last night.

"How about I take you out to dinner first?", Izzy asked, standing up as well, "I want to be more than 'friends with benefits'"

"That sounds like a great idea", Clary smiled, pulling on cloths, "Next friday?"

"Great", Izzy smiled, releived. She pressed her lips against Clary's for a quick kiss. When they pulled back, Clary frowned, just realizing something, "What?", Izzy asked.

"How am I going to get out unnoticed?", Clary wonderd.

Izzy frowned in thought, "You could climb out the window again. Our houses are built the same, so there's plenty of drainpipes and windows"

"Okay"

Clary walked to the window and climbed out untill only her head was visible, "Bye"

"Bye", Isabelle smiled.

Clary climbed down and walked slowly to her front door, dreading the talk with her parents that was sure to happen. Clary took a deep breath and opened the door.

Of course, Valentine, Jocelyn and Jonathan were sitting on the couch, all of them looking worried sick. Valentine jumped up as soon as he saw Clary, "CLARISSA! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?", he demanded.

Clary paled, "U-um... I was just at... a... place?", it came out as a question.

Valentine crossed his arms, "Sit", he commanded. Intimidated, Clary sat on the couch across from her familly.

"Do you know your mother almost had a heart attack when Jonathan told us you were in bed... with a GIRL!?"

Clary shot daggers at Jonathan, 'Traitor', she mouthed at him. Jon looked guilty.

"And we were all worried sick when you ran off like that!", her mother chimed in, "You can't do that to us, Clary!"

Clary hung her head in shame. "But we're getting ahead of ourselves", Valentine spoke so calmly that it scared even Jonathan, "How about we start with why you were in bed with another female in the first place, hmm?"

Clary swallowed, "I-I don't know...", she said timidly.

"Who was she?", Jocelyn asked.

"M-my friend Isabelle"

"Isabelle Lightwood!? But she was such a nice girl!", Jocelyn said in disbelief.

"She still is", Clary snapped, "Someones sexuality doesn't determine weather their a good person or not"

"I know it doesn't", Jocelyn apologized quickly, "I just didn't expect her too... take advantage of you like that"

"Take advantage of me?", Clary asked confused.

"Jonathan said you left for a date and came back not an hour later. It is obvious the boy dumped you and you were in need of emotional support", Valentine stated.

"For starters, I dumped the boy because he was a bastard and it's not like a went through a major break up or something anyways. It was our first date!"

Her father took a deep breath, "Just assure me it was a one time make-out session, and I will let you go with minimal grounding"

"It wasn't", Clary said defiantly, "I'm going on a date with with her in a few days. And you assume we only made out"

Valentine's eyebrows shot up and pure anger took over his face. Jocelyn burst into tears. "You gave yourself to that girl?", he marched forward and Clary stood up, right in his face,

"Completly", she snarled.

What her father did next shocked eveyone in the room, inculding Valentine. His hand came up and craked across her face. Clary stumbled a fell, both in shock and pain. She lay on the floor for a moment in pure disbeleif . Pain broke though the shock and suddenly flared across her cheek as she felt a tear make it's way out of her eye. Neither of her parents had so much as spanked her before.

Valentine stepped forward hesitantly, "Clarissa-"

Clary jumped up and shoved past him, up to her room, slamming the door shut and locking it. She looked in the mirror in her bathroom and saw a hand-shaped red mark stand out brightly against her pale cheek.

There was a knock at the door, "Clarissa? Please come out, I just want to talk", she heard her father call.

Clary opened the door and glared up at her father. He sucked in a breath upon seeing his hand print branded on his daughters face. There was regret in his eyes as he raised a shaky hand to her cheek. Clary slapped his hand away, not ready to forgive him yet, "What?", she snapped.

"I'm sorry-"

"Nope. How long am I grounded?"

"One month"

"K", she slammed the door in his face and heard a sigh from the other side.

AN: I don't think I've said this before, but thank everyone of you guys that read and actually like my stories. Everytime I get a posotive reveiw it completely makes my day :)writing is one of the only things that keeps me sane these day since I'm going through major depression right now. Thank you guys.