Here's the chapter, Shout out to dauntlessoilder and AnnieBea for your great reviiews thank you so much, and to winter's cry for helping me come up with the plot of almost the entire story.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, that belongs to the marvelous Cassandra Clare.

Jace POV

"Before we were born, our that man loved my mom more than anyone in the world." Jon starts, his pale blond hair covering the sadness in his eyes. "He was the best lawyer in the state-Valentine Morgensten. He never lost a case, until I was 6 and my sister 5. It drove him crazy and he blamed my sister for being so irritable. That's when the abuse started. Valentine started hurting my mother and I don't know if he touched my sister or not, but he always blamed her for everything. Said that Clary was the reason that he couldn't keep up with his work, he even accused my mom of loving her more than him. They didn't get a divorce until I was 8 since Valentine had people preventing it from happening.

"I don't know what he did to Clary but I do know that it was really bad. She's always been shaken up about it. If anyone even mentioned his name she shuts down immediately. That sick excuse of a father never touched me, thank the angel. For some reason Valentine adored me, and was gentle to me but not to my sister. I still don't get he did that to her, but if I ever found the man I would beat him to pieces for what he did to our family." And I thought my past was messed up.

"Have you ever... talked to Clary about what he did?" I asked, hoping my I wasn't prying far enough to shut off Jon too.

"I haven't, but I sometimes go downstairs only to see my mother and sister crying their eyes out and I can only assume the worse."

"Do you think that I could maybe try?"

"Dude, you are welcome to give it a shot but I don't think that you will get anywhere. I doubt even her best friend knows." As if on cue, ratface himself stumbled in the door at that moment.

"What are you doing at my house?"

"Clary texted is she in her room?" Why was he getting to see her? I should be the one comforting her. Wait WHAT? Since when did I want to comfort Clary? You don't like her, you just feel bad that she's like this, and feel bad for bulling her. That's it.

"Upstairs" Jon answered, suddenly looking bored. How can he seemed so uninterested at the pain that he put his sister in? Does he have no sympathy?

Simon was gone in a flash of glasses and messy brown hair.

"Want to watch a movie?" Jon offered, all signs of guilt or hurt wiped off his face.

Clary POV

I still can't believe that Jon would do that! He doesn't even know the entire story of what Valentine did to me!

This isn't the first time Jon's slipped up and forgotten. In these situations there's only one person I can go to: Simon. I instantly send him a text

Hey can u come over

Why?

I need help

Over in ten

That was all it took, three little words and Simon would always be there for me. He had such a great past, why couldn't I have been born his twin sister or something?

My fingers twitch with the need to draw, so I grab my sketchbook and just draw. My sketchbook is like my own personal diary. All of my feelings are in there, expressed through pencil and paper. I am always amazed by the fact that my hands seem to move purely of their own accord, I hardly even know what I am drawing until I can look upon the finished product.

"Knock knock." I would know that voice anywhere, the same voice that I can always depend upon.

"Come in." I say flatly, why did I ask him to come over?

"What do you need help with?" Simon asks, while walking over to me and sitting on my bed.

"Simon you know what I need help with." I had told Simon about my past, but I left out some details.

"Something tells me that you aren't telling me everything." Damm it! Why did he have those psychic powers that where he could sense my lies? "You know I can't help you fully unless you tell me everything." Why was he so perceptive?

"You already know about how my parents divorced and how he hurt my mother there's not much left to tell."

"Did he only hurt your mother?" Simon's inquisitive personality was going to make the secret that only one other person in the world knew spill out. I had to trust him right? He was my best friend.

"Your... right." I choked out, my wispy voice trembling from the recollections of the past. "My mother wasn't the only one, healsohurtme." I spoke faster than I ever had, as if not being able to understand the words it wouldn't be true.

"He hurt you too!" Simon's face contorted into one of rage, shouting at the new information. That's when the tears started to spill over. I had gone without speaking of it for so many years, all of my feeling that I kept caged in broke free, and I collapsed in my best friends embrace.

"Yes. It started when I was almost five. The first time he hurt me wasn't so bad, it was a blow to my stomach-easily concealable." Since you spilled it out Clary you might as well tell him everything. "He hardly ever hurt me, until about a year later when he wanted to punish my mother so he beat me in front of her face. Then the frequency of the beatings increased until I was 8 and they happened everyday. The day before my parents divorced it was the worse. Valentine snuck into the house and beat me senseless when I broke my arm, that was his doing. Everything was healed but I have a scar on the left side of my stomach from where he dragged a knife across it. I haven't seen him since the divorce-the happiest day of my life. But before he left for good, he told me that I was the fault of everything and that he would come for me again."

"HE DID WHAT TO YOU CLARISSA!?" This voice wasn't Simon's however, my brother stood in the now-open doorway shaking with fury and Jace on his right side.

Jon POV

"He hurt you too!" A shout echoed throughout the house, too low for my sister so it had to be the geek.

"You don't think he's talking about... him do you?" Jace's concerned voice rings in my ear, I have to know who hurt Clary. Wait why does it even matter? I never helped her in years and this is no excuse to go soft. I'm not going soft I just want to know what that he did. Once I had my thoughts straight I raced up the stairs to my sister's closed bedroom door, Jace following close behind me.

"-It started when I was almost five. The first time he hurt me wasn't so bad, it was a blow to my stomach-easily concealable." He beat my sister before she was even five years old! What sick creep is he? "He hardly ever hurt me, until about a year later when he wanted to punish my mother so he beat me in front of her face. Then the frequency of the beatings increased until I was 8 and they happened everyday. The day before my parents divorced it was the worse." Her words were like knives against my skin, making it hard for me to even stand since I was filled with so much rage. How could that had gone on for so long without me knowing? That's when all the pieces fit in place, the days my sister was sick and couldn't even get out of bed. Why hadn't they told me? "Valentine snuck into the house and beat me senseless when I broke my arm, that was his doing. Everything was healed but I have a scar on the left side of my stomach from where he dragged a knife across it. I haven't seen him since the divorce-the happiest day of my life. But before he left for good, he told me that I was the fault of everything and that he would come for me again."

That was it. I don't care if my sister knew that I was listening, I was too furious to even think.

"HE DID WHAT TO YOU CLARISSA!?" My sister had never look more hurt, tears flowing down her checks like waterfalls, eyes brimmed red around her irises, she had never looked so vulnerable in all her life. Upon seeing me, she jerked out of Simon's grasp, and faced me. What was once forlorn turned to fuming as my sister looked at me, locking her emerald eyes with my black ones.

"Were you listing the entire time?"

"That's not important, what's important is did he really do all that to you?"

"I think it is relevant if you choose to invade my privacy and listen to my conversation!"

"I'm sorry for caring about you if that's what you want me to say!" Both of us were shouting at a dangerous volume but neither of us cared.

"So you pick this one time in my life to finally care about me? I know you brother, you just want something to use against me so you can tell Aline and she can tease me more!"

"You think that's what this is about? I don't sell out my sister I can't believe you think that little of me!"

"So the reason I went to the hospital with a allergic reaction wasn't because you told her that I was allergic to peanut butter and some just magically ended up in my lunch?" She questioned, and I raked my mind to prove her wrong, but I only remembered telling Aline that.

"Oh my god Clare-bear I didn't mean for it to spill out."

"Well you don't seem sorry since you keep on doing it! Where do you think she got the name Clare-bear from? You just keep on spewing information about me to keep your "popular" spot and I am sick of it and sick of you. You keep on letting me suffer and you choose now to come into my life and act like my brother? Come on Simon lets go someplace where people actually care about us." She finished that last sentence with so much venom it stung. And she had every right.

What was I going to do now?

Wait why did I care?

Clary POV

I still can't believe he did that. Not to mention Jace was next to him which meant he knew. Another person who knows how scared I am.

"My place marvel marathon?" Simon asked with as much gentleness in his voice he could muster.

"You know me so well lets go."

Two bags of popcorn, five packets of candy, and three movies later it was 12am and I had no intention of going back to my brother.

"Can I sleep over?"

"As if I would let you go back over there." He replies, sneering at the end. "Don't worry I'll protect you." I laugh at the absurd comment from him, but it comforts me nonetheless.

"Night" I call out tucking into the couch as sleep comes to take me.

It's the best sleep I've had in weeks.

So that's the chapter, and I have If I stay calling my name!