Hey Guys!So this is my first every story-so I'm hoping that y'all will like it. I'm a diehard fan of fanfiction; the MI series in particular. I love reading and now I want to make my own stories.

All credit for the characters in this story goes to the amazingly talented Cassandra Clare-thank you thank you thank you for coming up with awesome characters that one can only imagine the awesomeness of, like Clary and Jace.

So basically this a romance/tragedy-ish story where Clary's tryna forget her past and move on and where she's a skeptic of love and how Jace proves her wrong-Ok TMI I'll stop now, dont' worry

Please read and review!

Xoxox-Bookzrmylife

Flashback: 4 years ago..

"That's it you fucking bitch, get your arse over here right now!" her Dad yelled at the top of his voice, clearly ignoring her mother's pleas to stop.

Before she could move a muscle, Valentine had grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out onto their backyard. Though unable to stand the pain, Clary tried her best to stifle her sobs, which were racking her whole body. Her throat felt dry and it was if there was a tight knows inside it.

She felt her walls breaking all over again. Time and time again she'd told herself to get used to her sadistic parents and their vile punishment of abusing her to the point where the emotional scars were permanent.

Grabbing her by the throat, Valentine smiled down at her, her frail form hanging limply in the air. Though tears racked her body, he tried to stay strong for her sister, Emma, who stared paralyzed.

Clary thought of how Emma was the most loved and cherished child of the household. She was never abused or even yelled at; though she didn't stuck up to her parents, like Clary thought she would. Instead her little sister would tend to her wounds and nurse her back to health after her Dad's severe beatings which started when Clary was in year 6.

Clary was the strikingly beautiful one though, her angular cheekbones, her pouty pink lips, her big green doe eyes, her long lashes, and of course her strikingly vibrant red hair which she'd inherited from her mother. Whereas Emma was the little 10 year old who was really short for her age and looked like a little cherub.

Clary's thoughts came to a halt, as Valentine's grip on her throat tightened, bringing her back to reality. Gasping for air and she struggled to break free of his vice-like grip, Clary began hyperventilating. Her heart was thudding painfully against her chest, her head was feeling drowsy.

Suddenly, Valentine jerked back, dropping Clary onto the concrete, her head banging the asphalt with a lot thud. A distinct crack, echoing through her system. Voices were heard, but Clary couldn't open her eyes, her heart beat started to slow, so slow, she could count every last thud against her chest. Everything went black.

Clary awoke with a start, falling of her bed, from the blaring alarm she'd set up last night. Her body was drenched in sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead and neck. Her hands were still shaking and sobs racked her body and he she put her hands on her face, willing herself to stop getting so many nightmares.

Being brought up in a strict Catholic family, she was taught that there's a God high up in Heaven, who treated people according to what they did. She wondered what she did to have to endure so much violence in her life. What sin could she possibly have done to endure such a horrible childhood. A childhood which continued to haunt her even now, 19 years after dealing with that abusive, vile creature she knew as her 'Father'.

Shoving her thoughts aside and willing herself to be strong for her mom, sister and everyone else who'd helped her regain herself, she decided to face the world and move on with her life.

It was a bright sunny day and Clary couldn't wait to start her first day at Uni. Especially since they had moved into a new home as well.

She really missed her best friend Simon, who knew her inside out, who, unlike the rest of her friends from primary, knew there was a reason why the Morgenstern family were constancy moving around the country.

Too bad Simon couldn't make it today, he'd be moving into Clary's cosy apartment very soon; unfortunately though, Simon still hasn't finished packing his stuff, since he was too busy playing COD. You gotta love gamers, Clary thought.

Grabbing her backpacking and chucking a muesli bar and an apple onto it, she grabbed her keys from the bench top and left to catch the bus.

Being in a rush, she'd only dressed in a sweater top and skin tight snake print skinny jeans and her nikes. Her flaming red her in billowing curls around her shoulders and back. Being gifted with naturally long eyelashes, she'd opted for minimal makeup ad just stuck with a little mascara and foundation, like usual. Besides, who was she gonna impress?

Simon was literally the only male she'd allow in her life; the only one with a place in her heart. She kept herself closed off to boys. They only reminded her of her insecurities; only had one reason to like girls-to get in their pants.

Valentine's abuse and neglect throughout her childhood rendered new views of the opposite sex into Clary's mind. She saw men as predators who disguise themselves as lovers, to worm into a woman's heart, to captivate and entrance, then do the deed, cheat on them and act like nothing happened.

She wasn't like those sluts from high school, who thought their entire purpose in life was to live a fairytale life, where the guy is so loving and gentle and swoops you off your feet and all. Her family itself is an exception that there's no such thing as love. Valentine wormed his way into her mother's heart, knocked her up, abused her and her daughter, then filed for divorce.

Walking up to her new class proved difficult as Clary was not exactly blessed in the height department. Being just 5'3 it was quite hard to navigate her way around the lecture theatre, being crowded with people much taller and quite possibly, older.

Flustered by everything around her she willed herself to find her seat, that is, when she was able to walk through the crowd. Just as she was making her way forward, her file came into contact with something hard.

Raising her gaze, she was met with a broad, T-shirt covered chest. Taking a step back, she realised she was now face to face with a Greek God himself, in the flesh.

Clary had always been interested in Greek mythology, especially the Gods and Goddesses they had; in particular, the Greek Gods, who made any and every woman fall to her knees by their beauty.

Right now though, she'd never been happier that no more Greek gods existed, otherwise all women would be causing havoc in this world.

She found herself, unable to tear her gaze from the most captivating person she'd ever met. Golden orbs which looked like liquid gold stared back at her, a smirk on his face. His shiny golden curls contrasting against his smooth tan face, not a speck out of place. His pouty lips, which any girl would kill for, curled into a grin, breaking out the biggest dimples she'd ever seen.

It was only when he cleared his throat, had she realised she was staring. Unable to get herself out of this predicament she was in, by excusing herself and walking away, she found herself blushing hardcore and having to stare at her feet, to avoid his piercing gaze.

Oh if only there was a way to escape, she thought...