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K, so was a question, which I am prepared to answer.

1. How am I able to convey the thoughts and feelings of the characters so realistically?
Answer: Ok, so I feel like many TMI fanfic involing Clary getting abused has her trust outsiders (Izzy, Jace, Alec, etc.) far too easily. That's how I can convey each characters feeling: it's my determination to have Clary be an independent girl who can function without friends. Even though she will ALWAYS love Raphael and Luke, they are like family, and even then she doesn't call them 24/7 asking for help. The burden she has is something she alone must face, and so she faces it alone. There might be some bitches along her path, but she will rise up, and be strong.

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Clary remembered falling, and she heard two voices that's sounded like Luke and Raphael yelling for her.

She felt a surge on panic. Were they ok? Was she ok?

Where was she?

Clary tried opening her eyes, but it felt like they were sewn shut. After much effort, Clary opened her eyes slowly, and found Luke, Raphael, Jonathan, and her mother standing around her. They were absorbed in conversation, but when they saw her awake, Luke started crying. He and Raphael rushed to her side, and they held her hands.

"Clary," sobbed Luke. "You're alive. Oh god. We thought y-you d-died..."

Raphael looked at her with glazed eyes, and traced her cheek with his thumb. "Hermana, you scared the hell out of us. Don't you dare do that again."

She saw her brother and mother looking away awkwardly. Clary saw Jonathan tense when Raphael said hermana, and it seemed that he knew what it meant.

Clary spoke with great difficulty. "I-I..love you guys. I-I..."

She couldn't talk, due to the pain in her body. Her back was protesting, and her ribs were throbbing in pain. To top it all off, she had a splitting headache.

Clary didn't want to talk in front of her mom and blood brother. As far as she was concerned Raphael was her brother, and Luke was her father.

With some more effort, she voiced her thoughts. "Please...I-I don't want them here right now. Please."

Luke and Raphael looked at each other, nodded, and then turned around. Jocelyn was crying silently, tears rolling down her cheeks. Jonathan's face was blank, his face wiped of emotions. They silently exited the room, and Clary focused her attention on Luke and Raphael.

"Where am I?" she croaked, her voice sounding strained. Raphael ducked his head, and looked at the bed she was on.

"Clary," he whispered, "You're in Luke's house. Going to the hospital was risky, because if they saw you back -" Raphael sucked in a breath. "I called up a very good friend of mine, and he saw your back, put he won't say anything. Trust me on this one hermana. He's a doctor, and he did the best he could without the proper equipment."

Clary paled at the thought of someone she didn't know seeing her injuries. Fuck. If the guy who checked her up told anyone, there would be a shit ton of legal problems. She closed her eyes, struggling to contain the waves of pain she felt.

"How long have I been out?"

This time, Luke answered. "You were out for a day. It's Sunday. There's a lot of things we need to do Clary. You can't go back to Valentine. I know you won't like this but...you're going to live with your mom for some time. We need to sort things out, but for now, we know he can't do anything, because she is your parent. Please Clary. Don't refuse her offer. Accept it for Jonathan, and get to know your brother."

Clary took in a shuddering breath, and nodded her head in agreement, much to their surprise.

Luke looked at Raphael nervously, and he looked reluctant to tell her what he was going to say next. "Look Clary, I'll be blunt. Jocelyn and Jonathan were coming to my house for the third time, begging me to house them for the time being. They saw us carrying you, and pushed their way into my house. They saw everything. I'm sorry, so, so sorry. I-"

"Luke," rasped Clary. "Stop. I didn't want them to know about the...abuse, but there's nothing that we can do. It's ok."

Both of them sighed in relief, and they left her alone. She felt exhausted, and let sleep wash over her.

It took Clary three days to adjust to her new injuries. Valentine was looking for her, and she knew it. He was smart, and he knew Clary was with her mom. He would hunt her down, stopping at nothing to find her.

So far, she did a good job of hiding.

When Clary found out she was on bed rest till she got better, she asked Luke if she could catch up on her school work. Luckily for her, Raphael charmed her school's secretary, and he had all the absent work for her. She went ahead and finished it all, relieved that at least she would be maintaining her grades.

At the moment, she was still sore. Raphael's friend was a good person, but whether he was trustworthy or not was another problem. He sneaked Clary into his office, and took an x-ray. Several of her ribs were fractured, but thankfully, none were broken, although it seemed as if they were.

Clary's back was a whole other story. Her back was swollen and red, and it was...disturbing to look at. The words Valentine carved into her scarred badly, and the letters were completely black.

She had to put ointment on her back, and wrap it up daily. It was painful, but Clary knew she had to suck it up.

"Luke!" begged Clary. "It's been six days since I've gone to school. They're getting suspicious! I'll be fine, I promise."

Luke pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll let you go IF Raphael agreed with this idea."

Raphael looked at Clary in the eye, and after a couple seconds, relented. "Fine. But you will call me if something happens, right?"

Clary smiled. "Of course."

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