Clary and her daughter Faith are homless. Clary is alone, she knows exactly who the father is. Billionaire Jace Herondale. In fact, Clary is part of the reason why Jace is the billionaire he is today. What happens when Jace Herondale bumps into his...
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING If you don't know who JonBenét Ramsey is...just, look her up, I'm bad at explaining, and her story goes in really deep, if I tried to explain everything this chapter would be too long to publish. FAITH POV I bundle up the sheets and throw them into the big bathtub in the bathroom. I then jump into bed covering my clothes, I take off my beanie and slam the lights. I then close my eyes. The door opens, I hear my moms footsteps come towards me. She sighs and sits down next to me, she starts playing with my hair. "I did do something right....right? I must've done something right with you... you're such an angel, I must've done something right." She then sighs and kisses my forehead. I get up off the bed as I hear her close the door. I go get the sheets. I tightly tie the sheets in the foot of the bed. I then tie the end of it to my waist. I grab the sheets and start climbing down, as I start to climb down, I notice the terrace that I have. I roll my eyes. I could've just tied it on one of those wooden poles! I keep walking down the house, then I untie myself, I fall down the two feet that I missed, I groan as I feel the pain spread around my back. I get up and run towards the Forrest, a tree covers my rope of sheets. I run into the Forrest and turn on my flashlight. I start walking, looking into the dark Forrest.
~*~*~*~ I've been walking for about half an hour. I can safely say I'm lost. Of course you are! What were you thinking! You should've left a trail of something! Paint or a type of stick or something! Anything! I sigh as I keep walking. Something then catches my eye. I go towards it. It was a high heel. But it was too small to be for an adult. I crouch down to get a closer look. They were silver and open toed.
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I could've just cropped the picture, but I wanted to show you that they are made for children.... I look at it closer and pick it up, a type of liquid drops on my forehead i look up, holding my flashlight upwards and I scream at the sight. WARNING! The next paragraph is the most graphic thing I've written in a lonnnng time, I'll tell you when the graphic part ends. It was a kid, hanging from a rope tied to a tree, she was wrapped around tightly by the rope, her face being the closest thing to the ground, she had a silver dress on and the second slipper was on her foot. Her eyes had been torn out, her mouth hanging open with no teeth and no tongue, her jaw was broken, blood was dripping from her eye sockets.
Graphic part over I back away and clean the blood off my hand, I was about to scream when something lifts me up and pins me to the tree, shoving a ball in my mouth, it gagged me a little, bit I could still see. It was the man with the gun, he slowly lowered his hood only to reveal a gas mask. He had brown spiky hair, his hair was going in different directions. "You've been warned," His voice was scratchy, it was being changed by a voice changer. "Don't tell anyone what you saw, or you'll be that girl," The gas mask guy says.
Graphic part again, He inches closer, I could feel his breath lightly around my ear as he breathed. "And you know what we'll do to you? You don't even know what we did to that girl. To you we'll do worse, we will make you cry in sickening pressure as we toy with you first, sexually, not that you know what that word means, you're too young to know, then, when we've had enough we'll slowly burn your thighs, and break your legs, we'll cut off your tongue, fingers and toes, then we'll rip your eyes out we'll open your torso so when the police finally find your hanging body, they will cut the ropes and see your organs and dismembered limbs," he said.
Graphic part over "So listen you pathetic brat, you will follow into her footsteps, become a model, like her," The gas mask guy says as he shoved a piece of paper into my pocket. "You will turn into America's sweetheart, then, on Christmas Day you will leave! You will leave and you won't return, you will leave alone, without your parents, you will not tell anyone anything, you will leave and hide out we will plant a body in the living room with your dna, you will be pronounced dead, and you will see your family suffer from a far, understand?!" I whimper and nod. "If you miss any of these steps, you'll die, and so will your mother." The gas mask guy then picks me up and throws me against the tree the girl is swinging on. Darkness immediately surrounds me.
CLARA POV I open my eyes at the beeping of the alarm. I get up and look at myself in the mirror.
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I know she doesn't look ten, but this is the closest person I could find to what Clara looks like. I put on the maid uniform I had and brushed my hair. I look at my name tag. Clara Fletcher. I'm te only child here, other than Oliver Paige. He was left here when Jace first got wealthy, which was in his first year of college when he created the company. Oliver was only one year old, I was working here with my mother, I was three. Oliver was left in a basket at the door step, and Jace took him in, he cared for him like a son, until Oliver got the knowledge of what happened, he didn't want to be some spoiled poor boy that got left, so he became a servant, Jace didn't want him to, but Oliver still did it, he wanted to be a servant, and now he is. "CLARAAAA! CLARA! CLARAAAA!" I hear rosemary yell. I drop the brush and rush towards Rosemary.
