In answer to a really good question this is written in an alternate universe so the time periods are mixed and are not really set.

Also if I say 'pants' I'll mean underwear since I'm British, so sorry if it confuses people some of the stuff I write.

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Alec

'Clary, how nice of you to not kill Jace.' I glared at her, struggling to keep my emotions in check. how could she allow her mother to do get them to whip me! I thought to my self.
'Back off Alec! Her Mother not her! Chill out!' Jace was snapping at me. He never snapped at me until Clarissa walked into the house. Well carried by my mother!

We managed to eat in a tense silence until Clarissa stopped eating after a bit of food. Not even enough for a five year old. All I could hear was my mother trying to get her to eat gently. Quietly.

I couldn't take it I stormed out the front door, slamming it shut behind me.

I got past about ten houses when I heard a laboured panting and some one gasping.
'Wait! Please Alec wait! I want to explain something' Her desperate pleas turned me around to see her clutching her abnormaly small frame. Crying from pain, or distress I didn't know.

'WHAT DO YOU WANT!?' I yelled in her face. i didn't stop even when she flinched back. It was obviously fake fear. A rich girl has nothing to fear other then how cute her husband will be. 'YOU LET YOUR MOTHER WHIP ME, A GIRL LIKE YOU DOESNT DESERVE FRIENDS! YOUR JUST A SELFISH COW!' I was hysterical but the fear in her eyes couldn't be faked or the way she collapsed.

Collapsed? I realized I was holding onto her arms and let go. she fell to the floor crying in a ball.

I've never felt so bad in my life.

She looked so broken.

She looked so alone.

'I-I tried. I did real-really! B-b-but Mother, she hit me over, and over again! She didn't stop until i was so hurt they had to get a healer in. But I swear Alec, I tried! I managed to get you less whips but m-my mother she... she got someone to whip me the twenty and you only got five. I really tried. I really did try. Please Alec! Believe me, PLEASE!' she ended screaming, then she just laid on the floor. Broken.

What sort of monster was her mother? To hurt her own child?

I couldn't hate her, Clarissa, any more. I really couldn't.