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Prologue

             Hi, my name is Lily Jameson and this is my story. I have dark auburn beach waves with ice blue eyes and have fair skin that some have said is the color of soft honey. I am 19 years old, I now live in Oceanside, California, and I am a little. I have been this way for as long as I can remember and not everyone has been very accepting of my lifestyle. I started to first discover my nature between 15-17 back when I still lived with my parents in San Marcos. It started happening when mom died and my father, Daniel, started to drink. Daniel had been abusing me for as long as I can remember, I never knew what I did to make him hate me so much.

Mom would turn a blind eye to the abuse in the beginning when it started as mental and verbal. Then when I was 15, she died. Horrible accident on the freeway, and I think that, that traumatic event triggered my "episodes". But at the time, they only happened when I got really upset. But then when my anxiety would flare up or when I got really excited about something it occurred even more frequently. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. My father decided to put me in therapy and after 2 years of pointless emotional and mental therapy I decided to research my "condition". I quickly started to put pieces together like a puzzle. When these episodes occurred I would throw tantrums or crave a pacifier for crying out loud. Like what the hell is that? When I told my therapist, Jenna, about what happened during these incidents, she thought it was a stunt in my mental growth from the abuse and started talking to me about treatment options. I told her that wasn't the case, because when I wasn't feeling this way, I could think and act like a rational adult, not a child. I stopped going after that, afraid she would try and push me into it. Daniel was pissed at first but after a while he would just forget to take me anymore.

I had always been putting back a little from each paycheck I got at my summer job to move out at 18. But the moment Daniel put me in therapy and started to hit me, I was more determined than ever to leave the day of my birthday. So I started saving every paycheck, only spending what I absolutely had to like food, new clothes or shoes, or even school supplies. God knows Daniel wasn't going to buy any of it. I had been working as a server at my uncle Gil's diner since I was 13. He didn't talk to Daniel after I was born, but he never stopped loving me. Gil treated me like his own and sometimes I wished he was my real dad, he was a better father than Daniel could ever be.

Finally, it was 2 months before my 18th birthday and I took all my savings and bought a small and cheap but modest foreclosed home only a couple miles from the beach. I made really good tips since a lot of B-list celebs visited Gil's Diner while they were on the road. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that I didn't turn into a drooling, screaming mess around them and treated them professionally. It helped to think of them like anyone else, just coming and going. Not to mention, Gil made enough to pay his employees minimum wage as well as tips so I made bank working for my uncle.

Once I had my home, I began to move out anything from my room that wasn't heavy or nailed down everyday I went to work, little by little. Uncle Gil was in on my plan to finally leave, so when I was a little late to work some days after driving to my new home to drop off my stuff, he didn't bat an eye. During this process, I made sure to file a restraining order against my father. I knew that when Daniel woke up the morning of my birthday, he would try to find me, so I made sure to file it early so that it was ready in time. I chose to put the R.O. in effect at 3 am that day so I could be long gone before he woke up and found it.

The evening before my birthday while I made dinner for Daniel, I ground up a couple Benadryl and slipped into his beer he had with his meal. He always asked for the same thing, steak and potatoes. I could have put in his potatoes but I knew he would finish every last drop of his beer.

Couple hours later, Daniel was out like a light and I knew it was time to make my move. I made sure to open a couple more beers and empty the bottles so he wouldn't find it suspicious to have passed out after only one beer. After that, I placed the R.O. on his lap where I knew he would find it, obviously, took my last box of stuff that was filled with my littlespace items, and took off to my new home. Anything I left behind was too heavy, too big, and definitely replaceable, like my bed and my dresser. I was finally ready to start my new life.