A/N: Here is chapter two! This song is Kiss With A Fist by Florence + The Machine. If you haven't guessed, the name of the song will be the title of the chapter.

"A kiss with a fist is better than none...so let's sit back and watch the bed burn."

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cat knows it's wrong. cat doesn't understand much, but she understands that this isn't how it's supposed to be.

when she was small, she would picture herself in a castle with a handsome-prince and lots&lots of candy and heart-shaped clouds and galloping ponies and magic. so when jade slams her up against and wall and bites her lip violently, she wonders what went wrong. when she tastes blood and isn't sure whether it is her own or not, she wonders how the yellow-brick-road lead her astray.

when she goes to school the next morning with more cover-up on her face than a runway model, and an aching in her side, she wonders if someone is doing this to her, or if she is really just doing this to herself. sometimes she considers leaving, just saying no and running as far away as her small legs will take her. but then jade kisses her, and runs her black nails over cat's bruises, and tells her it won't happen again (she's sorrysorryssorry).

but of course it does happen again. &again&again&again. cat starts losing count of the number of times jade's breath smells of alcohol, or the number of times cat reaches into jade's pocket to find a small plastic bag of white powder. the only thing cat doesn't lose count of is the number of scars on her body (she counts them like stars); she can't seem to be rid of them, and they never seems to g o a w a y. sometimes, before bed, she stands in front of the mirror and looks at her body. she cries&cries asshe sees the red lines on her pale skin of her thighs, the black and blue patches on her chin and stomach, and she thinks to herself that she is nothing more than jade's playground.

she wears long sleeves in july, when hollywood is over one hundred degrees, and no one says anything because she's cat and she's different. and besides, it's hollywood- no one there really pays attention to anyone but themselves.

once, cat tried to tell jade that she was in pain, that she was scared, and that Jade was hurting her. jade ignored her and ran her fingers violently down cat's back, little droplets of blood rising from where jade's black nails were seconds before.

at night, cat has nightmares where all she can hear is the sling of jade's knife being pulled out, or the snip of jade's scissors being clamped over her skin. where all she can see is her blood covering jade's hands, jade's hair, jade's l i p s.

but sometimes cat dreams of what could be. she dreams of jade in a beautiful ruby ball gown, waltzing around in a castle with cat on her arm- the theme to cinderella playing in the background. she dreams of jade, with flowers in her hair, twirling around in a field, her head thrown back in laughter, her skirt fanning out around her as she spins and spins and spins. she dreams of jade, the dark makeup absent from her face, taking cotton swabs and dabbing at cat's wounds, trying to heal them (to heal her). but then cat wakes up to a life she never dreamed would be her own.

jade tells her that this is the only way, and that it's just something cat is going to have to learn to enjoy. sometimes, cat even believes her. because she knows that jade will not kiss her unless she does. because no matter how hard she wants to fight, and how loudly she wants to scream, she is reminded of why she stays every time she sees the words Jade has carved into her skin. i love you.

A/N: So, this one was a bit darker. Hope you liked it. Please review and tell me if I should continue doing these. Any constructive criticism would be fine, just please don't be mean :)