I would like to apologize for the wait. It's been almost a month! I don't want to give excuses but I didn't think that 7th grade would be so busy with clubs and events and studing but it took me by suprise. I'll try my best to keep on updating as frequently as I can. I dedicate this chapter to the guest who left me the AMAZING review.

Carissa Herondale- LOVE the name, and I'll try!

Mrs. Eatonlove-thank you so much, but in real life I am the least sympathetic person so I really don't know how I pulled this ff together

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Clary POV

A week. I had been stuck in this hel-I mean hospital for a week. Nothing about this place seemed like "the perfect place to relax and get back to full health". Not to mention this was where I came after mom found out about... him.

The punches, screams, scars. Everything that I had spent to long trying to block out came rushing back to me, more descriptive than ever.

Flashback

This was the best day ever. The heavens and the earth seemed to shine as it was the beginning of summer before kindergarden. Oh I couldn't wait until I would be able to go to school, and have friends, maybe Jon will show me around?

But the harsh slamming of the door cut off my blithe daydreaming.

"CLARISSA GET OUT HERE." Daddy? But why was he being so harsh?

"Yes daddy?"

"I lost my first case tonight and it. Was. Because. Of. You." He shouted in my ear, enunciating each of his words with a punch.

"Mommy!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, the pain was like a whip cracking onto my body, breaking every bone.

"VALENTINE WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO OUR DAUGHTER!?" Everything was blurry, but even in my current state I could see the fury seething throughout each of them.

"This little abomination is the reason that I lost tonight's case. I NEVER lose a case and it is because of her that I have lost my status. SHE HAS TO BE PUNISHED"

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN HURT CLAY LIKE THAT YOU SICK (insert swear word of choice)" My mother's attempts of prying me out of my father's grip was futile, and to prove his point he shoved me into the fridge with a torturous thump. Right now I was as mobile as a rag doll.

"Now you listen to me. You will do what I say and I will do what I want or I will not hesitate to kill Clarissa."

"You are a lawyer, you know that I can turn you in and get you arrested." How quick the mood subsided to the scary-calm voice

"But if you know anything about my job, you would realize that I have many connections. Manny many connections that would never have your case make it to court." He responded with that sly grin of his. The grin that gave him the upper hand, changed everything I though I knew about my father.

"Okay." My mother's voice was a whimpering whisper, barley audible. But that one word changed my life forever

End flashback

So many things had changed that night. I can hardly stand talking to my mother even though she tries so hard. I just shut her out. Everything reminds me of the past. I lost the man I once called dad, got a mother broken by what she once thought was love, and grew apart from a brother I thought I knew.

Did I know my brother?

He told me that everything that he did... was a misunderstanding?

Was he telling the truth? Did Aline really manipulate him so that she believed that I was worse than she ever was? There was once a time when I considered Jonathan my best friend, but that was before. I can't help the longing of what I should have had. How having Jon as a real brother rand not the one that he has been to me. If I could just have one day when wit would all be right... Maybe I could have that future someday, but those drams were smashed a long time ago and are what they are now, just dreams. Fancy little whims that once brought such promise. Once did. Before everything happened.

Before my abusive father, depressed mother, bipolar brother, and a life rid of drama.

I used to be able to live my life without worrying about what terrors awaited tomorrow. But that time existed so long ago, I can't even remember a time like that.

And then there was Jace.

Jace

What was with him. First he hates me and always makes my very existence miserable, and now he is all sentimental and kind. But that was all just an act that the put on with Aline. Was it really? Could I have been wrong this entire time?

I mean he had shared his life story with me, and the shattered look in his eyes was self-explanatory that he was crushed. That could mean he could help me get over the aching feeling that I get inside. Then he did seem truly concerned when he saw my phone with the suicide possibilities. And he apparently stayed by my side while I was unconscious, not to mention he practically saved me from getting hit by that car.

No matter what, I couldn't forget what he had done. All the tears shed in secret, humiliation that coursed through my veins each day, then how everyone had turned against me. It had taken him so long to see what Aline was making him do was so wrong, if he does think that way,

I was at a crossroad. Put my trust in someone who could potently make or break me. Or I could continue where I was now and never trust anyone again. Never find th elite joy in having a friend. Never let someone in.

Take a risk and risk it all, or play it safe but suffer the consequences.

Try something new and uncover a discovery, or never make another adventure.

Create a path that could result in what I've always wanted, or continue along a path full of solitude.

Everyone wanted me to give them a chance.

And maybe I will

Just maybe.

So that was mainly a filter chapter.