Crashed and Saved

Chapter 2 Abuse

Hi,

Warning this chapter contains abuse, knives, glass, blood. If you don't like it skip to the next chapter.
You can make your own mind up who you want Lilly to be, but let me know some ideas. Celebrities?
Enjoy this chapter.
Ttyl
Livvy

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Lilly POV

That day seven years ago still haunts me. The nightmares bring it all back. I tremble whenever I see a crashed car on the news, in the papers even if I hear about it on the radio. That day changed my whole life. I felt like I couldn't talk to anyone like I could before.

Slowly, my friends left me. Then they started to dislike me. That dislike turned to hate. Then they started doing the worst thing that anyone can do to someone. Bullying.

To make matters worse, the whole of GreenField High is in on it now. Everyday I'm greeted the same way. With insults A punch or two, more insults and sometimes just disgusted looks on people's faces when they see me. From my ex friend's to people I had never even spoke to before. It's always the same.

"LILLY, GET DOWN HERE, NOW!!" My father yelled from the kitchen, disrupting my thoughts.

Oh no, I thought, he's drunk.

My dad only ever beats me when he's drunk. When he's not, he just avoids me. He doesn't talk to me.

Sighing, I climbed of my bed I walked down the stairs.

He wasn't always abusive to me. I think when mum died, part of him died with her. He wasn't my dad any more. I wasn't his daughter. I was his human punchbag. He blamed me for her death. He said I should have died. I wish I did. I kind of did cause her to die. If we weren't singing..

"LILLY, IF YOU DONT COME DOWN IN TEN SECONDS, THIS WILL BE THE WORST NIGHT OF YOUR LAST LIFE, MABEY YOUR LAST." He screamed.

Might as well get it over and done with. I thought.

I entered the kitchen to find my dad smashing plates and throwing them around the room. A look of anger was on his face. One hit the wall a couple of centimetres away from me causing me to jump.

My dad spotted and grabbed me by my brown hair. I screamed.

"Shut up you worthless excuse for a human. What kind of human lives through a car crash without saving the other person." He shouted, throwing across the room into the glass table that smashed underneath me.

I yelped as glass cut into my back, I stood up and pulled the glass out. My dad was in the fridge looking for another bottle of whatever he was drinking.

I took the chance and ran to the door that led to the stairs. Unfortunately, the fridge was next to the door so my dad was already there.

He grabbed arms and slammed me into the wall. He took two of my hands in one of his large ones and raised them above my head. His other hand was in his pocket. He pulled out a knife and pressed it against my neck.

"I could kill you right now and no one would care. No one would know." He whispered in my ear causing me to shiver.

"But instead," he carried on, raising the knife to my cheek bone, "I will give you some nasty cuts that you won't be able to hide. People will think your an even bigger freak."

He slashed the knife across my cheekbone. Blood poured down my face as he did it to my other cheek. When he did he slapped my face, right wear the cuts were, causing them to sting and bleed more.

He grabbed a beer and walked out into the living room as if nothing happened.

Slowly, I managed to climb up the stairs and get into my room, onto my bed, before I passed out.

Hi guys,

What did you think? It will get better.

I decided to change the person to 1st person. It's easier to write.

Ttyl
Livvy Xx