Hey everyone! Now, not last chapter but the chapter before I announced starting a VA story but I am thinking of putting that off. I have something more exciting, and you'll hopefully find out soon why! Mwahahaha. Anyways, i hope you enjoy!
WARNING: Sensitive subjects in this chapter. Mature audiences only!

Isabelle's POV

"So, do you know the sex of the baby?" Clary asks, striking up a new conversation. I rub my bump, it wasn't huge yet but it wasn't small either. It just looked like I had a bit more weight in my tummy area than my flat toned one.

"Not yet, Simon and I both want a boy though." I say.

"Really? I thought you both would be dying for a baby girl?" she gasps in disbelief, I nod.

"Well yes, in a way I still want a girl so I can dress her up. So did Simon until Star Wars came on one day and he went full fangirl and said he wanted his own jedi to save him."

"Awe," she half giggled, "That's so sweet, he'll make a wonderful dad. I hope you know." she says. That conversation died down and we stood there in silence that started growing awkward.

"Do you ladies want something to drink?" Jace calls from the kitchen, an excited giggle from Abigail. She is so cute, she's got her momma's looks but a guaranteed 100% dada's attitude.

"Well, I can't have much caffeine with the baby n' all. Just some water please." I explain, I was really just thinking aloud here, I'm pretty sure he knew from Clary's pregnancy but, like I said, thinking out loud here. He nods and tosses a rag to the side that was once in his hand. He comes up moments later and hands me ice water and Clary orange juice.

"Aunt Izzzzzz!" Abby calls from the kitchen, I look over my shoulder. Abby always likes my company, I can't tell if maybe she just likes me or likes the fact I always give her little toys and such.

"Hi, Abby!" I set down my water and come up to her, she springs her arms outwards for me to hold her. Jace gives me an accepting look, I pick her up. "Hello missy!"

"When da baby pop out?" she shrugs, I hear Clary innocently giggle from the distance, Jace simply smiles as he puts in his homemade pancake mix in the oven.

"In a few months." I smile at her, I can't wait to have a baby of my own.

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I flip through T.V channels, day television is so boring. Simon slides up next to me on the couch, moving in with him was the best decision I've made, ever. His hand slips over my waist while the other holds the back of my neck.

"We can't." I giggle lightly, looking into his dreamy brown eyes. He looks back at me with love and lust. His leg swung over mine, not breaking my gaze.

"Why not?" he says, but it wasn't Simon's voice. I mean it was but then again it wasn't, it was dark and rigid, not the soft and gentle Simon voice. He started kissing me but I didn't accept the kiss, he knew why.

"Simon, stop." It was not too clear from the kiss but he kissed me harder, I started to get scared a little. If I didn't move him off soon who knows what he would do. I go to push him off but he barely budges, a strong force came upon me suddenly and I burst him off of me. He stumbled back and I ran out of the apartment. I needed to contact Alec, Jace, or Luke. Someone I trust and love who can get him off. I sprint out, I didn't dare to look back, it would only scare me more.

I bumped into something hard, luckily I looked up to see it was Luke. He was there with Jocelyn, Jocelyn held some coffee mugs. Luke looked down at me very concerned and held my elbows trying to calm me as I breathed heavily.

Ever since I met Luke when I was 16, and Clary was 16, I always looked up to him as a father figure. Especially when he figured out Robert was abusive, he then knew that I did look up to him like that. He's always been so nice and supportive of me, an overall really nice man.

"Isabelle what's wrong?" he said, i turned around and Simon was there. But he wasn't evil Simon anymore he was his himself.

"Uh..uh." I didn't know what to say as my eyes still kept on Simon. He was fine now for Luke and I to see but moments ago he looked like...like...he wanted to...rape me. He shook my elbows and I turned back to him. "Nothing...I thought I saw a man kidnapping a little girl but it turns out he was her father and they were playing robber and superhero. I used to play the game with Alec when we were little."

I was still out of breath. He still looked at me concerned and I knew he wasn't super convinced. I give him a look, forcing him to understand. He nodded at me, someone came behind me and touched my shoulder. I already knew it was Simon.

"Oh hey, Mr. and Mrs. Garroway." I hear Simon, normal, not evil. I started getting dizzy, this was all to confusing. I was starting to get mixed signs and I didn't go with my gut because even my gut didn't know what to do.

"Hi Simon." It was Jocelyn, although she still looked at me with her natural mother concern and love. "Sorry, she ran out when I was cooking and I couldn't keep up with her. She's a fast runner." Simon laughed, a fake one, but they mistook it as a real, short, and hard laugh. We said our goodbyes and walked back to our apartment.

I was still nervous and held my phone tightly as I looked at him nervously. He approached me and hugged me with a squeeze, a weakness of mine. "I'm sorry, I started letting my boy hormones get the best of me. You know I'd never do that, I love you Isabelle." he says.

I couldn't help but hug him back, my trust completely restored and the worry I had vanished. Basically forgetting what I was even worried about.

"Sorry," he said again, "I'm gonna sleep it off." he said, but some part of me wanted to join him. After that tight squeezed it made me want his warm snuggle, I tip toed down our narrow hall and glued myself to his side.

We both laid down on the bed, he came over and kissed a small and sensitive piece of skin on my neck. I whimper and extend my neck, he kept nibbling at the tender skin, every now and again sucking and licking. This earned him more and more whimpers and moans, which made me realize this was not doing well for his hormones.

"Simon," I say with a husky moan, he mistaken it for me wanting more and before I could say anything his body was pressed on top of mine and his lips crashed on mine. I tried pushing him off but I didn't seem to have my strength anymore. It was like, it just, gave out. My whole body. I insisted he stopped but he kept kissing my and removed my shirt and bra in the process.

"Oh, Isabelle." he moaned, I still tried hitting him and yelling for him to get off but he wouldn't, I realized just then I left my phone in the living room. He played around with me that he knew would make me moan, and it worked, and I hated myself for it.

This time every item of clothing was ripped off of me, I bucked my hips involuntarily, he smiled and forced himself onto me. I screamed out in agony, my body went numb and I felt weak, even my screams became frail. That dawned on me, the baby. Oh god, my baby. Why was Simon doing this. There was a very strict line between uncontrollable hormones than boyfriend-who-rapes-you-when-he-knows-you're-pregnant. I screamed as hard as I could and hit him as hard.

And then that was it.

I woke up.

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