Torn (h.s.)

forty nine

"No." Lillian demands sternly, shaking her head and crossing her arms.

"Yes, it will be good." I pull the keys out, opening my door and hoping out.

"I can't, Harry." The sorrow showing in her words.

"You will, we will." I get out, noticing her follow my lead, arms still crossed. I push the heavy metal doors open, the usual scene going on. Lillian walks in, attempting to hide her face from familiar people.

"Lillian!" One of the white dressed nurses shouts out. "Oh dear! I'm so glad your here, he's been missing you dearly." The woman takes the blondes hands in her own, rubbing them in comfort. Lillian only half smiles.

"Let's go." I say, pulling the girl towards the long corridor. Room after room, it seems we will never reach the one we are looking for.

There stood the identical door to the rest. It's didn't stand out in a regular eyes view, but to us it glowed brighter than the rest. I knock on it, opposite from the first time I came here. The little slot swipes open immediately, the hazel eyes darting between me and the blonde.

"Lill'!" The boy cries out, waiting for me to open it so he can embrace her. The dark room was the same, but a worn out feeling ran through the walls. "Lillian, I missed you so much!" They collide, arms hugging around each other and tears slipping from their matching hazel eyes. The bags under Tate's eyes had turned darker, his hair more messier than ever. His personality didn't change with the room, but his looks did.
"Why didn't you come?" His first question is.

"He wouldn't let me." We both knew who he was, it was too painful for the name to slip out of Lillian's lips. "He thought you would persuade me to leave him."

"Of course I would, he's an ass." Tate argues, sitting on the iron bed. His fingers curling around the frame. "I thought you loved him?"

"I thought I did. I was in love with the idea of him. I wanted to be loved. He would do anything to make me his, but he also did everything to hurt me." Lillian explains, I lean on the door, gleams of small light sparkle on her face lightly.

"He hurt you? How?" Tate's voice had calmed to a concerning, sad tone. He tilted his head, like a lost puppy. Lillian looks to the floor. Picking at scabs that had formed on her hands. A faint purple bruise inked her cheek from her last few days with Edward. The lump in her throat was building, she was going to burst if she didn't speak soon.

"He-e hurt me." Was all the young girl could mange out of her trembling lips. In her eyes you could see flashes of the horrific moments when Edward hurt her.

I could imagine it now. My blonde friend laying on the carpeted floor of Edward's room. He was mad, perhaps because she talked to me. His hand would swing up and impact her skin harshly. She dare not let a whimper out, for that would deserve another slap.

When he finished he would stand by his window, looking out to the greenery. Lillian would let tears race down, as her fingers trashed over the stinging skin. He would then turn around and comfort her. Claiming he didn't mean it and loved her. Edward disgusted me.

"Tell the police." Tate speaks up for his sister, he had no risen from the bed.

"I can't, our family has already had enough trouble with them. They are corrupt anyways." She shrugs, hugging him again, breathing in his scent. Her eyes close tiredly, stress was dragging her down. She just stood there embraced in his arms peacefully.

Soon soft slumberful snores rang through the room. Tate lifts her into his arms, then placing her in my arms to take home. I bid the boy goodbye and goodnight, assuring we will be back in Monday.

Lillian lay limp in my arms. Her lips were a swelling pink and her cheeks were a dancing rose. The sweater around her body wrapped loosely and she snuggled in it nicely.

I wish it could always be this way, but things change. People change and choices change.

{bad chapter. I'm about to pass out I'm so tired sorry for lack if updating!!)