Thank you for reading my story! This chapter is where all the drama starts, hope you enjoy. *WARNING* This chapter contains minor language and a brother and sister kissing.

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4 Weeks Later

Nathaniel's P.O.V.

I had finally finished my latest drawing of Katerina and I went to hang it up. It was my favourite picture of her that I had drawn since the very first one of her at the piano. This new one was of her attempting to cook, she looked so beautiful even with flour all over her face. I walked into my room of pictures and hung it up near the window overlooking the pool. My picture room was on the fourth floor where Katerina almost never ventured. I headed to my room to get ready for my meeting with Isabelle, Katerina's aunt, well I guess she was my aunt too. She wanted to meet to discuss Katerina and how she was settling in, if she needed more therapy and anything that needed attention. After I am dressed I say goodbye to Katerina and get in the car. I was worried about Katerina; this was her first time being left alone in the house and a small part of me was even more worried that without me to monitor her, she would find my picture room and hate me. I told myself it would never happen as I drove off to meet Isabelle.

Kat's P.O.V.

Nathaniel had left, meaning I had the house all to myself. I decided to relax in the pool because it was too hot inside. I changed into my new Sea folly bikini and went to chill out in the pool. As I lay there on my back looking back at the house I saw a room on the fourth floor, I couldn't quite make out what was inside but they almost looked like drawings. Bored of the pool, and curious as to what was inside the room, I decided to go exploring. I had a quick shower and changed out of my swimmers and into some shorts and a tank top. I ran up to the fourth floor and went looking for the room, wondering if it really was full of drawings.

I walked to the left trying to find the room facing the pool and after stumbling around for about ten minutes I finally found it. I walked in and was surrounded by drawings and paintings of me. Everywhere I turned there was another one. Some of them were just of me, some were of me doing things but the best ones -or should I say the worst-were of me and him, kissing. They looked the most realistic, although I knew that it had never happened. It made me sick to my stomach and I sat down on the floor resisting the urge to throw up. I was so scared of him, I suddenly remembered the first night I was here, him telling me not to make him angry, him when he thought I saw his sketchbook and then later about a week ago us having a fight and him slapping me across the face. I had told myself that he just had a temper, I mean I did too, but this was different, I was actually scared of him. I couldn't call the police, I knew he would just hurt me again, but I needed to tell someone.

I had a lightbulb moment and I knew who I could tell, someone who wouldn't judge me and wouldn't tell anyone if I told them to; Brandon. He had asked me out two weeks ago and I knew I could trust him, we may be dating but we were friends first and foremost. I got out my phone and texted him, we ended up Skyping and he was so supportive. I thought he would be mad at me for not wanting to tell the police, but he wasn't. He was furious at Nathaniel though and called him a lot of things that I would never repeat, even if I agreed with them. I was still talking to him when I heard the door open, and I quickly said goodbye and hung up, closing my laptop running downstairs.

I am not going to tell him I know! I am not going to tell him I know! I repeated to myself as I walked into the kitchen where Nathaniel was currently rummaging around for a snack. He looked so relaxed and it was pissing me off. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I lost it at him.

"You freak! We are siblings! I saw your little room, it's disgusting! You are disgusting! I hate you!" He looked at me for a second in astonishment and then his face turned into pure rage as he realized what I had done.

"You little bitch! I opened my home to you and you repay me by snooping through my house! You are mine, and you think you can yell at me! You belong to me!" He said, and with that he backhanded me across the face. I screamed in anger and held my face where he had slapped me.

"I'm going to stay at aunt Izzy's," I said turning around to go upstairs and pack, but he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall.

"You will do no such thing!" Nathaniel said, keeping me in place with his body, "You are on house arrest until I believe I can trust you again, I won't have you going and tattling on me to Isabelle." I glared at him, and then pushed him off me, running upstairs to my room and locked my door behind me.

"I cursed myself for losing it at him. I could have played dumb and found a way to get out without him knowing, but no, I blew it, and now I was on 'house arrest'. I walked into my bathroom and washed my face, I could feel the bruise on my face which had turned a purply-brown colour in the last five minutes since he had smacked me. I was so angry I felt like I was going to burst. He talked about me like I was a possession, something to be owned and showed off. I remembered his words 'You are mine, you belong to me!' and I trembled with rage as I sat down on my bed. I groaned as I laid down, thinking about the mess I had made, and after a while I fell into a fitful sleep.

Nathaniel's P.O.V.

I punched the wall repeatedly where Katerina had stood just moments ago, leaving a hole in the wall the size of a basketball. She had messed everything up, I could have made her love me the way I loved her, I just needed some time. It had all gone wrong, and I didn't know what to do. But I knew one thing, I had to go see her and explain everything, then maybe she would love me. I sighed as I ran upstairs and tried her door, it was locked, and I could hear water running, I went to go get a toothpick to unlock the door with, knowing she wouldn't let me in of her own accord.

By the time I had unlocked her door she was asleep on her bed. I smiled, looking down at her beautiful face and all my anger disappeared. I sat next to her and planted a soft kiss on her lips…

AN

The way I have planned out this story there will probably only be about 1-3 more chapters, but I might do a sequel if the story is popular, I'm not sure yet. Hope you enjoyed, if you have any suggestions feel free to review. If you want to check out a great Clace story you should check out Is It A Burden by Enya626.