he hit me, and it felt like a kiss. ˎˊ-
𝒐. in which lilah greene does anything she can to keep toxicity in her life.
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LILAH GREENE was always one of my favorite people in the fucking wasteland I called home.
Her story was just as fucked up as the next.
Gabriel Greene ran the best construction agency in the entirety of Highland. Her mother was freshly eighteen when she met her thirty three year old father. They were married in four months.
Priscilla Greene was pregnant six times before Gabriel finally convinced her to keep her seventh as they went into eight months of their marriage. Mrs. Greene begrudgingly agreed. Delilah Lucille Greene was born at 6 pounds, 3 ounces. Her mother felt no need to hold her after she was pushed out, and forced Gabriel to make the doctors take her to the newborn nursery as soon as she was cleared with the post-labor check up. Priscilla didn't want to look at her.
Mrs. Greene hated babies. Absolutely despised them. Her postpartum depression slammed her like a truck. Having to listen to Delilah screaming and sobbing for her mother every single day made her want to strangle both Lilah and herself with a living room throw pillow.
She did anything she could to keep Lilah off of her hands. She knew she didn't feel any maternal instinct toward the baby, and even resented her; she ruined her body she had spent years perfecting, she made her lose her high paying job, and she put a gap in her marriage. In all honesty, she felt that she could learn to hate Lilah for this.
It was after she had her second daughter when meth took it's hold on Priscilla. Whether it was when she was doing it after hooking up with the dog walker, or whether it was Sunday morning after church. She needed it to get through her two girls and nagging husband.
Lilah was ten when her mom died from an overdose of meth and tequila. She had to watch Priscilla convulse on the ground while white foam came out of her mouth. She had to watch EMS drag her mom's lifeless carcass out of her house on a Saturday morning.If I could have anything in life, it would be to deck that fucking bitch in the damn mouth. She never wanted her daughter's love; she just wanted a fancy car.
After Priscilla's death, Gabriel Greene decided by the fucking grace of God that he would finally pay attention to his daughters. It was a never ending cycle; loving dad in the day, drunken bastard during the night.
It was after Lilah hit puberty when her dad started touching her.
At first, it was an odd experience. She knew he was hopped up on some sort of alcohol when he would lay in her bed with her, whisper in her ear. She could smell the pungent stench exuding from him when he would try and take off her shorts. It wasn't until fifteen when she started defending herself from the drunkard.
