You sighed as you applied a fresh coat of lipstick in front of your locker mirror. As head cheerleader and three-time prom queen, you had perfected the art of appearing happy and perfect at all times. But underneath the carefully applied makeup, a dark bruise was forming on your neck - a reminder of the abuse that took place behind closed doors.

Slamming your mirror shut, you turned just as Jake, the quarterback and student body president, walked up with a look of concern. "Hey, are you okay? I saw..." He motioned to the bruise visible above your shirt collar.