It had been four days since prom night. Izzie had almost lost the love of her life and newly fiancé Denny Duquette. She had barely made it up to his room. Izzie was wearing her pink strapless gown when he quietly said 'clot'. She knew what it was a blood clot. Once it was removed her love was healthy with a new heart and all.

"Don't cry I'm ok,"said Denny wiping a tear from her pale face.

"I– just don't want to loose you again,"she sobbed.

"I'm sorry, but I got a new heart, a heart that will last and work from a long time. Thanks to you Isobel Stevens-Duquette."

"Were not married yet,"she said.

"Well maybe not but I have something for you." Denny held out a blue box.

"Denny, it's beautiful."

Inside was a 2 carat diamond engagement ring. On the inside of the ring in graved was 'I can't stop thinking about you.'

"So is that a yes?"

"Of course!"

"There's one more thing."

Denny held out a flier. It was a paper for a three bedroom townhouse close to all the hotels and a beautiful view of the bay.

"What's this for?"

"I bought it."

"Seriously?"

"Yes for us."

"Wow it's amazing!" Izzie pulled him in for a kiss.

"I'm glad you like it."

"I've got to go tell Meredith."

"Ok."

Izzie rushed off to tell her friends the news.

It had been two months and the happy couple had moved into the townhouse. It was decorated in many hues of brown and cream. Denny's favorite part was it always smelled of muffins. Izzie wasn't home yet, still working on a rhinoplasty with Dr. Mark Sloan. She had been talking about it all last night. He didn't have to work, Denny had hit it big in the oil industry a few years back. He had to slow down because of his failing heart. Denny was beginning to get angry they had dinner in forty minutes. She was due home twenty minutes ago. At that moment Izzie burst into the door she was glowing as usual.

"Why are you late?" He yelled.

"The surgery ran long and well I was sick in the bathroom."

"Don't blame all of this on my baby!"

"Your baby! Look who carrying our baby!" She said pointing to her swelling stomach.

"Your such a slut probably screwing that Dr. Sloan!" He said looming closer.

"I''m sorry honey,"she said as he hit her hard on the jaw.

"You better be! We have 30 minutes to get to dinner go clean up!"

Izzie slowly walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. She took off her black sweater. Her whole body was covered in bruises and cuts. What is happening, she thought. Izzie grabbed a white towel and began to wipe off the blood from her jaw. It was superficial nothing a little make up wouldn't hide. She dug through her pink bag and found the cover up. Once that job was finished she went to her closet. Izzie pulled on a white cashmere v-neck and black pants. She couldn't button the pants so she settled for a brown flowing skirt. He wouldn't mind Denny likes brown, she thought. Izzie made her way down the stairs and say a different Denny.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm sorry about earlier."

"Yeah, I'm sorry too." He kissed her on the cheek.

"Ready to go?"

"Umhm."

"Learn to say yes or you won't be coming." He was back.

"I'm sorry,"she said softly.

"You should be, lets go."

On the way out of the house Izzie saw Mark entering the hotel he lived at. She thought it was funny that a world class surgeon would live in a hotel room. Their eyes locked for a minute his piercing blue eyes met her brown. She was the first to turn away feeling the angry stare of her fiancé Denny behind her. Izzie could tell he was boiling over, her eyes met his again before he turned away.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing, just looking for my keys,"she said quickly sticking her hand in her purse.

"You whore go back inside, I'll be home later."

"Ok,"she whispered.

"I think your forgetting something,"he said.

"What am I forgetting."

"A kiss."

"Oh,"she said leaning over to kiss him.

"Don't you ever talking like that to me again."

"Ok by honey,"she waved good bye.

Denny Duquette had broken her. No longer strong and fiesty but passive and dull was the new Izzie. Some times she wished he did die, a slow painful death. She reminded herself he loved her and would never leave her. They were getting married and still hadn't set a date. To top it off she was pregnant wit his child. Why would she leave this life?

Izzie made her way back to their cozy house and shut the door. He would come home drunk, she thought more like knew. Ever since Izzie had told him she was carrying his child he began drinking seven glasses of wine and four bottles of beer a day. The smell alone made her want to gag. Maybe he's just scared and showing it in his own way, she said to herself. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Whatever your selling I'm not interested!"

"I'm not selling anything,"said the voice. It was Mark.

"I'll be down in a second,"she said opening the door.

"So how are you?"

"I'm pregnant how do you think?"

"Sore and tired a presume?"

"You nailed it."

"I came over here to see if you were ok."

"Why? I'm fine."

"I saw Denny yelling at you and well— I was— worried about you."

"That's really sweet, but I'm ok It was just and argument."

"Are you sure?"

By this time Izzie had taken off her sweater and was wearing a tank top. There were hand marks on her shoulders.

"Yeah,"she said trying to cover up the bruises.

"If you need anything I'm here, ok?"

"Ok, thanks Mark,"she said giving him a quick hug. Then his pager went off.

"Saved by the bell." She just laughed.

"Bye."

"Bye." Mark knew something was terribly wrong.

Four hours later at midnight Denny arrived home smelling of white wine. Izzie was awake reading 'What to expect when your expecting' on the brown leather couch.

"IZZIE!"

"Yes honey?"

"Why was that Dr. Sloan here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I came home early and sat in the car...I saw you two hugging. What the hell does that mean?"

"He came to say I was great in surgery?"

"You whore you were screwing that man weren't you?" He said digging his nailing into her arms.

"No, please let go I wasn't I care about you,"she sobbed.

"You bitch could care less!" He let go as she ran up the stairs.

"I love you, Isn't that enough?" He followed her up the stairs.

"You don't love me on bit!" Denny grabbed her neck.

At that moment he let go and pushed her down the stairs. Instinctively Izzie wrapped her arms around her pregnant belly as she fell down the flight and hit her head. After that she must of passed out. The last thing she remembered was 'you deserve to die.'

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've never written anything tragic or about abuse but I wanted to try something new and I did. Basically if your lost Denny lived past prom they are engaged. Izzie is pregnant and Mark is worried about Izzie. Please review I need a few ideas!!!