Unwelcome

by kayahartford-belikov

When a pregnant clarissa fray-Morgenstern and her two brothers get in a car accident her parents can no longer look at her, blaming her. After all they were only saving her. They send her as far away as possible where she will have to do it all alone, or will she? Please rate. Rated M for some lemons and violence.

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own the mortal instruments or any of the amazing characters. Please review. 3

After a long sleepless night, seven arrived. The second I heard the knock I wanted to scream, beg, and cry. I didn't know any of these people and I was going to be alone. I heard a soft voice on the other side of the door, my mothers.

"I love you and I am so sorry but it would be best if you were gone by the time Valentine wakes up, you know your father. He will come around but right now… we just can't." She was now sobbing as I heard footsteps walking away, bringing me further into the dark aloneness that was leaving me so empty and cold. I should have gotten rid of them. The thought honestly surprised me. I never once considered giving up the twins, not that they would have let me… John and Seb. They were excited to be uncles, even if their sister was only sixteen. I quickly gathered everything I owned and when I looked out the window there was a black car waiting. This was it, the last time I would step foot in my childhood home. My home for sixteen years, all of it was gone. The once happy shouting and teasing was now replaced with an eerie, depressing silence. The hallways, once full of light and happy childhood photos were now empty and full of darkness. The transformation scared me. Maybe leaving this house would be for the best. It was full of memories and memories like that could kill a person. I grabbed the picture of Seb, John, and me when I was five months pregnant off my night stand. One more month and they weren't going to be here to meet the twins, their first niece and nephew. I walked out to the car and loaded all my stuff in the trunk, taking two trips. The driver was a woman, mid thirties possibly forties. She had long black hair and almost gold eyes.

"Hello, You must be Clarissa. I am Celine Wayland and I own the home for pregnant teen girls, along with Maryse Lightwood. I'm really sorry about the circumstances in which we had to meet, I hope the institute in New York becomes your home." she welcomed before turning on the music and starting the long car ride in silence.