AN
This isn't really a Clace one shot. I just got the idea and decided to roll with it. So, the one shot is based off the song "DNA" by Lia Marie Johnson. If you haven't heard it then:
Also, for the sake of the story, we're gonna pretend Clary has black eyes like Valentine.
Enjoy!
I wake up to the annoying beeping of my alarm clock and groan as I move to turn it off. Great, another glorious day in paradise. Groggily, I pull myself out of bed and into the bathroom where the real magic in life happens.
When I emerge, my wild mane is tamed into beachy waves, my skin seems--keyword being seems--flawless, and you can't even tell I only got two hours of sleep. As soon as I'm done I'm the bathroom, I move to my dresser and pull on a black push up bra, a dark green cross front shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a brown bomber jacket, and a pair of Superstars. Soon enough all my earrings are in and I'm securing the locket my father gave me--one of the last things I have to remember him--around my neck.
He's not dead, if that's what you're thinking.
Nah, he's just a shitty guy. My life started out okay. Both of my parents actually tolerated each other and I had an older brother. My dad treated me and Jonathan like his whole world; but then Jonathan died.
Dad and Jonathan were driving home from his baseball practice when this idiot drunk driver ran a red light. My brother, the driver's girlfriend, and the driver's two other friends all died. Some went quicker, like my brother and the girlfriend who died on impact, and some went slower, like the two friends who were in the ICU for two days before they both died. The drunkie was sent to prison for manslaughter and my parents were left to deal with the death of their eldest child.
Mom went about a healthier way of healing back then. She turned to her art to help her through. Dad on the other hand...
Well, he turned to the bottle.
Even though he did nothing wrong, he blamed himself for Jonathan's death. So, every night after work or after he thought I'd gone to sleep, he left and drank until he was cut off at the local pub. He and Mom started to argue about it every night and I would listen as my parents slowly came to hate each other. And Dad, well, he can get a bit, how should I say this...violent when he's drunk. And after one particularly horrible drunken fight that resulted in bottles being thrown and Mom being shoved against the wall repeatedly, she kicked him out.
Not long after that came the divorce. Mom was awarded full custody of me due to Dad's bitter tendencies. The judge did allow Dad supervised visits every Saturday, but those stopped fairly quickly as it all became too much for Dad. Last I heard he was out in LA, trying to start over after he lost everything.
"Clary! Hurry up or you'll be late for school!"
I roll my eyes at the sound of my mother's boy toy Luke's voice. Luke Garroway was my parents's best friend throughout high school and college. He was the best man at their wedding and is technically Jonathan's godfather. He's also my stepfather. Mom married him a couple years after the divorce, making me eleven at the time. I didn't mind at first, until he tried to completely take over as my dad. The bastard even went so far as asking me how I would feel to change my last name!
I, of course, said no. My father may not have been a great man, but I'm still his daughter, not Luke's. I'll always be Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, not Garroway. And the more he tries to be my dad, the more I'm going to resent him.
