Yo! New story. Yay! Lol This is the abuse story. Everyone chose number 2 so… yeah. If you don't like it, don't read it.

And I need your help: I can't think of a good title for this story. So give me good suggestions please and thanks! I will love you forever (as a friend, of course.)!

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Chapter One

"Clarissa! Wake up!" a mean voice snarled. I slowly opened my green eyes, focusing on Luke's face. "I'm awake, Luke." I muttered. "Good." He left and I got up hurriedly. I pulled on a maroon long-sleeved shirt that said 'I'm not a morning person', faded black skinny jeans with studs on the front and maroon All Star high-tops. I stare at myself in the mirror, studying the faded Runes and scars covering my body.

Mom and Luke were talking in the kitchen. "Hey mom!" I kissed her cheek. "Good morning, Clary. Want some breakfast?" she asked, gesturing to the pancakes and bacon on the stove. I shook my head, red curls bouncing. "No. I'll eat at school with Simon. Besides" I'm going to be late." "Alright. Have a good day and be safe." I nodded and waved as I flew out the door, heading to my best friend's house.

I knocked on Simon's door and his mother, Elaine, opened it. "Hello, Clary. Simon isn't up yet but you can go wake him." She said, smiling gently. I nodded. "Ok." I ran up the stairs to Simo's room and knocked loudly. "Wake up, Simon! We're going to be late for the first day of school!" I heard a moan and loud banging noises as Simon fell of the bed, followed by cursing.

"I'm up! I'm up!" he called. A few moments later, he emerged from his room decked out in a black gamer T-shirt, blue jeans and black converse. His brown bag was slung over his shoulder. "Let's go!" he said, racing me downstairs. "Bye, mom!" "Bye, Simon, Clary, have a good day at school!" she called.

We rushed to school and made it at our lockers, breathing heavily. I laughed as I rested against the locker door. "Well, that was fun." Simon said, opening his locker. I nodded, doing the same. I grabbed my English Lit textbooks and we headed to class.

"So, how bad was it yesterday?" Simon's voice was low as he stared worriedly at me. "It was medium. He was in a good mood yesterday…" I said, just as low. The truth is Luke, my step-dad beat me. Every night. It depends on how bad the beatings are with his mood that day. It doesn't help that he's a werewolf. Yesterday, he made good sales at work and was extremely happy. So he only slapped my three times, hard.

"Good. I wish you could come live with us." He said. I nodded. We entered the classroom and sat at our seats, side by side. The final bell rings and the teacher, Ms. Wilkens come in. She is the best teacher in this school. "Hello, everyone! Did you have a good summer break?" There was a choruses of 'yes!'. She smiled. "Good. Well, let's start with roll call, yes?" She started calling names. "Clary Fray?" I grinned. "Hey! I'm here!" "Good. Simon Lewis?" "Present, sensei!" "You are a dork." I tell Simon as the class laughs. "Okay, then." The teacher says, setting the roll book down.

The rest of the day flies by and soon enough I'm walking home with Simon. "Bye." He calls. I wave and head home. "You're late." is the first thing I hear as I'm slammed against the wall. Luke breathes heavily in my face. I can smell the alcohol on his breath .This could go bad. "I'm sorry, Luke." I spit.

His eyes narrow. "Don't disrespect me, bitch!" He punches me in the face. I fly to the floor, clutching my cheek and jaw. I look up fearfully at him and he smirks. "You know, I should just kill you now." He says after he takes a few more hits and he steps on my leg, hard. I hear the bone snap and let out a piercing scream.

He laughs evilly and leaves. I whimper as I stand, painfully, trying not to put weight on my broken leg. I can't call the police or he would kill me and it's too late to go anywhere. And I can't heal myself as he took away my stele, hiding all of them from me. I have to live through the pain. I limp up to my room and pull out my phone. I texted my brother, Jonathan. He's a Shadowhunter, like me, mom and dad.

Hey, Jon. What's up?

Clary? Hey! Nm.

Good… How's dad?

Good. How about you, Luke and mom?

We are all good…

Listen, I know we just started texting, but I have to go. Father is calling. Sorry, Clare.

It's fine bye, bro. TTYL 3

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I throw myself on my bed, groaning in pain. I sigh. Why do I have to go through this hell? What did I do? I don't know. I finally let the darkness come and pass out.

-Next day-

I open my eyes and sit up. I study my leg. It's swollen and the broken part is a bit purple. I carefully slip out of bed and pull on grey sweatpants that have the Pink logo in black and a black sweater. I slid on my black cons and leave the house, limping.

I meet up with Simon who's waiting for me at his house. The school day passes quickly until lunch.

Simon and I are walking down the hall, heading for the cafeteria, when I collapase, yelping as I fall on the broken leg. "Clary?" Simon says, worriedly. "What's wrong? Did Luke hurt you so bad that you can't walk anymore?" He's done it before. "That bastard broke my leg and he took all the steles in the house." I grunt out, clutching my leg. "I just want to go home. To dads." "Alright." Simon helps me stand, slinging my arm around his shoulders and his around my waist. As we walk to the front of the school we pas a small group of teenagers. Two boys and a girl. The girl had long black hair and dark grey eyes. She is slender and beautiful. She has on a short black dress that is just mesh at the top, above her breasts, and shoulders. On her feet were seven inch black toeless heels.

One of the boys has black hair like the girl and beautiful blue eyes. He was wearing a green T-shirt and blue jeans with black boots. The other boy was golden. Gold hair, eyes and even skin. He was gorgeous. He had on a black T-shirt with a black leather jacket over it and black jeans with black combat boots. I could see Runes on all three and knew they were fellow Shadowhunters like me. I smiled at them as we passed.

We nearly made it to the end of the hall when the girl called out, "Are you okay?" I turned and waved. "I'm fine. It's nothing…" "Are you sure?" "Yes!" "Alright. See you, I guess." I smiled at them. They were all looking at me worriedly. "Yeah!" We continued out of the school an to my father's mansion.

Simon pressed the call button and it made a clicking noise. "Hello?" a male voice over the intercom said. It sounded like Pangborn. "Ah, yes. It's Simon Lewis and Clary. Is Valentine and Jonathan in?" Simon said. "Yes, come right in." The metal doors slid open and we slowly made our way inside.

We were directed to the sitting room. I peeked around the corner and saw Valentine, my father, sorting through papers and Jonathon reading a book. "I can walk, I think." I said to Simon. He nodded and let me go. I stepped to stand in the doorway. "Daddy? Jona?" I said. They looked up and smiled at me. "Clary, aren't you supposed to be at school right now?" dad asked. "Yeah… but we were able to go home early." I said, walking towards them. I made it halfway before my broken leg crumpled under me and I fell.

I hit the ground hard and screamed. "Shit!" "Clary!" Jon raced to my side, lifting me into a sitting position. "What happened? Where's your stele?" he asked franticly. He's always been protective of me. His black eyes studied my face "Who did this to you?" he said, eyes darkening to where the iris swallowed the pupil.

"Luke. He… he hits me. He did this last night and he took all the steles in the house away so I can't heal myself." "How long has this been going on?" Dad asks me, crouching down beside me ,touching my shoulder lightly. "Ever since… ever since mom married him. She's tried to stop him but she can't. He just hits her too." I ground out between clenched teeth. "Shit. It hurts, Jon. It hurts!" Jon pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back and making soothing noises as dad gently takes my broken leg and pulls out his stele. He quickly draws an Iratze on my thigh and it heals. I breathe a sigh of relief. "Simon, would you call Jocelyn and tell her and Luke to come over here." He asks. Simon nods and leaves the room for a moment.

Several minutes pass and we're all sitting on the couches. I'm sitting close to Jon, clutching onto him. It's the only way I can keep him from going crazy on Luke when he shows with mom. Finally, Pangborn leads them into the room. "Jocelyn, Luke, please sit." I could tell dad was having a hard time keeping his voice light.

"Valentine, what's going on?" mom asks, sinking into a loveseat with Luke across from us. "It's about Clary. And what you have been doing to her." He points to Luke who glares hatefully at me. "I would appreciate it if you would stop looking at my sister like that, Luke." Jon snarls. His demon is on the verge of coming out.

"She told you." It wasn't a question. "Of course she did. She had to as she came in with a broken leg that you caused." Dad said. "What? I didn't hear about this." Mom said. "I didn't want you to worry, mom. I'm sorry." I said quietly. "You stupid BITCH! I warned you what I would do if you told anyone!" Luke yells, pulling out a knife and stood up. I yelped in fear and buried my face in Jon's chest.

"Alright, that's it! That's the last straw for me!" Jon yells, thoroughly pissed now, his demon fully coming out. He gently pulled me away from him and stood up. I clutched at his shirt. "No, Jon! NO! Please, stay." I scream. He turns and smiles gently at me. He bends and kisses the top of my head. "No, I am sorry, but he hurt you and I can't allow that, my angel."

He turns back to Luke and glares murderously at him. Jocelyn went to stand by Valentine. "You know ,I should have never married you! I never should have left Valentin!" she said. "Mommy." I said, tears pooling in my eyes. "Oh, baby. I'm so sorry for putting you through this." "It's ok. I forgive you!" I ran and hugged her, clutching onto her as Jon stalked towards Luke. "Father, can I kill him?" He asked. "Of course son." Valentine said, laying a comforting hand on my back.

Jon got that glint in his black, black eyes. Yes, his demon was out and the only one who can stop him is me. But, Luke deserves it. I watch as Jon grabs Luke by the shirt. "You hurt my beloved sister!" He started punching the shit out of him. As he was about to deliver the killing blow, something in me snapped. I couldn't let Luke die. I have no idea why… I ran and launched myself onto Jon's back. I buried my nose in his white-blond hair. "Jon. Stop. Please, stop. He's nearly dead. Please. I don't want to be responsible for his death." I pleaded. Jon stopped and backed up several steps.

"Clary. My little sister. My only love." He whispered pulling me to his front. I snuggled into him. "Jon." I kissed his chest. "You were spared by my beautiful angel, bastard. What do you say?" Luke spat blood at us. "Go burn in hell." He snarled, wounds already healing themselves. "You know what, I don't care. You stay here, you bitch. Jocelyn and I will leave you alone, forever." "No. I am staying here. We are getting a divorce." Mom said, hiding in Valentine's chest.

"Whatever." Luke slowly got up and left. I started sobbing as Jon sat us down, glaring at the door Luke had just left through. We all knew he was going to be like this for a while. Everyone sat down and all was quiet except for my sobs. "I was so scared, Jon." I whimpered. "Shh. It's fine now, lovely one. He's gone." He rocked me soothingly.

His rocking slowly lulled me to sleep. The last words that left my mouth were "I love you, Jonathan."

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