I'm back again! Thank you for all of the reviews and for all of the nice words. It really is difficult reading this but I'm glad all of you are giving it a shot. Here is chapter two and it is a little more violent than the first chapter. Also, trigger warning for non consensual sex.


Molly's flat wasn't more than a kilometer away from St. Bart's and since it wasn't raining, she thought it would be the best day to walk and think about her life. How it had taken a sudden spin when Sherlock had come up to her and asked her to help him with faking his death. She didn't do much, really. She provided him a place to stay and some money when he needed it but other than that, nothing.

A few months after Sherlock had faked his death she met Tom. The sweet Tom who worked as a journalist and would always write her sweet little stories when she was feeling bad. Then, it seemed like his stories took a sudden turn.

"Tom?" Molly asked as she put down his latest story, even though he was a journalist he really did love creative writing. "I… I'm not quite sure I understand."

"What do you mean?" His sharp words sent shivers down her spine.

Molly put down the pile of papers and frowned. "I uh, I mean. I love it and everything but do you really think that having the main character commit suicide while it is in first person is really the best idea? Then while the main character is dying you describe in detail what he is going through?"

Tom stood up from their couch (yes theircouch. He had moved in about three weeks ago, without even warning her). He grabbed the papers right out of her hands and glanced through them. "So?" He simply responded.

"So um…" Molly wanted to stand up for herself but she soon felt his hands around her neck, cutting off oxygen to her brain, her eyes were rolling back in her head. But before she could black out she suddenly felt the warmth of oxygen in her lungs.

"You're so weak." He spat as he strikes her across the cheek.

"T-Tom, I'm sorry." She apologizes as she put her head between her knees, feeling the oxygen finally return fully.

"Don't you say that. You know you aren't." Before she could react to what he was saying he grabbed a bit of her long hair and pulled her head up to face him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

"Y-Yes, I-I'm sorry." Molly was biting back tears as she knew that his hand would be in contact with her face in seconds.

But something else happened. He kissed her. A rough kiss, not something she was used to. She wanted to react, but she wasn't sure how and just sat there as he moved his hands down to her hip and tugged on her cardigan.

Molly shuddered just at the thought of that night. It was one of the nights she wanted to forget, he had forced himself onto her and she couldn't move, or else his hands would move to her neck again and each time would be a longer amount of time that she couldn't breathe.

As Molly rounded the corner to her flat she gave a heavy sigh. Did she really want to go into that flat? He was probably already there, waiting for her. Maybe today will be a better day, sometimes he had those days where he would make dinner and they would kiss and watch telly in peace.

Molly dug the keys out of her purse and opened the door to her flat and gave a heavy sigh. There was no one there, except for Toby who was lounging on the top of the couch fast asleep.

"Hey there, Toby." Molly cooed as she scratched the top of his head and he responded with loud purring. Then it finally hit her. She was alone. Alone for once. Molly looked around the flat to make sure she was truly alone. It's strange, being alone in a morgue all day and then coming home and enjoying the silence, but the truth. Tom was gone, something that never happened.

As she breathed in the silence she laid down on the couch and closed her eyes for a second. What should I do? Read a book? Sleep? Make supper? Different ideas ran through her head as she breathed in the silence.

Molly got up from the couch and went over to her bedroom and got some pajamas. She didn't really care what they looked like, she didn't care what he thought when he got home, he would just make fun of her appearance no matter what she looked like if he was in a bad mood.

Once the tub was full at a warm temperature she slowly stripped off each piece of clothing, her body was shivering and the moment her body entered the tub she could feel her whole body relax. Her eyes glanced around her body. Noticing all the marks Tom had put on her. There were evident hand marks on her wrist and waist and various bruises tainted on her body. She held her breathe and dipped her head underwater and let her long hair flow however it wanted.

When her head surfaced she breathed in and out steadily, enjoying the happiness while she could. She could hear her phone buzz in the distance but she quickly ignored it, enjoying the silence, the independence, anything she could enjoy for the moment being.

After awhile in the tub, she realized she had been in it long enough, she looked down at her fingers and noticed how prune like they looked. Molly smiled as she gently lifted herself from the tub and drained the tub as she wrapped a towel around her torso, and another towel in her hair.

As her phone buzzed once again Molly reached to grab it as it lay on the counter. "Hello?" Molly asked, not looking at the name before she answered the phone.

"Molly! Where have you been?" The rushed and what was that in his voice? Worry? That was odd for Tom.

"I'm in the bathroom," she answered simply. "Wh-" Before she could finish a word the door to the bathroom slammed open.

"Molly!" Tom nearly yelled as he entered the bathroom wearing a nice white shirt with a blue cardigan and some khakis. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" His voice was full of worry which surprised her and she took a small step back.

"I um… I was just taking a bath, I didn't hear my phone ringing."

"Well, I got a surprise for you! But first!" Before Molly could force a word out he grabbed her chin in the most gentle way as if she was China and laid a soft kiss on her lips. "Clean up, sweetie. I love you."

And with that, she was alone in the bathroom again. Molly's heart started pounding. What was this surprise? As she gently got dressed in her over sized t-shirt and pajamas. She quietly made her way into the living room and noticed Tom pacing the room. "Hey," she nearly whispered and all his attention went to her.

"Hey!" He exclaimed with his hands behind his back as he ran towards her and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Why are you wearing that?" He nearly growled as he looked over her atrocious outfit.

"Because I'm just wearing it to bed?" Molly was offended by that question and she raised an eyebrow and he quickly dismissed it and he drew a long velvet box from his back.

"I bought something for you," he smiled as he flicked it opened and inside was a long silver chain with a ruby in the middle of it. "I put your birthstone on it, I thought you might like it."

Molly forced a smile on her face as she looked up at him. "Tom, I really love this, it is beautiful, really." Should she mention it? They'd been dating for over a year, he should know when her birthday was by now. "T-Tom," she warned, not quite sure how she was going to handle this. "I love it, I do. But my birthday is in March… Which is aquamarine. Ruby is June, I think?"

"July." He corrected before his face hardened and his lips turned into a thin line as he looked straight into her eyes. His eyes were cold, she could tell where this was going t end.

"It's beautiful, Tom. I honestly love it." Molly gently grabbed the velvet box from his hands and took the necklace out of it. "W-Would you mind, um putting it on me?" Molly asked as she handed the necklace over to Tom and she turned around and lifted her damp hair up so he could fit the necklace around her neck.

She could feel his fingers around her neck and she drew in a light breath, hoping he wouldn't do anything. Soon, she felt the necklace laying against her chest and she gave a breath of relief. Maybe he's in a good mood tonight she thought to herself. But she spoke to soon as the necklace soon came up to her neck in a swift movement and the small diamonds on the necklace pierced the skin on her neck. "T-Tom?" She squeaked, but as soon as she said anything, the diamonds dug deeper into her skin.

"Don't speak." He commanded, his words cold and not caring like they were a few minutes ago. "Do you realize how much money I spent on this? I got this for you." His words hissed in her ear.

"I-I'll wear it, Tom…" She trailed off but soon felt the diamonds piercing her skin, something was trickling down her neck. Blood? Were the diamonds really that deep in her skin? Was she so immune that she didn't notice it?

"Good." He let go and let the necklace dangle on her chest as he latched it into a more comfortable place. Molly swiped her neck and looked down at her hand and noticed the blood. "You don't know how much I care about you, Molly Hooper." Tom mumbled against her skin as he planted simple kisses against her.

Molly slowly turned herself around to face him. "Thank you, I really like it." Molly took a few steps away, she could tell what he was trying to do. He was trying to get in bed with her, and she really wasn't in the mood right now.

"Come on, Molly." He cooed as he grabbed her hips tightly, bringing her closer to him. Molly could feel his warm lips on hers and she gently pushed him away.

"Tom, not tonight," Molly said against his lips, gently putting a hand on his chest and pushing him away.

"Molly Hooper, I want you right now." Tom had taken advantage while her mouth was open to stick his tongue in it. She attempted to pull away, but his grip was too tight.

"Tom-"

"Molly Hooper!" He yelled before she could finish her thought. He pulled away, his hands still on her hip, but his face farther away. "Go sit on the couch. I have another surprise."

"Another surprise?" She questioned as he let go of her hip and she obliged to his orders. Sitting properly on the edge of the couch, wondering what he had in store this time. Tom disappeared into the kitchen for a little while. Her mind wandered. What did he have planned now?

A few anticipated moments later Tom returned into the living room with two glasses of red wine. "It's your favorite, isn't it?" He asked as he handed her one. Molly gave a small nod as she took a sip of her wine.

"Why are we drinking so late?" Molly asked as she took another sip of her drink. She only drank on occasions, but it seemed like tonight was a good time to drink after a long day at work.

"You know me, always drinking." Tom said as he tapped his glass lightly on the top of Molly's.

Molly took a large sip of the wine. What was up with her tonight? Why was she drinking? It was a usual weekday and she shouldn't be drinking tonight, but she felt it appropriate tonight.

Before Molly knew it her drink was gone. She could feel the alcohol taking a toll on her. It didn't take much to get her drunk, but usually it took her more than a few drinks to get her properly drunk.

Molly slowly stood up from where she was sitting and could feel her eyes fighting to stay open. "I-I'm going to bed… I'm tired." Molly lazily dropped her glass and saw it shatter it to the ground before she felt her body fall back.

"No, Molly. I'll carry you." She felt hands on her back before being lifted up into unconsciousness.

...

When Molly woke up she stretched and found out her whole body was stiff, she lazily looked around her room and her eyes widened in worry. Clothes were all over her room, there were trousers, from the far corner of her room she saw something black, she narrowed her eyes, hoping that would make her see farther. Was that? Was that her bra? Molly looked down at herself.

Everything was gone. Her dignity, her clothes, everything she cared about was gone. Molly could feel a tear in her eye as she looked around the bed. He was gone, that's all she cared about. "T-Tom?" Molly croaked, but there was no return.

Molly bit her lip, trying her hardest not to cry. She knew what he had done to her but she didn't want to admit it. But this was the last straw, she couldn't go on with this any longer, she needed to tell someone. Anyone. One name came into her mind as she looked for her phone, when she suddenly remember she had left it in the bathroom when Tom had called her.

If she was going to call someone she needed clothing, she picked up the over sized t-shirt and her pajama pants that were thrown on the floor, it hurt to just put those loose clothes over her body. As Molly gingerly made her way to the bathroom she sat on the cool floor and locked the bathroom door, just for safety.

Molly grabbed her phone from the counter and called the number she had memorized.

There comes a time where you have to lie to save yourself or someone else. But this one time, she had to tell the truth, for both herself and the person she cared about.

She heard the other line pick up and she gave a heavy breath. "Sh-Sherlock."


This chapter wasn't supposed to turn out this long, but thank you for reading. This chapter was really personal to me and it took me longer than I thought it was going to take me to write it because I didn't necessarily want to write it but I felt like I had to. Anyway. That was that, the next chapter should be up in a few days and it should start getting happier. Thank you so much and I'll see you then.