Chapter Fourteen
1185 Words
Clary's POV
Prom is tonight and at the moment, Maryse is doing my hair while Izzy does my make-up.
"Ow! Izzy, that hurts."
"Beauty is pain, Clary."
"No, no, it is not." She plucked another eyebrow. "f**k! Stop it, Isabelle!" She huffed and put her stuff away.
"Fine. Have hairy eyebrows."
"Thank you." I rubbed my eyebrows and waited patiently until Maryse finished doing my hair.
"All done, Clary." I smiled and stood up, walking to the full length mirror in my bathroom, almost falling over at what I looked like.
Holy s**t.
"You look stunning, Clary." I smiled at Maryse.
"Thank you for doing my hair so that it covers the bald spot."
"I was happy to do it. You have fun at the prom."
"I will."
"Clare, Jace is here! Simon, too!" Dad yelled up the stairs and I took a deep breath before heading for the stairs.
I walked down them and smiled as Jace's jaw dropped.
"You- uh, y-you look amazing, Clary." Jace stuttered and I rolled my eyes as I got to the bottom of the stairs.
"My beautiful little princess." Dad hugged me.
"Not so little anymore, daddy." I mumbled and he pulled away.
"You will always be little to me. Always. I am in denial about you being on your way to prom."
"It's okay. You have a right to be in denial."
"I know I do. Now, pictures, please." I sighed and stood beside Jace as dad and Maryse took photos of us.
Then, it was Simon and Izzy's turn and finally, it was Magnus and Alec's turn.
"Have fun, baby. Call me if you need anything."
"I will." Jace lightly gripped my hand and we rushed out to the white limo, all of us piling into it.
Jace grabbed my hand as soon as we were situated in our seats and rubbed my knuckles with his thumb, making me tingle a little.
"So, Clary, you never went to prom when you were in high school?" Magnus asked and I shook my head.
"Considering that I was like thirteen when my prom came around, I really just wasn't interested in going." He nodded in understanding.
"I get it."
"We're here." Jace got out of the limo and helped me out, but we waited for everyone else to join us before we headed inside the school.
An hour or so later, I was having the time of my life. "Care for a dance, beautiful girl?" Jace offered his hand and I took it, letting him lead me out to the dance floor.
His arms rested around my waist and my hands clasped around his neck as we slowly swayed in circles.
"Are you having a good time?" He asked.
"I am having a wonderful time."
"I'm glad."
"Jacey!" He sighed.
"Ignore everything she says, please." I nodded as we both looked to the blonde standing beside us. "What do you want, Kaelie?"
"Just wanted to come see you. Maybe invite you back to my hotel room." She held up a hotel room card.
"No thanks. I'm here with Clary." She turned to me with a scowl and scoffed before turning back to Jace.
"Why be with her when you can have someone so much better?"
"Go away, Kaelie. Leave us alone." She huffed and stomped away. "Sorry about that. We hooked up a few times, but she's really clingy."
"You do know that I'm not going to have s*x with you, right?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Why not?"
"Because. s*x just isn't my thing."
"Have you ever had it?" I looked down at my shoes. "So, you haven't."
"That's honestly none of your business." He scoffed at my words.
"It seems like nothing about you is any of my business. Why can't you just give up all of your secrets and let me get to know you better?"
"Because, I don't tell people certain things about my life. Especially when I barely know them."
"Yet you came to prom with me. Come on, It's not like I'd tell anyone."
"Jace, just drop it. Tonight was supposed to be fun."
"Yeah, well, to me, 'fun' means having s*x. And, it doesn't seem like you'll be putting out anytime soon, so I'm gonna go find Kaelie." He swiped my hands off of his shoulders and walked away.
"Asshole." I whispered and stormed out of the gym, down the hallway and out of the school. I called myself a cab and stood against the side of the school as I waited.
I hated that it was dark out, made me paranoid.
"Nice to see you again, Clarissa." Sebastian's hand closed over my mouth and pulled me back by my hair, shoving me onto the ground.
"How many times is this going to do this, Sebastian? When are you finally going to let me go?" He laughed as I cried and he banged my head into the concrete.
"I will never let you go. Ever, Clarissa." I sobbed into my hand and attempted to scream, but he punched me in the face and stuck a needle into my arm.
Just seconds later, I was unable to move any part of my body.
"Learn your place, Clarissa. You do not disrespect me, you do not kick me in the f*****g balls, you do not run from me." He ripped my panties and tore them from my body. "Not that you could, even if you tried."
I was unable to move even my head, so I was forced to look up at the starry sky as I heard his pants unzip.
"I own you, you little b***h. Nothing will ever change that." He leaned over me and kissed me on the lips as he slid into me. "You have matured so much since you were little. It's so much better to f**k you these days."
My blurry vision told me that I was crying, but I couldn't feel the tears.
After a while, he finished inside me and put his clothes back on. "See you soon, Clarissa." He jumped onto both my arms at the same time and I heard them crack, then he stomped on my ankle. "I will never let you go."
He walked away and all I could do was lay there for what felt like forever, until I started to slowly gain function of my body parts again.
Reaching over, I opened my clutch with two fingers before taking out my phone. Just dialing the number was an almost impossible task for me.
"Hello?"
"Daddy." I cried softly.
"Princess?"
"Come get me. Please."
"Okay, I'm on my way. Where do I meet you?"
"I-I'm on the side of the school. I can't get up."
"What do you mean?"
"Sebastian. He stuck a needle in my arm, I couldn't move." I sobbed. "It hurts, daddy."
"Oh god. Don't you move, sweetheart, I am almost there."
"I'm tired, daddy."
"Don't close your eyes, Clary! Keep them open. I'll be there in just a few minutes."
I knew he said not to, but I just couldn't help it.
Hurts so bad......
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