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Clary POV

I stared at the boy across the room, studying him with distaste.

"What do you want?" I asked harshly.

"I want you to explain to me what you have against me!" He said, matching my tone, seeming suddenly angry. He walked towards me and stopped, leaning against my bed. I blinked, but recovered and laughed humorlessly.

"What do I have against you? Let's see. It couldn't be because you're the reason my mother left me. The reason she left me to die. Just so she could save her darling Jonathan. Let's add to that, you've had her for your whole life. She cares about you!" I saw his expression change from anger to shock. Suddenly everything rushed out.

"I've never had that you know, not really. Sure, Valentine was there but as you can imagine he's not really the soft, caring type."

As I said this the scars on my back prickled and I reached one had over my shoulder to rub them absentmindedly. My movement seemed to break Jonathan out of his shocked state and his green eyes eagerly tracked my movement. His look of concern was too much.

"And you have no idea the number of times I've wished for my mother to be there. Actually for anyone to be there. But you all left me and now you have your happy family with the half- breed mutt and I have my family with my father. Your attempts to change that are futile." I said, softly, holding back tears.

My brother wasn't doing the same and the tears tracked freely down his face.

"Clary, I –"

"Just leave." I snapped, turning away from him.

"Clary he lied" Jonathan said, sounding so desperate. " Valentine lied to you. I don't know why but he did. Our mother loves you, she cries about you every year on your birthday. I've seen her. The way she acts is not the attitude of a mother who tried to kill her child."

"Shut up." I snarled, not wanting to believe him "Just go away."

"No. Not until you believe me. She was so torn up about you. She thought you were dead! That's why she never came back for you."

It was too much, face screwed up, I shoved past him into the bathroom that connected to my room and slammed the door.

"Clary, you can lock yourself away all you want but it doesn't change the fact that Im telling you the truth. The Silent Brothers are coming tomorrow and I'll prove it to you then." He said, outside the door.

I didn't reply, sitting against the door with my knew pulled up and my arms around my legs. The Silent Brothers. Crap could this day get any worse?

I dragged a hand through my hair, and sighed, listening as my bedroom door clicked shut and Jonathan left.

Stupid, stupid I cursed myself. Why the hell did I tell him all that? I didn't even know him. I didn't want to know him. I ignored the small voice in the back of my mind that whispered liar and stood up, I stared in the mirror opposite me and groaned. I looked a mess. Though thankfully I was still in my training gear even though I probably stank. I eyed the shower longingly and then glanced at the bathroom door. It looked as though the lock had been removed and I growled, frustrated. Deciding to ignore the fact that one of them could enter while I showered, I stripped off my clothes, wincing as my sore muscles protested and turned on the shower. As I waited for it to heat up, I glanced at my appearance. My body was covered in scars, most tiny and barely noticeable. Memoirs from the many fights I'd been in. I felt again along the ridged scars on my back. There were three big ones that stretched the length of my back. Valentine had been careful. He opened old wounds when he used the whip, not made new ones. He said it was because he wanted me to be able to complete missions well and too many scars would draw attention.

I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and stepped into the warm water. It was amazing. I stood under the spray for about fifteen minutes before washing and conditioning my hair, using the toiletries that were placed on a shelf in the shower. I showered until the water ran cold and even then didn't get out for a few minutes.

When I reentered my room it was still free of people. Good. I walked over to the bed and saw someone had left me clothes. Frowning I studied them. Loose sweat pants and a black t-shirt that looked a few sizes too big. There was also a packet of underwear and a few bras. I ignored the fact that someone had been in my room and I hadn't heard them and I quickly pulled on the clothes, grateful for a clean outfit. I was slightly creeped out by how the underwear fit perfectly.

As soon as I had the clothes on, there was a knock at the door and I turned towards it, suddenly wary.

"Clary?" It was her.

I took a deep breath and walked to open the door.

She looked exhausted and her hair was rumpled. I stepped back to let her in, not wanting to speak.

"Clary I would like to talk to you. Please. Just hear me out." She said in a rush when I opened my mouth. I studied her. She smiled and walked over to the bed.

"Jon just told me some things Clary. I-" She seemed to struggle for a moment before she continued. " I have never tried to hurt you. And I never will. You're my daughter Clarissa and I love you, no matter what you've done, I will always love you. When I thought you were dead. I- I felt like there was a massive hole inside my chest." The emotion in her eyes was too real to be fake. She looked at me pleadingly.

"Clary please believe me, I could never hurt one of my children."

"He told me you left me." There was something wrong with my voice, it was all choked and flat. "He told me you ran away and left me" I was numb now.

"No. No, baby I would never." She said, tears in her eyes. And love.

She opened her arms, an invitation. I cautiously moved into her embrace, wanting to believe she card for me, just for a moment. But her hug, it let loose something and suddenly I was crying, big fat tears rolling down my face. ANd the funny thing was, I didnt care.

…

We stayed like that for a while and she shifted.

"Clary, I have to go, there's a meeting with the Clave now." She said.

I sniffled. God, I was pathetic. Wiping an arm across my eyes I sat up.

"Sorry for crying over you." I said, looking down, mortified at my lack of control.

"Do you believe me now?" She asked.

I looked at her.

"I-I don't know what to believe." I mumbled, lying down and turning away from her.

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