Always | Jace Norman FF

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Friday, April 15, 2016, 4:30 p.m.

•Clary's POV•

Somewhere in Arizona, there is a family of five. They're the type of family that has a father that doesn't hurt them, that never makes them cry, that convinces them to not think about suicide. That's not my family.

JC- CLARY MARIE CAINS, GET YOUR ASS IN THIS LIVING ROOM THIS INSTANT!!

That's my father, James Cains. He is probably drunk or high right now. He has been very abusive towards my brothers, my mother, and me ever since I was 3. He told me when I was 10, they were at the hospital on the night I was born, that he didn't want me here. That I was an accident. That my life doesn't matter. Stupidly, I believed him. So I tried committing suicide, I started cutting. I hated myself.

CC- Yes daddy.
JC- DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO CLEAN THE HOUSE BEFORE I GOT HOME!!
CC- Daddy, Erik told me that he already cleaned the house before I got home.
JC- I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN. NOT HIM!

He rose his hand and balled it into a fist and punched me right in the face. I fell to the ground and grabbed my cheek. I looked up to my father, who was very angry because my eyes filled to the brim with tears. He kicked me over and over again in my stomach. I felt myself starting to bruise. After he was done, he picked me up very forcefully by my hair.

JC(calmly but scary)- Now, next time when I say you clean the house before I get home, you better clean the house instead of your big headed ass brother. Okay?

I didn't say anything but I nodded my head. He punched me in my stomach and tightened his grip on my hair so I wouldn't buckle forward. I groaned in pain.

JC(yelling)- OKAY!!!
CC(crying and sobbing)- Okay, dad.

He released me and he pushed me on the ground.

JC(pointing to the stairs)- Now go to your room and don't come out until your mother says its dinnertime.
CC(standing up and holding her face)- Yes sir.

I walked towards my room slowly. I walked into my room and quietly opened my dresser drawer. I pulled out a long, white sock and tied it on my outside doorknob. Then, quietly closed the door. I quickly walked over to my bed and slowly laid down on it.

I cried and I cried. I eventually fell asleep from crying.

•ONE HOUR LATER•

I was woken up by someone shaking me.

??- Clary?

I fluttered my eyes open and saw a familiar face. I put a small smile on my face.

CC- Hey Erik.

Erik is my older brother and pretty much my best friend. Erik is very protective of me, my mom, and my other brother. He's mostly protective of me because one time he came home and saw dad beating me. Erik stopped him and he took the rest of my beating and then, more hurt than I was, he still nursed me.

EC- I saw the sock on the doorknob outside.

I tied the sock outside on my doorknob to tell my mother and siblings that I have been beaten by dad. Once someone sees that on the doorknob, they don't have to knock or anything, they just walk right in. This is pretty much code between my mother and the children of this family.

EC(frantically)-How are you? What did he do? Did he hurt you?

I didn't say anything. I just slowly stood up and lifted my shirt, revealing my black and blue stomach. Erik gasped and covered his mouth.