Hello My Fellow Readers!

I hope that you enjoy this story. I've been thinking about writing a story for TMI for awhile and I am glad that I did. I am hoping that you as my readers will appreciate this story and will go on an emotional ride along with the characters! Please review and let me know what you think! Thank you for reading this story!

Love,

Lee

I DO NOT OWN TMI

"Clarissa! Get your ass down here this instant!" Valentine shouted from downstairs. Clary nearly knocked over her paints when she heard her father's booming voice. Dread consumed her as if a bucket full of ice water was dumped on her. She hastily placed her supplies on her stool that she was previously sitting on and made her way out of her room to the downstairs. When she walked into the living room, Valentine was pacing back and forth. His hands were behind his back. His lean form was hunched over as his shoulders were tense with anger. Valentine's white hair was messy and ragged. His clothes didn't look any better. Clary could tell that her father had a little more than a few drinks that night. She also knew what was coming.

Clary silently stood in the doorway of the living room as she watched her father pace the length of the room and muttering non sense under his breath. Clary was to terrified to say anything as she continued to watch. With a few more paces, Valentine abruptly stopped and looked at her. His piercing black eyes were glaring at her. They glare was murderous. It felt like his dark gaze was peering into her soul. Clary involuntarily flinched. She was dreading as to what was coming next.

With a few strides, Valentine reached Clary and grabbed her by the wrists and slammed her up against the wall with all of his might. Clary heard the crack of her head smacking into the wall before she felt the searing pain that soon followed. She could see stars in the line of her vision. Valentine's snarling face was right in front of her as he started to yell at her.

"This is all your fucking fault! You are the reason why she left me! How can you stand yourself knowing that you are the reason why your mother left!" He pulled Clary forward once more and shoved her against the wall. Tears started to flow as Clary crumpled to the floor. Valentine started to kick her as she slumped to the ground, curling up into the fetal position. Each kick felt like another whole was being punched into her heart.

After what felt like hours, Valentine finally grew tired of abusing his daughter. "Get up and get out of my sight! You filthy bitch." Valentine growled as he made his way to his room. He staggered a little before he made it. He slammed his bedroom door as soon as he walked in. Clary flinched at the loud slam. Slowly, Clary picked herself off of the hardwood floor and painfully made her way back up the stairs. Her gorgeous, long, curly red hair that was previously in a pony tail, was falling out of its holder as she made the effort of walking up the treacherous stairs. Her whole body was protesting by the time she made it to the landing.

When she reached her room she collapsed onto the middle of her bed and curled up into a ball as more tears streamed down her face. She closed her eyes as the world started to spin.

Life wasn't always this way for Clarissa Morgenstern. Her parents were together and happy as could be. Clary and her brother Johnathan were thicker than thieves. They were a happy family. Always doing family things whenever they could. But things changed a few years back when Valentine fell off the deep end. Something happened at his work that didn't make him happy and he snapped. Clary's mother- Jocelyn- tried to be patient with Valentine, but he seemed to get worse with every passing day. He would snap and lash out if things were not going his way. After a couple of months of his irrational behavior, Jocelyn upped and left without letting him know, taking Jonathan and Clary with her. Valentine threw a huge fit and demanded to have his children back. When Valentine and Jocelyn went through the divorce process, Valentine somehow convinced the judge that Jocelyn was not a fit mother and that he should have full custody of his children. Jocelyn was devastated when her children were taken away from her and ever since then, she had no way of contacting them. Valentine moved half way across the country just to make sure that there was no possible way that there wasn't any type of connection.

That happened six years ago. The abuse shortly started after the move to New York. Now Clary is by herself. Johnathan graduated two years ago and he hasn't contacted Clary at all since he moved out and started college. Which her broke her heart. Clary felt like she was abandoned by her brother. She felt like everything was spinning out of control. The abuse started to get worse when Clary entered her Junior year of high school and so had Valentine's drinking problem. He would come home almost every other night, drunk beyond all belief and beat on her until he got bored or when his anger died off.

Clary's tears started to dry up as exhaustion dawned upon her. With every ragged breath she took, it felt like something was grinding into her lungs. She welcomed the searing pain so she didn't have to deal with the numbness that soon followed the abuse. Her eyes started to droop as sleep started to take over her sore, broken body.