Molly Hooper was extremely short for her age. It made her feel small on the inside and the outside. She was 14 years old and had smooth chestnut brown hair with sunny eyes. They say the eyes are the Windows to your soul, but in Molly's case this was not true as she never felt sunny. Molly had recently joined a secondary school in London and had a small circle of friends. She had felt incredibly happy when she acquired a boyfriend named Callum. The girl had a small circle of friends but was perfectly contempt with that.

John was her kind friend.

Sally was her 'girly advice' friend.

And Sherlock was her intelligent friend.

Her life seems pretty nice to someone looking from the outside, but her friend Sherlock knew it was much more complicated than that.

Both of Molly's parents had passed away, Her mum when she was only 4 years of age and her dad when she was 11. She can't remember much of them apart from a pair of warm green eyes belonging to her mother and the brightest of smiles worn by her father.

Sherlock knew lots about her such as: she was currently living with her grandfather. But there was something he hadn't yet deduced; Callum was abusing her.

Molly thought nothing of it at first, the rare comments of 'doofus' and various other names. But she had come to realise that it was affecting her self esteem therefore being classed as mental abuse. Molly had seen things like this in TV shows and was afraid to tell anyone. The question that always made her tremble was...what if it turned physical?

"Are you walking to class with me Molls?" Sally asked "or are you going with Callum?" The girl made kissy faces sending her into hysterics.

"No...I'll walk with you." Molly said hoping to avoid Callum on the way to class.

Molly loved as spending time with her friends, it was only when she was with her boyfriend she was nervous.

They giggled about recent episodes of their favourite shows on the way to the maths block.

"Molly, Sally!" They heard a jolly voice say, it was John.

"Hi, John" Molly smiled, a real smile.

" I saw Callum when the bell rang, he's looking for you."

Molly's eyes widened. If she had ignored him he'd be furious. "Better go find him!" She rushed back into the building bumping into several people until she saw a familiar mop of curls.

"Ah, Molly."

"Sorry Sherlock, I Can't really talk. I'm looking for Ca-"

"He's by your locker." said Sherlock .

She let out a sigh of relief before thanking him and rushing of again.

The tall brunette boy was exactly where she was told he'd be.

"Callum," She squeaked "I was looking for you!" She smiled, a fake smile.

He leaned towards her silently and whispered in her ear, "I told you I'd be here, why weren't you here?" He asked aggressively. When the corridor was empty he pulled away and stared at her waiting for a reply.

"I...I..I'm sorry Callum. I f...forgot."

"You forget alot don't you?"

She figured it was a rhetorical question so remained quiet.

"DON'T you?" He repeated sharply.

She nodded "y..yes."

"I'm coming to your house this evening to make sure you stay out of trouble."

He treated her more like a puppet than a girlfriend.

She nodded quickly making a mental note to text her grandad.

"Now get out of my sight." Callum waved her off as if she was an unwanted animal.

Molly had to run to class quickly and apologise for being 10 minutes late. She was flustered and Sherlock could see that. Once she'd unpacked her things and got her book ready she leant to the side. "Sh...Sherlock?" She whispered.

"Yes?"

"There's something I have to tell you."