Lilith has had a rough life.
Neglected
forced to grow up young,
and distant form most of her peers alongside from two of her friends who are more enticed by the thought of popularity than anything else. Though after she met Scott everything chang...
Waking up to my head pounding, and somehow, I was now in the comfort of my own bed. Was it just a nightmare?? Was Derik still kind? Just as I moved, I found I was deceived by conjured hope. My face was sore, I picked up the hand mirror I always kept on my nightstand to notice cuts on my face. I had bandages, but I also came to notice I had some on my hands and fingers as well.
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I went to leave my room; I came to notice it was a pretty difficult task. The door was jammed this was because the systems in this house itself was older than this town we lived in. I pulled, pushed and prodded until the door finally opened. There Derik stood, his eyes red with cruelness' not an ounce of kindness only the darkness pooled inside him now. A deep state of darkness that even had myself questioning my sanity. As He walked into the room I noticed that his hands were covered in blood. My mind raced.
"Scott, where is he???" My voice super raspy due to dehydration setting into my throat.
"Asleep." His voice calm, to calm, scary calm..
"You know Lilith. I personally never have understood love. Like actual unconditional love."
"Why are you doing this??"
"Your mother, she owes me a lot money. And I know that she just had to leave you something.."
"You show up here and .. What?"
"I was going to look through the house, but the police were surrounding it completely."
"Did you kill her?" My voice cracks at the question, just as the words left my mouth.
"It wasn't that easy Lillith. I wasn't like the others. I was her lover, she admired me dearly and I did what I could to make sure she felt the same.. Then I found out about him.. He gave her everything and she had to give nothing in return."
"Who?"
Derik gave me a cryptic smile.
"Can I at least know why your hands are blood?" Saying this as I gained some strength back.
"I found a chicken outside and one word came to mind.. LUNCH."
"Why not just look for the money yourself?"
"I knew she had a daughter, but I never did know that she was this beautiful.. Let me be honest with you, I crave your touch dearly."
This statement alone made me cringe, to nauseousness.
"I can make you happy I can do so in ways that others could only dream."
I wanted to bite my tongue, but I winded out seeping out the words of strong anguish.
"He is 10 times the man that you'll ever be Derik."
This struck something, it caused anger that he, himself did not appreciate. In one motion he slapped my cheek hard. I froze completely. Sharpness sting following the burning to my skin. I held myself to recover. Then he left, I was helpless, hopeless and completely terrified. Tens of thousands of questions pooled my brain .
Did he kill my mother?
How did he even become a teacher?
and most importantly...
Was Scott okay??
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