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We walked down the hall in silence. I snuck a peak at Jace, his hair a rustled mess but somehow still unbelievably perfect. His black V-neck cotton tee hugs his biceps perfectly. Right about now I wish I had my sketch pad so I could attempt to draw him. In my mid evaluation I notice he is staring at me. "Why are you staring at me?" He questions. I turn my head forward embarrassed and reply "No reason." We come to a stop in front of a room of many in the wide hallway. "This is your room, you can do whatever you want with it. Me and Alec are on the other hallway and Izzy is a couple doors down. Holler if you need anything." Jace states blankly. "Thanks. Umm Jace what do I do about clothes and stuff?" I ask. "Talk to Izzy about that kind of stuff, I am sure she has some clothes you can borrow till you can order some." Jace sharply turns around and walks away. Wow he must really hate me, I think to myself. I enter the room and notice how large it is. Its way larger than the closet size room I had in the manor. I can see that Isabelle already laid out some old clothes for me to wear in the meantime. The large window across of my bed is looking out on Manhattan giving me a perfect window sill for me to sit on and draw. I hunt down a pad of paper and pencil and begin to sketch the outline of the city. After I am annoyed with my imperfect drawing I pad into the oversized bathroom and get in the warm shower and try to wash away all the bad memories. I can't stop thinking about what Valentine is thinking right now. I wonder if he can find me or somehow track my portal back to the city. I realize I have been wasting water for 30 min now and get out and put on some pajama shorts and a tank top. I turn off the light and get into the large warm bed. I dream of Valentine that night. –"SHUT UP CLARY!"Jonathan screams at me as he grabs my right hand in a mincing grip that holds the seraph blade I was practicing with. "YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL!" He twists my wrist and I scream with agony and collapse to the ground. As I curl up into a protective ball, my father enters. "What is going on Jonathan?" He asks calmly. "She can't do anything. She is useless. We should just kill her now." Jonathan says a little more calmly. I tighten my ball as I hear footsteps coming towards me. Valentine crouches near me and picks me up. I protest but he knocks me out. I wake up chained in the air hanging from my hands. Valentine enters with a demon blade. He starts at my collar bone.—"Clary! Clary! Its ok you're safe you're with me." Jace coos me as he holds me protectively. I sob into his shirt and when I can control my breathing I look up to his golden eyes. "Thanks Jace. I-I am sorry I woke you up." I choked out. He looks into my eyes like he did in the infirmary, like he has known me for my whole life and understands everything. "Clary what happened to you in the manor?" He says softly with concern consuming his eyes. I decide that if someone has to know I want Jace to know. "Ok I will tell you." I say defeated. I have never said what happened out loud let alone to someone else. I tell him everything. Starting with how Jonathan trains me and punches me or snaps my wrist every time I mess up. How if I do badly in training I am restricted food and water till I show improvement. Then I slowly explain the scars on my face and across my body. "You see the scars on my face and the ones Isabelle asked about?" I ask Jace quietly. He just nods in acknowledgment. "Well one day we were practicing throwing seraph blades and I messed up once because we had been doing it for 6 hours straight and my arm hurt so bad." I gulped and continued. "Well I missed the dummy and Jonathan flipped he started screaming at me and then grabbed my wrist. He twisted it so hard he broke it. I was on the ground crying when my father entered. He was talking to Jonathan asking why I was on the ground. Then Valentine picked me up. I had hoped that for once he showed a fatherly like trait and was taking me back to my room to rest." I didn't realize I was crying and Jace was catching the tears with his thumb. "I stared to kick and lash out knowing that it was only going to get worse and that's when he knocked me out. I woke up chained from the celling by my hands. My father walked out with his demon sword. And-and that's when I knew I was done for." I didn't know if I could continue. But Jace was now holding me in his lap softly rubbing my lower back to soothe me knowing how difficult this was to say. "He took the sword and um he cut me from my collarbone tracing around my body. It was the most painful thing I have experienced and every time I passed out he healed me just enough so I would stay conscious the whole time. He then started with my face slowly carving these lines into my skin." I pointed and the scars. "The whole time he was doing this he kept saying "you could have prevented this Clarissa, if only you were more like Jonathan." I then escaped 3 weeks later." After I told him my story I broke down. And then during my whole mental breakdown Jace was there holding me, soothing me. He then pulled me up to look at him. "Clary. You are the bravest person I know. You are also the most beautiful person I have ever met. You may think you're damaged or that these scars ruin you. But I think they make you beautiful and strong. I swear to you I will never let anyone hurt you like that again." Jace held my arms and our faces were only inches apart and I leaned in as well as him. I opened up to him and I think I'm falling for him. Actually I know I'm falling for him and I'm falling hard.