Hello everyone! Okay, so since I'm starting to write the second chapter I'll also have more POVs, because since I had to introduce everything in the first chapter, I didn't really have the chance to change POVs. Anyway, here is the second chapter.

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices. I only own the plot of this story.

Warning: Some part in this may get a little violent, I will try not to be too descriptive though.

Sophie POV

*One week later*

Sophie was walking home from school, while talking to her boyfriend, Teddy, on the phone.

"Hey, do you mind me coming over? I really wanna see you," he said in a low tone. Sophie smiled a little. "I would love that," she responded. She didn't really hang out with Teddy that much, so she wouldn't say no to his question. They weren't that much with each other, mainly because they went to different schools, but he also wasn't really social, and didn't want to see Sophie that often. She didn't know what to think about that. Of course she respected that he liked to be alone and didn't want to push him, but sometimes it felt like he just didn't care. Like when he just says 'I don't want to see you today', it kind of hurt. Sometimes it felt like Sophie wasn't even his girldfriend, but she was sure they'd figure it out, or at least she'd get used to it.

When Sophie finally reached her house, she saw his car was parked outside the house, so when she entered, Sophie saw Teddy right in front of her, with a small smile on his face.

"Hey, baby," he murmured, before attacking me with his mouth. At first, Sophie froze. Then, she kissed him lightly back, but Teddy held her by the waist so it hurt, so she broke the kiss after a while.

"Hey, how have you been? I haven't seen you in days.." Sophie said, but trailed off, since he started kissing her jaw and making his way to her neck quickly and forcefully. "Teddy, maybe not now, I wanna talk to you.." "We can talk later," he said while slowly pulling Sophie's shirt up. Not much, but a little bit every few seconds. That's also when she noticed he smelled of alcohol. Sophie didn't really know what to do, so she just pulled away from him, a little harshly. She looked at him for a while. Teddy's eyes were narrowed and unfocused. He seemed to be really drunk, and Sophie have no idea how she didn't notice it earlier.

"Please don't tell me you're drunk? Teddy, what have you done? You're not even allowed to drink, you're eighteen for God's sake!" She shouted at him desperately. Teddy didn't seem to notice what Sophie was saying, or maybe he just didn't care. Instead, he took a tight grip on her and slammed Sophie against the wall, so her head hit the hard wood. It hurt. A lot. He tried to unbutton Sophie's jeans, but she managed to wriggle him off of her. He whispered in her ear, "I don't really care. You're mine, and I want you, so here I am." That drove Sophie mad, but it also scared her. "I am not yours, what the hell is wrong with you? Now get off me!" By this time Sophie was super mad. But all he said was, "You're mine. Mine. Get it?" It seemed Sophie had frustrated him a bit too. "That's it, we're done. Get out of my house." she said, trying to sound calm even though she felt like hitting him right now. But that' wasn't how it was supposed to be, was it? Why would someone ever want to hit their boyfriend? Although, was someone supposed to be pinning their girlfriend to the wall when they didn't want it? No, probably not.

When Teddy heard what she said, he became absolutely furious. Before Sophie even realised what was happening, Teddy had pulled out a pocket knife and she felt a stinging pain in her left cheek and she cried out in pain, quite loudly. Then, she felt something warm drip down her jaw and chin. Blood. Sophie couldn't focus on anything else than the pain for a moment, but then she heard him whisper, "You will always be mine. And if I can't have you, then no one else can either." After that, he exited the house.

Then it was eerily quiet, except for Sophie's quiet sobs, before she shortly after passed out on the floor from the pain in the head and cheek.

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Tessa POV

Tessa was out taking walk in the neighborhood when she heard shouting from a house. It sounded like an argument. At first, Tessa thought she should just ignore it and continue walking, but then she heard a loud thump and someone screaming, and that's when she stopped dead in her tracks. A few moments later a man exited the house. Tessa couldn't clearly see his face since she wasn't close enough, but anyone could see that he looked angry just by the way he walked. He was also quite muscular, and Tessa doubted he was the one who screamed. She watched as he got in a grey car and drove away, until she couldn't see the car at all.

Tessa frowned, still contemplating about ignoring it. After all, if it was just a normal fight, she doubted they would want her intruding. However, curiousity once again got the best of her, so after a while, Tessa started walking towards the house. She walked up the steps carefully listening if there was any sound coming from the house, but it was deadly quiet. Tessa knocked on the door twice. There were no footsteps, or any other sounds for that matter, coming from the house. She tried the door to find it unlocked, so she gently pushed the door open. When she opened the door fully, Tessa gasped. On the floor in the hall lay a girl with blood all over her face. And not just any girl, because that was Sophie Collins, who went to Tessa's school, they even had a couple of classes together. Sophie lay there, bloody, and apparently unconcious.

Tessa quickly hurried over to her. "Are you okay? Sophie?" Her silence just confirmed her suspicions. Quickly, Tessa took her phone and dialed 911.

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"Excuse me, miss? Are you here for Sophie Collins?" A doctor came and asked Tessa. She was sitting in the waiting room in the hospital, waiting for any news on Sophie. She'd been there for about an hour now, not knowing what else to do than sit there. She didn't want to just abandon Sophie either.

"Yes, are there any news?" Tessa asked anxiously.

The doctor responded, "Miss Collins has received a cut on her cheek that will remain there as a scar, and she hurt her head, so we will keep her here overnight just to make sure she'll get better. We have already called her parents. Sophie is awake right now, so if you wish to visit her, you may do it," the doctor said and left Tessa sitting there. She didn't know if she should go or not, since she didn't know Sophie personally and didn't want to invade her privacy.

After a while, however, Tessa decided to visit Sophie, and if she didn't want her there, then she would just leave. So I stood up and walked to the room Sophie was in, and knocked before entering.

There, in the completely white hospital room, was Sophie sitting on her bed, with some tears in her eyes.

"Sophie?" Tessa asked carefully, and she turned her head towards her. Sophie's eyebrows rose a little, and then she asked quietly, "Are you the one who found me? And called 911?" She sounded really shy, but Tessa couldn't make out if she was angry at me or not for being there.

"Um, yeah. If you don't want me here then I can leave, just thought I would come and see if you needed everything.." she trailed off. Sophie gave Tessa a weak smile and said, "It's okay, you can stay. That is, if you don't have anywhere to be. I could use someone to talk to," Sophie said looking sad.

"Not at all," Tessa answered with a smile.

She sat down in the chair by the bed and she asked me, "Aren't you Tessa Gray? I think we have some classes together, right?" Sophie asked.

I smiled and answered, "Yeah, that's me. I was just walking around the neighborhood when I heard screams coming from your house, and after that some man drove away from there. If you don't mind me asking, was he the one who gave you the cut?" At first, Sophie looked like she wasn't going to answer, but then she took a deep breath and told me what had happened.

"Yeah, he is – was – my boyfriend. I came home to meet him, and apparently he was drunk or something, which was so weird to me. He...he started to take my clothes off but I pushed him off and screamed at him to leave, he just...oh my God, he just told me that I was his and when I told him we were done and he saw that I wouldn't let him do anything, he took a pocket knife and he...he.." Sophie trailed off, tears coming from her eyes while she clenched them shut. She brought a hand to her face, where she had some white band-aid on her cheek, and started shaking. Carefully, Tessa put her arms around her, and Sophie hugged the other girl tightly with her other hand.

After a while, Tessa pulled back but still held a hand on her shoulder. "Sophie, I promise you it'll get better. You can report him to the police, and if you at any time need any help then I'll be here. Do you want me to call anyone, maybe some of your friends?"

Sophie opened her slightly red eyes and looked at Tessa before saying through her tears, "Please don't, I don't want anyone to see my face. I will look hideous with my huge scar," Sophie said with a I-give-up voice. Tessa shook her head.

"Sophie, you are so beautiful with or without a scar, and I know your friends won't mind. If you don't want me to tell them, then that's fine, but your friends care about you and they'll want to know if something's happened." she said, thinking about how lucky Sophie was. Tessa spent most of her time in the school's huge library and didn't really have any friends, which Sophie was lucky to have. Tessa had seen their friend group in the school yard laughing and talking, and wished she could have the same kind of friendship with someone.

Sophie pulled her out of her reverie when she smiled and said, "Thank you Tessa. For everything. I'm just not ready to face anyone. My parents are away on a business trip, and will be back in a few days, but I already spoke to my mom and she said I could stay home for the rest of the week."

After that, they talked about lighter stuff, like school, movies, etc. A while later, it was time for Tessa to leave, but she promised to bring Sophie her homework when she could go back home.

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Tessa shut the door behind her, switching on the light in the empty house. It was about 7 pm, so Nate, Tessa's brother, was already out in a bar gambling. She sighed.

After their parents had died, Nate had become Tessa's guardian, but he had also started drinking and gambling almost every night. It was only the huge amount of money that they both had gotten each, plus the money they shared for food and bills, that both of the kids had gotten from their parents when they died, that kept them from not being thrown out on the streets. Well, throwing Nate out on the streets, because Tessa saved her part of the money as much as possible.

If Nate lost a lot of money in gambling , which was quite often, he would come home drunk and, unfortunately, hit her, kick her, just generally beat Tessa. Although it often resulted in her having bruises and maybe a broken rib, it wasn't anything she couldn't deal with. It was quite easy to hide too, since Tessa just put some concealer on the bruises on her face, because no one looked at her closely enough to notice any bruises. That was one of the reasons she didn't have any friends; she avoided people so no one could know the truth. Tessa wasn't sure why excactly she didn't want anyone to know the truth. Maybe it was because she still, deep down, maybe cared a little for her brother. Or maybe she just didn't want to become an orphan. Either way, she'd never told anyone her secret, and didn't really plan to. She would just move far away from here the minute she got the chance, and try to leave all of this behind.

After a few minutes, Tessa lay in bed reading A Tale Of Two Cities, her favorite book of all time. Then she remembered that she should probably get some sleep in case Nate would come home angry in the middle of the night, and Tessa also had school tomorrow. So she put away her book – even though it was very hurd - and thought about Sophie, and if she would be okay.

Guys. Do you know how hard it is to write? It seriously takes me several days to write a chapter, and I apologise for that. Now I have two questions:

Firstly, I know I've written this in first person POV, but would it be okay if I wrote it in third person?

Second, how descriptive do you want me to be with some of the themes? If it is descriptive, I would try to warn you before it happens so you can skip it if you wish to?

Please review, it means a lot and helps me think about what to write next!

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