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Clary

The door slammed shut and I cowered upstairs. Mentally I went over my list in my head. I had done everything. I should be able to get off without any punishments today. My foster father Sebastian had come home from work. Hesitantly I tiptoe downstairs,
"Is my food ready Bitch?" his eyes had a sharp piercing glint, never a good sign.

"Yes." I answer quietly glancing at my feet, my worn and ratty sneakers scraped the floor as I shuffled across to the kitchen.

"Then where the hell is it?" He exclaims. I pull his plate out of the fridge and heat it up in the microwave. He begins to tap his foot impatiently as we wait in silence. The food finishes with a ding and I quickly hand him the plate. He grabs a beer, takes the plate and heads into the other room, turns the T.V. on and plops down. I sigh with relief and head upstairs.

So far he has been peaceful, but I can't count on anything. Especially when he hasn't had any big deals recently which means he is beginning to run out of money. Those times always seem to be the worst. I seek refuge upstairs in my room. Well I call it my room but it really only resembles a closet. Theres no bed, no windows and the walls are stained yellow. I think they used to be white. I have only been in this home for 3 months. And honestly it has been one of the best ones. He hasn't touched me, yet. He has hit me, and locked me in this room, and I have not had anything to eat in a few days but he hasn't touched me intimately. I hate men, and boys, guys, whatever you want to call them. They are all sick bastards. All of them. And women aren't much better. They might not do the hitting, but they just stand there, or worse leave you all alone helpless and defenceless to defend for yourself. So basically I hate people. Hmm.. That sounds harsh. I extraordinarily despise all living things. There. That's better.

CRASH! I hear a huge bang come from downstairs

Oh. Shit. I'm going to die.

I open my door and run downstairs. The police have Sebastian in handcuffs and are reading him his Miranda rights.

"You have the right to remain silent..." I begin to panic, What's going to happen to me? Surely they won't take me back to Valentine, I shudder, no. Or what about Raphael? No. I won't go back there. I refuse, I will kill myself if I have to go back there. I won't let it happen. I snap back to reality when the police officer looks at me.

"Hello, miss?" he looks at me questioningly " I am police officer Luke Garroway. Are you being held captive?"

"No, I.. I was a foster child, I have been year for a few months."
"Alright, you are going to have to come with us, do you have a social worker?"

" I do, but I don't know her name or contact information." I study my feet, which have suddenly become extremely interesting. He nods and we all walk outside. I gasp in surprise, there were multiple police cars outside with more officers roaming around outside. Sebastian is taken and put in the back of a car. Mr. Garroway leads me to a different car and invites me to sit in the front seat. He explains that I will be taken to the police station and that they will try to contact my social worker.

He begins to drive and tells me that I can pick a radio station. I leave it off, I couldn't decide if he was being genuine or just trying to fool me. People do that a lot. They trick you into gaining your trust and then they destroy it. They take your trust and mangle it till it lies scrambled, cut and dying on the floor. I study Luke. He looks trustworthy, but I have found I am a horrible judge of character and decide not to trust him at all. He is a man after all. We pull into the station and he climbs out and motions for me to follow. I follow silently into the building. I sit down in one of the chairs and study my surroundings. A fake potted plant rests in the corner and there are red plastic chairs and desks throughout the room. Luke immediately sits down at his desk and dials the phone.

My thoughts start to wonder again. Would they try to contact Jocelyn? Surely they couldn't, or would they check to see if my relatives wanted me only to find that none of them did? I hope they don't. At this point I would rather just run and go be homeless. Less people that way, and it would probably be easier to find food that way. I glanced up to see if I could slip away unnoticed. And I should have known. Of course not, when has anything ever gone my way. Luke was staring right at me while talking on the phone. I slumped back in my seat and began to drift off.

Luke

"Please, Magnus? She's a sweetheart. I promise!"

"Last time you said that you dropped off a completely goth girl, dressed in all black, and every other word out of her mouth was fuck."

"But you love her anyway! You and Jenn are such amazing foster parents. You also have a medical degree that is extremely helpful for these situations. This girl looks so broken. On the car ride here she did not speak at all. She only spoke early when I had to ask her who she was."

" So let me get this straight. You found this girl in a major drug dealer's house and she claims she is the foster child. You don't know anything about her, and you want me to take her in. For all you know she was dealing the drugs with him! Or she could pregnant and expecting twins. For heavens sake, she could be a stripper that works at Sousies Lounge!"

"Magnus. Seriously. I do not think she is stripper. When I get a hold of her social worker will you at least look at the file?"

"No. I refuse. I am going to hold my ground! Well maybe. But. Eh, what the hell. Yes. I'll look at it."

"Thank you Magnus! At least look it okay?"

"I said I would okay, don't get your hopes up. I swear if you like the girl that much then why not take her in yourself."

"You know how I feel about that, and she is going to need special medical attention and probably therapy and you know I couldn't pay for all of that."

"So you would take her in if you had more money and felt you could care for her?"

"Yes, I would."
"Would you have taken Isabelle in?"

"Well, probably not, but.."

"Aha!"

"No Magnus, but she needed a skilled medical caretaker."

" I think you're using me!" Magnus screeched.

"No, I'm not. I'm using your money and skills to get good kids a home. There is a difference."

"Not really."

"Yes, there is. I have to go now. I have to call her social worker."

"Okay, email me the file when you get it."

'Will do." I smile to myself. Magnus is always a sucker for sad cases and I have a feeling this one will be extremely sad. Magnus and his wife Jenn are great friends of mine. They are in their early thirties like myself and have adopted a bunch of kids.

They adopted Jace when he was eight. His mother died when he was born and his father was killed in a tragic car accident. Then they adopted Alec. Alec is a special kid. I personally think he is a little feminine, but maybe thats just me. His parents caught a deadly disease and were killed overnight at the hospital Magnus worked at, Magnus agreed to foster him until relatives could be found. When none turned up he was adopted. Isabelle is their final fosterchild and I found her. Her parents were targets of a mob, I believe both of them gambled. Isabelle was dressed in all black, with black lipstick, and long gloves on her arm to hide her self inflicted cuts. Magnus took her in almost right away. Now Jace is fifteen, Alec is seventeen and and Isabelle is eighteen. Alec and Isabelle act like true brother and sister. Jace fits in as the annoying younger brother. Isabelle now wears colors other than black and freely wears short sleeve t-shirts. Alec takes kickboxing and love to work out, he practically lives in the gym. Jace is a star football player, even though he is a freshmen. That kid has talent. I think this Clary girl could find a true home there. Maybe not at first, but I really think Magnus should take her in.

I found Clary's social worker's number and called her right away.

"Hello?" A prissy, high, squeaky voice answered. Oh dear god.

"This is Luke Garroway, I'm a New York City police officer, you are Clary's social worker aren't you?"

"Oh dear god. What has that brat gotten herself into this time?"

"Nothing, nothing at all, but her foster father was just arrested and she needs a new home."

"Damn that child. Always needing a new home, that one. She could never keep one. She claimed the last one was abusing her physically and sexually but then there was no evidence! Ugg, does she not want to be adopted? I swear."

"If you will excuse me, I was wondering if you could send me her file? I have some friends that foster teen such as herself and think it would be a good idea."

"If you can find someone willing to take that brat of child in then by all means, Can I email you the file?"

"Sure." After I gave her the email address I hung up right away. What an intolerable woman. Who the hell made her a social worker and how does she still have a job? After receiving the email I forwarded it to Magnus and then decided it was time to find the girl and get some food for dinner.

Hey! Thank you for reading! I just started writing and would love any feedback you guys have. I don't have a set update schedule and updates will happen when possible. If anyone would like to Beta that would be great! I hope you liked the beginning and the next chapter will be from Jace's point of view. Please review! :)