Clary's POV

Shit.

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN."
Valentine yelled. Normally when people's parents yell at them it's about not doing the dishes, but in my life, it's completely different.

"I-I was at a f-friends house. Doing a project." Another lie told by me. I swear I could write a book of lies considering how many times I've lied to Valentine. Valentine. I can't even call him my own father anymore.

"YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SHIT. EVERYDAY. EVERYDAY YOU ALWAYS EITHER GO TO SCHOOL EARLY OR LATE OR DOING A PROJECT. BUT GUESS WHO DOESN'T CARE?" he started, "ME. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR SCHOOL ACTIVITIES OR WHATEVER SHIT THEY HAVE GOING ON." he continued.

"I…I-" I stammered.

"You what? You admit you are a worthless little bitch?! You know that's true. I know that's true. Everyone knows that's true."

I could feel tears forming in my eyes. No I will not cry in front of him. But I couldn't control it. I had tears streaming down my face.

"Fucking weak." He said, as he walked away.

I let out a sigh. If he didn't hurt me now, that means he'll hurt me later, which is at night. The time where he drinks.

Crying, I walk to my bedroom and close the door. I got out my razors and brought one up to my wrist.

He's right. One cut.
I am a worthless bitch. Another cut.
Everyone knows it too. Deeper.
I am worthless. And deeper.

Tears were streaming down my face, dripping onto my wrist, mixing with the blood that's streaming down my wrist.
No one loves me. I'm not even sure if Simon loves me, not in a crush kind of way. Jace. I'm pretty sure it was an act. But maybe it wasn't. Or maybe he's just good at acting.

I lie down on my bed, staring up onto the ceiling as I fell asleep. Not even caring it was 5pm. Hopefully Valentine passes out before he can get to me. I fell asleep after around 30 minutes.

9:51 pm.

Valentine burst open the door, causing me to wake up. I didn't talk. I didn't move. Pretended I was asleep. He walked over to me. He started to hit me, kick me, slap me, and punch me, obviously. I whimpered, but you couldn't hear me under the sounds of punches, kicks, etc.

5 minutes later, which felt like forever, he finally left. I was too scared to see the marks it left, so I just went back to bed, crying myself to sleep.

I'm sosososososo sorry about not updating! This is what happens when you get new phones haha. I'm writing this at like 12 on a school night so if its bad don't point it out, I know. Please review! :)