So this is what I did when I couldn't sleep. I know it's not 'The Sharpest Lives', but I can probably update this more… But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about it. So... Enjoy? Hate? Review ;)

1. The Beginning of the End

(No POV)
Crying she gets into her boyfriend's car. "What's the verdict" the boy asked nervously. "3 strikes you're out." she replied bitterly.

Strike 1: having the boy over when parents were out. (They returned early)

Strike 2: She lied to her parents and went to the movies with Him instead of Alli.

Strike 3: Sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet the forbidden boy.

Clare looked at him, the boy who changed her. Turned her into someone she vowed never to become.

"Jake" she whispered, more of a question than a name. But she didn't look at him. Not yet.

He starred at the girl he manipulated. At the girl he had under his thumb. He showed her what was behind the door she was warned never to open. And she kept traveling deeper and deeper into it. He was perfectly aware that she loved him. But when he said it, they were just empty words. To him, she's just a toy, something to use, but get rid of when it gets boring.

"You can live with me. My parents are always off on business trips. It'll be just us, I'll keep you safe" he stated, turning around as he backed out of the drive way.

His favorite toy was a little damaged. Nothing he couldn't fix.

-A year Later-
(Clare's POV)
I woke up this morning to a thin strip of light hitting my face. Jake had friends over last night. By friends I mean his posse of dead beats.

And last night they got drunk. Unfortunately, I was the only girl there. And when he and his friends are drunk... They're unpredictable.

As soon as the first bottle was opened I hid in the closet. If they can't see me. They forget about me. But now they're all gone, and Jake's mad.

I hold my hand in front of my eyes, squinting from the sudden jolt of light. Jake glares at me, from my corner on the ground.

I feel pathetic, hiding from the boy that once meant the world to me. "Get up" he barked at me. I scrambled to my feet. Instantly feeling dizzy from standing up so fast.

Tears instantly sting my eyes when the back of his hand hits my face. It's not the first time he hit me. "I told you not hide from me" he growled.

"Sorry" I muttered.

I groan as my back hits the carpeted ground. I instantly feel his frame towering over mine. It only takes him one hand and my arms are pinned above my head.

I turn my head, trying to escape the biting scent of alcohol swirling in his breath. With his free hand he grips my jaw, wrenching it in his direction. "You're sorry? I'm giving you shelter, taking you in when your parents didn't want you anymore. I'm giving you a life and all I get is 'sorry'?" he hissed. Tightening his grip on my wrists.

"It won't happen again. I promise." I stammered, blinking the tears out of my eyes. I suddenly feel light headed. My wrist is throbbing.

"I know it won't" he threatened. His thumb on my vein, stopping my circulation.

I look at him through dazed eyes as he continues speaking. "If you disobey me again, you'll never leave. I'll make this your personal Hell."

That's the last thing I remember as conciseness escapes me.

-Later in the Day-
[Still Clare's POV]

I blinked away the haze as I woke up. I realized I was in his bed. I didn't dare to move, feeling his arm draped over me. My eyes cleared and focused on his sleeping face. I leaned forward slightly, placing a chaste kiss on his dry lips.

He stretched slightly as he woke up, his brown eyes dilated. I forced a smile as he looked at me; no hints of anger were seen in his eyes. It was almost like the old Jake was back, the one I fell in love with. The one I gave up everything for.

A small smirk spread on his lips as he pulled me into him, my face nuzzling in his chest. The smile wasn't forced as his fingers ghosted up and down my back.

"I love you" I whispered. I felt his chest move as he chuckled slightly. "I know" he replied as he leaned his head down, taking my lips in his.

(Jake's POV)
I laid there and kissed her. She was mine. To hold, to hit, to keep or whatever I so desire. She forgives me so easily. That's why I haven't thrown her away, and probably won't.

I pulled away from her, sitting up against the headboard. Spreading my legs I pulled her into the gap. Her back leaned into my chest as I turned on the TV.

Upon determining there was nothing to my interest I handed her the remote. Letting the memories flood into my head as the different colors danced across the screen.

After she passed out I stood up. For awhile I just stood there, looking at what she'd come to, what We'd come to. But I had no regrets; for any of it. When she got kicked out, she needed me; she had nowhere else to turn to.

I looked down at her frame as she lay still on the ground. I sighed and put one of her hands after another on her stomach. With minimal effort I lifted her off the floor, passing her (the guest) room I carried her to mine.

I gently set her down on the bed, brushing an auburn curl from her porcelain face. I decided to join her as I slid down across from her, draping an arm over her.

"Do you want some water" Clare asked. I'm snapped back to reality at her sudden question. She was looking at me with innocent eyes. "You're not getting up" I said wrapping my arms around her torso. She giggled, lacing her fingers behind mine. "Fine" she said as she sighed in defeat.

"Good Girl" I cooed as I lifted my knees, causing her to slide closer towards me. She linked her arms around my neck, smiling into my chest.

I have to do this. I could tell she was ready to leave me. She just has to feel safe for now. She's docile, ever too easily manipulated.

"Thank-You" she muttered, her eyes peering into mine. I nodded "You just have to promise you'll never leave" I said, a small, reassuring smile on my face.

"I promise" she said, burying her face into the crook of my neck.

She turned all the way around, facing me. I smirked as she stared at me, gently touching her fingertips to my lips.

I looked into her deep blue eyes, forgetting my defenses and giving into the moment.

-That Night-
(Clare's POV)
I looked down at my wrist. You could see the bruise that was left from his episode. They've been becoming more frequent, and more violent. I'm not sure how much more I can take. If he really loved me… He wouldn't do this to me.

I studied the person in the mirror. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to be successful, independent... But that's not what happened. He took that away from me. Jake changed me. Why would he do this to me? How did I let it happen?

Some nights, when he's drunk, or off getting high somewhere I make money. I don't have a job, but it isn't that hard to find odd jobs around the city. Soon I'll have enough to leave. I just need to play along a little bit longer.

Things will change. And it's going to be my choice.

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