So I'm trying to update A.T.R. at least once a week, but's really hard. School is crazy, but I go on spring break next week and I want to get at least one update in then. Plus it's getting... challenging coming up with ideas for this story.

To the guest that reviewed in Spanish: first of all, thank the angel for google translate! Secondly, thanks for the review, it helped with the last chapter and what may come in future ones.

Here is chapter 27: He's Back!

Clary

Do you know that feeling when you think that everything in the world in the world is finally falling back into place, but then life just has it out for you? That sums up my entire existence.

Just when everything finally seemed to be getting better, I was starting to warm back up to Simon, and Jace was really helping me with math and the exact opposite of what he was before, my mom was finally acting like my mom, and Jonathan, well that was the only thing that didn't improve.

Then my dad comes crashing in.

A couple hours ago

"Now Clary, I will love you know matter what, but don't go around acting like Haley and doing what she does. No saying your having sex with someone as a way to get out of conversations with me!" Sure the episode was a rerun of when Sarah was helping Andy with his new job.

"Mom, since when have I even hinted at that?"
"Good point. I know that I can trust you." From the look in her eyes, I can tell that she is 100% genuine. The mere thought of my mom fully trusting and putting her faith in me brings a mile wide smile to my face, and on hers too.

Ring! Ring!

"Hello?…This is she…Wait WHAT!" Something just happened on the phone with my mom. "He did WHAT!… What's going to happen to my family now?" What was that person on the phone telling her? "There better be all the necessary precautions after he got away from where YOU were holding him!… Yes I understand… Goodbye." Okay, now I was worried.

"Mom, what's going on? Who was on the phone?"

"That was the police, they just told me that your father… escaped."

End Flashback

Since then everything has been a blur. A massive red blur of emotions. Every wall that I had built up to protect myself from my own nightmares of my father. The man that ruined my life, plagued my every nightmare, the reason I have had to live my life in fear for so many years, if now free!

I had just finally gotten over my father. Simon used to be the only boy that I ever trusted. Since that lonely night after I told Simon everything. That was really the only way I had managed to survive with Jace for so long, I would have never survived with out his help.

For so long he beat me bloody, until I couldn't even move. I despised him with all the hate that my heart could contain.

I'd just been shutting myself away from all humanity. I couldn't bring myself to carry my body outside and face the rest of my family. I just can't. I just stopped the tears. Honestly, I don;t consider myself an easy crier. But when something like this happens, I can't even finish my thoughts as another waterfall of tears pour down my heated cheeks, and a chocked sob escapes my throat.

Maybe reading can help distract me. Worth a shot I grab the first book I find, The Diary of a Young Girl. That's that book about the Jewish girl… Anne Frank I think. I open to the first page, and engross myself in the reading for a while until I reach a certain part.

"Saturday 28 November 1942

Mr. Dussel complains about me all the time. And the said he liked children! He complains to Mother, and then she is angry with me too. I think about it all in bed at night. Am I so bad? I either laugh or cry, and then I fall asleep, wanting to be different. It's very confusing."

Anne's life seems a bit like my own. I'm not hiding in a secret annex, but the connections she has to her family.

Mr. Dussel is anyone at school. I do one wrong thing, and then there's a thousand other-worse-things that everyone else mocks me for.

Her mom, is a mixture of Jonathan and my own mother. Jonathan just goes along with the crowd and what they say, he never retaliates against them or tries to defend me like a normal brother does. Sure he's acting with a bit more hospitality now, but he still hangs out with Aline and lets her poison his mind. For my mom, well in the book they never get along. Anne just can't find it in her to warm up to her mother because she is so frustrating.

The father, who is Anne's preferred and much more loved parent, is like no one for me. I used to have Simon in that role. Always there for me, understanding what I was going through. I might have forgiven him, but nothing can change what happened in the past.

Peter, who is like a confusing love interest, is like Jace. Sometimes you can act like best friends, but there are so many complications in-between, so many people standing in the way. But the biggest obstacle is ourselves. The way that we feel about each other. I don't even know how I feel about Jace right now.

Then there's the Nazi's, who are what they are hiding from. In my awful life, that's my dad. The storm on a rainy day, the pothole stopping you from reaching your destination, the burden on your shoulders you can never get off. I've tried so hard to free myself from his grasp. I was finally getting over him, then he comes right back into my life like a wrecking ball. He is the reason that I can't live my life without pain. I will always have him weighing down on me. And now he's loose!

Maybe this book wasn't such a good idea. Even when I try to do reading, something that I have always enjoyed, everything relates back to him.

I will never be free of my father, and the burden that he is in my life.

Valentine

"Blackwell how is my dear family reacting to my prison outbreak?"
"I'm looking at the living room through their window (A/N I don't think I specified where they live but it's a house) and no one's in there. There was a call a couple hours ago that made Jocelyn and that daughter break out into tears though. Jonathan has been out of the house for a while. Wait, the police just showed up outside their house. They must be there to keep you out." I hope you didn't miss me too much. And don't count on those police.

"Glad to see that their reacting to my return. I'm so glad they haven't forgotten me!" I replied, sarcasm dripping from my every word.

"You're not a very forgettable person Valentine. Now remember, as much as you want to make your move, you can't. Those police just proved my point. We don't have to wait forever, but only until they let their guard down. Then we strike like a python."
"The deadliest one in the world." With that I end the call, with grin slowly forming on my face.

You are going to regret ever being born my dear Clarissa.

Echromai, I am coming.

All credit for the Anne Frank reading goes to Anne Frank, it is an excerpt. Also, at least this chapter is a bit longer than the others right?