The doctor was standing in the hallway outside of Jocelyn's room, about to explain to Clary, what had happened.

" As I've already told you," He said. "Two weeks ago, your mother was diagnosed with retrograde amnesia. Her mind was trying to protect itself from the traumatic experience it had just gone through by completely blocking it out."

Clary nodded, remembering the doctor saying something like that. How her mother had forgotten everything that had happened from right before the divorce and on.

" Now, this is where things get a bit tricky. You see, sometimes memories come back in little pieces, sometimes they don't come back at all, and sometimes, like with your mother, they come back all at once. My theory is that in your mother's head, Valentine Morgenstern looked much different. You know, younger probably. But. When your mother saw him yesterday, the way he was when she was taken, her memories all came flashing back, causing her mind to go into shock and faint."

Clary nodded again because there really wasn't anything else she could have done.

" Clary, I highly recommend your mother go see a therapist regularly, at least for a few months after she gets out of here. She's been through quite a bit the past few weeks, and I'm afraid of what had been so bad in that wear house that her mind had blocked it out."

Clary's body went ridged as she thought about, for the first time, what Valentine had truly done to her mother. The thoughts started to scare her so she quickly pushed them out of her head.

" Isn't there a therapist here in the hospital?" Clary asked.

" Yes, and she's coming to check up on your mother later today, but I'm quite certain that your mother will need more than just one session."

Clary walked back into her mother's room and found her sleeping on the clean white hospital bed. Clary didn't feel like waking her up. She looked too peaceful to be disturbed. Suddenly Jocelyn Fray cried out in pain.

" No!" she yelled, flailing her arms, her eyes still closed. " No, Valentine stop!"

Clary rushed to her mother's side, shaking her shoulders to wake her up. Finally after what seemed like hours, Jocelyn's body seemed to relax and her eyes opened ever so slowly.

"Clary?" She said in a panicked voice.

" I'm here mom, I'm here. It was just a dream."

Clary took her mothers hand, squeezing it between her own.

" No, it wasn't a dream. It happened. I was reliving it..."

Clary watched and listened painfully as her mother, calm and collected Jocelyn Fray, rambled on in incoherent sentences. Clary felt like she was going to fall apart. Her mother might remember her again, but she wasn't fully back yet. She might never be full again.

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" Mom, do you want me to stay?" Clary asked.

The therapist had just come in to talk to her mother. She wore the same doctors robe as the rest of the doctors. She had brown curly hair that went a little past her shoulders, and her make-up was done in a way that made her look like she wasn't wearing any. She'd introduced herself as Doctor Su, but preferred to be called Sylvia by her patients.

" You can stay if you'd like Clary, I think it might help you understand what's going on, but you don't have to." Jocelyn answered.

Clary nodded, deciding to stay with her mother, while Sylvia sorted through her emotional state.

" Alright, Jocelyn. So, how are you feeling right now?"

" Good. Well, shaken up a bit, but I'm not feeling to bad at the moment."

Sylvia wrote something down in her notebook.

" Okay. Now your doctor said something about nightmares. Do you want to talk about that?"

Jocelyn nodded, taking in a deep breath.

" They're not just nightmares." She said, "I keep having to relive everything he did to me…" She shuddered.

" Would you like to elaborate on what exactly he did to you Jocelyn."

Jocelyn took a moment to look at Clary, before nodding again.

" I would like to inform you", Sylvia said, " that anything you say about what happened can later be used as evidence in court."

Jocelyn nodded again, before finally saying out loud what she'd hoped she'd never have to.

" Eighteen years ago, right after the divorce, Valentine came up to me and told me that someday, he would come back and find me. He said he would make us a family again."

She took in a deep breath before continuing.

" Back then we lived on a small island called Idris. It had very few residents, so my art always sold well with all of the tourists who'd come during the summer. Valentine would would work for some company from home, and everyone on the island would help grow most of our food. It was a beautiful community." Jocelyn had now forgotten everyone in the room. She was fully engulfed in her own thoughts and memories.

" I loved that island so much, but I knew I had to leave, So I made my way here to New York. I had Clary, and together we'd made a good life for ourselves. I'd found other things I could do apart from drawing or painting. I even started teaching at an art school. After a few years, I'd nearly forgotten about Valentine's threat, until that day when Clary came home and told about Jonathan, and Valentine's untimely death. I still remember the exact words he said to me that day in the court building.

'the day you hear about Valentine Morgenstern's death, is the day I come and find you.'"

Jocelyn's voice was getting weaker by the second.

"I was so scared. He knew where I was. He knew about Clary. The next day, when Clary left for school, he came for me. He dragged me out of the apartment and into a car, then he took me to the wear house. There, he locked me up in a cold windowless room with nothing but a bed, sink, and toilet. He stripped me of the clothes I was wearing and made me put on a thin silk night gown instead. I thought that was the end of it. That he'd just keep me there in that room, freezing and starving me to death, but no. He did much worse."

Tears were starting to roll down Jocelyn's face, and her fingers were clenching themselves into fists.

" That night, Valentine came into the room and stripped me of the nightgown. He hadn't even given me anything to put on underneath. Just my bare skin underneath the useless fabric. At first I'd thought it was just to make me feel even colder that I already was, but that night, it became clear that, that wasn't the case. He'd come into the room and closed the steel door behind him before ordering me to take off the silk garment. At first I'd refused, but he hit me. Every time I'd said no, he'd strike me so hard my vision would darken around the edges, so eventually, I'd had no choice. For at least five minutes, he just stared at my naked body, making me feel worthless. Then, he came forward and grabbed my face, forcefully pressing his dry lips against my own. I was frozen, as his hands wandered all over my body, tracing the curves of my waste, until they came up to my chest."

Jocelyn's voice was now icy with anger. This was what she'd been reliving for the past two days every time she'd fall asleep.

" He'd raped me every single night. That's where all of the bruises and cuts came from. I would refuse every night, and every night he'd hit me until I agreed. By the time the police found me, I was unconscious."

Jocelyn's mind finally returned to the present, the present in which Clary was sitting in her chair, silently sobbing with her head in hands. Jocelyn rushed over to her and held her against her chest.

" It's okay Clary. I'm okay now. It'll never happen again. shhhh…."

okay, so I hope you guys were okay with that chapter... it honestly scared me a bit to write it... So I think there actually will be another chapter after this one then the epilogue. Thank you guys so much for reading, and PLEASE REVIEW!