Thank you for everyone that Reviewed, Favorite, and Followed! I have 9 followers and 2 favorites as you can probably see at the top of the screen! And that's just the first chapter! Thank you everyone! I hope you like this chapter… I know that I've been adding in a lot if details in the chapter, but that's really just so you can know what the characters are like in this story. I had to change Clary a little to make her the little girl who has had a rougher life then what Cassandra Clare done. Same thing with Jonathan… The rest of the characters will be introduced in the upcoming chapters, so keep your eyes open! See yah at the bottom!
With a long and hard sigh, I opened the door to the big, three story house. I walked into the house with an armful of luggage and a nauseating headache. As I entered, I could hear Valentine and Jonathan trailing behind me, hopefully feeling as sucky as I feel. If anyone needs blaming for the five hour plain ride from California to New York, it was Valentine. He was the one who had 'businesses' that he needed to tend to here. We all should be blaming him. But then again, if we ever where to back talk Valentine for making Jonathan and I travel the whole five hours, we were sure to be beaten senseless, like I've been before.
Once I was in the middle of the front parlor, I let go of the bags and fell down onto the wooden floor, happy that I was able to lie down. I heard my back let out a big and pleasant popping sound. I sighed, relieved that I was able to stretch out my sore and raw limbs. But it didn't last long.
"Clarissa! Get up off of that floor right know and start unpacking! We don't have time to mess around, we have things to do!" Valentine yelled as he walked in, Jonathan in tow. I quickly got up from my spot on the floor and stood up with heist. When I was up, I picked up my bags and started heading upstairs. I knew where I was going even thought this house was alien to me. Valentine had already told Jonathan and me that I was going to have the smaller bedroom, Valentine the biggest, and Jonathan the other. So, really, I just needed to find the smallest room, and that would by my new room for the next two months or so.
Yay, me! (Cough, Cough, Sarcastic. Cough, Cough.)
After finally ending on the third floor where I knew the bedrooms would be, (Valentine told us on the plain where the rooms where to avoid wasting precious time, as he put it.) I started going through all of the rooms, trying to find the smallest room. The first room that I went in looked like the master bedroom, Valentines. I then went to the other room, and then the other at the back of the hall. When I walked in, I knew that room was the smallest. But as I looked around it, it wasn't all that small, just the smallest out of the bunch. I even liked the room. There was a queen size bed with a light green bedspread and pillows to one wall with dark wood night stands on either side. On the wall in front of me, there was a window facing out to the busy streets of New York. There was then a built in closet over at the other wall, and a long dark wood desk sitting next to that. I fell in love with it; above the desk where different cupboards where I could put my different varieties of art supplies. Everything an artist ever wanted. As I pealed my eyes off of the desk, I looked out over to the floor and saw it matched all the other wood furniture's. It was the same dark wood flooring with a plush green rug that sat in the middle. I could already feel the fuzziness on my skin. The walls were painted a plain white, but I was sure to change that soon. A smile came up on my face.
I went over to the bed and laid down my bags. I then quickly went through my green bag with a big letter C written in black, until I found my art supplies. I then got out my big bottles of paint and paint brushes and sat them down on the desk. I had various colors of paint, but the first one that caught my eyes was the mild green color. As a smile spread across my face, my hands started to itch for the paint brush to be in my hand. The picture was laid out clear in my mind, and all I had to do was start painting it. I got out my plate that had different places to put paint in it; I sat it down on the desk, opened up the bottle of paint, squirted a big amount on the plate, and picked out the biggest paint brush I owned. I dipped it into the paint, and then went over to the wall that my bed rested on, and started to paint on the plain white wall. I painted flowers, trees, grasses, and other nature pictures like birds and rabbits. I wanted the room to look very open and like a little innocent teenager lived here, not some teenager who's the daughter of the one and only Valentine Morgenstern. In this room, I wanted to be able to pretend that I'm a good girl and I don't have to fallow the sick rules like killing people just for my dad's sake.
At points like these, I would axially prefer my mom then my dad. Yes, I know that my mom is her own evil person for leaving her two children who were only 4 months and 3 years old. I was four months and Jonathan 3 years old, so I don't remember mom, but I think Jonathan would remember her a little. I would ask him if he was my normal brother, but he isn't. I wouldn't want to know what he would do if I asked him. We never had had a normal conversation forever. Probably never. But, still. I'm sure if I lived with my mother, she wouldn't want me to be using my rune making powers, (long story for another day) or train like any other normal Shadowhunters have to go through. She probably wouldn't like the idea of me being a Shadowhunter since that's the reason why she left us. I don't blame her. Being a Shadowhunter sucks. You have to train, and then you have to kill demons… but in my case, I have to kill other Shadowhunters that my dad orders me to kill.
Isn't life great?! (Again, note the sarcastic?)
I had a whole wall and a half filled with different drawings that held different colors when I heard the pounding of footsteps and then my bedroom door burst open. Guess who? Dad/Valentine.
Valentine barged into my room with an angry look plastered on his face. His hands were at his sides, but I couldn't help but notice that they were bunched up in fists.
I was instantly terrified.
And the other thing that scared me was, Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. Whatever he had planned on doing to me, he had tolled Jonathan to stay away from him. This was nowhere close to good.
"CLARISSA!" He began in an evil voice. "How many times are you going to disobey me!? As I looked harder, I saw that he was shaking with anger. No, no, please, no!
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't h-here you!" I pleaded as I tried to hold Valentines stare. But at the end, I had to advert my eyes. I couldn't bear looking into those black eyes that were beaded with anger. And the anger was aimed on me.
"You did to hear me! I've been yelling your name for ten whole minuets!" Valentine said.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry, dad." I missed my mistake too late, again. "No-No, please, I-I-" I didn't get the chance to finish my sentence.
"You are not sorry for disobeying me! Don't you dare tell me lies!" Then, Valentine came over to where I stood on the bed, and picked me up in a swift motion of his arms. Then, he slammed me down onto the wooden ground, hard. Pain spread all throughout my body as I laid there motionlessly on the ground. I remembered too late that I screamed while I was thrown, and that would have to serve as another beating after this one. I wasn't going to make it out of this one alive I was sure.
I was about to regain my breath, when I felt Valentine's strong hands punching my stomach. I started couching and half screaming as he continued to punch. In the mix of it all, I started receiving blows to the face. My vision started to go black as I started to lose breaths. Everywhere aced, and I wished it would all just end. As I got another punch to the jaw, I was sure it was broken.
That was going to be hard to heal. Valentine wouldn't let me have my own stele. The reasons, I have no idea. He probably didn't like the idea that I would be able to heal myself and do other things with the stele. I am able to create my own runes. I could get out of this place if I had my own.
Valentine punched me again on the check and I knew I was going to pass out soon. Because, Oh My Gosh. The pain, the pain was all too much! I could tell that I was going in and out of reality. I was slowly slipping away. I could feel the darkness over take me, leaving behind the pain that the newest beating left behind. So nice. Bliss. Amaz-
I was ripped out of my peacefulness bliss with a hard yank to my right arm. I let out another scream as he yanked even harder, and all of sudden I was pressed against the wall. My whole body was shaking and I couldn't stand on my own. So instead, Valentine pinned me to the wall by my shirt, holding me in place, my feet not touching the floor. My shirt ridged up as he held me there, and I couldn't help but to notice his eyes travel up and down my body. He leaned in closer to my body, pressing his mouth up to my ear.
"Now, you better not disobey me again, or I might just have to use a different method." And as he said that, a shiver went down my spine. No, he couldn't mean it that way, could he? Well, I guess he could because a couple of seconds after he said that, I felt his tongue licking my ear, and then trailing down to my neck. Shivers kept on racking up and going through my body as he continued. I was sure that Valentine felt me shivering, because I felt his smile on my skin. I let out whimpers as he started getting lower and lower. His mouth met the bare skin of my shoulder where the sleeve of my shirt fell off. I knew if I didn't get him to stop, he would continue, and then it would continue into something way more. Something that I never imagined would happen. I didn't want that in a million years. So, I done the only thing I could do. Say it.
"P-please. Please, j-just stop. I-I'll do anything you want me to do, j-just s-stop." I was ashamed as how my voice came out. It was barley even a whisper and I was stuttering so bad. But apparently, this one time, Valentine likes it this time. I heard him start to chuckle as his mouthed still stayed on my shoulder, sucking and bighting softly. My shaking body started to worsen.
"Oh, Clarissa." Valentine said as he finally lifted his head from my shoulder. He looked me in the eyes as he continued to talk. "You remind me of your mother Jocelyn. If only she was still here. I wouldn't have to use you then, I could just use her to… tamper with." Valentine finished with a smirk on his face. I couldn't believe what he was saying. All pain that he had caused me was now forgotten, my brain was now wrapped around the words he was uttering. This wasn't right! None if this was! The unfairness of all of it!
"I guess I will leave you-" He done another quick sweep of my body. "for now, at least." Another shiver went through my body. "When I'm gone I expect you to clean yourself up." He let go of my shirt and I fell flat to the ground. I laid there on the floor, my eyes watching Valentine as he moved over to my nightstand.
"I'm putting pain killers, rags and concealer over here so you can clean up." He sat down stuff that he pulled out of his pocket. It must have been the things he just listed. As he was about to leave the room, his head popped up like he remembered something. No, no, no! Just leave already! Let me just sulk here while you do who knows what!
But of course, he didn't hear me because it was my thoughts. Maybe I am losing it from all the punches I've been through. That could be true.
Valentine walked over to where I was on the floor. When he was next to me, he kneeled down and started remerging through his pockets. As I wondered what he was doing, he pulled something out of his pocket and brought it close to my arm.
"Just something so you can remember this little day." Valentine said. I then saw too late that it was a pocket knife that he was holding in his hand, and that it was coming closer and closer to my arm.
"NO!" I let out a high pitched scream as he brought it down and started to drag it across my skin. I could feel it cutting deep into my skin. The piercing was so intense, I almost lost conations with too much pain all at once. I would rather go through another beating then to have this again. It was too much pain! He did two long lines across one another, a big bloody X. I continued to scream even after he was done drawing the X with the knife. As Valentine cleaned off the knife with his shirt because by know, it was covered with my blood, I knew I was going to lose conations soon. I wanted to both puke and pass out by the sight of my blood on his shirt know. I didn't dare look down at my arm; I knew it would be worse.
Valentine folded his pocket knife and put it back in his pocket. He got up and moved across the room over back to the night stand. He got something little out of his pocket and placed it on the nightstand. He turned and looked over at me still lying on the ground. Wishing to die.
"I laid down more pain killers. I'm sure you would need it after… the recent events." He then started to exit the room. But as Valentine did, he stopped, turned his head to face me and said,
"School starts tomorrow at 8 am. The school is 4 miles away. Have fun walking." Valentine said with a false smile. He then left the room, shutting the door behind him.
School. Tomorrow. People. Bleeding. Deep.
I need to clean my arm and other cuts up or I could lose a lot of blood, I just. It's so far away. Across the room. Too long. Maybe if I just slept for a couple of minutes. That would clear my head, wouldn't it? Yes, it would. Just a little nap…
And I was out like a light with a bleeding arm and other cuts around my face and stomach.
Safe and sound… yeah, right. Sarcastic!
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