Lily's P.O.V
I ran. I just couldn't take it anymore so I ran. I didn't't know where I was going, but anywhere was better than my house right now. As I ran, I couldn't't help but think about what just happened.
-Flashback-
I had just came home from a long day of work and school and the house was a mess. I slid my fingers through my hair and sighed. There was broken glass on the floor, food everywhere and the living room wasn't't any better. There was couch cushions thrown on the floor, our flat screen -that was until recently, hung on the wall- was now thrown on the floor, our family pictures were on the floor with broken glass and frames. All this only meant one thing: my dad woke up late and fought with my mom, blaming her for him being late to work. And from what I see mom didn't't stand up for her self. As usual. I quickly went upstairs to my room and threw my school bag on my bed and ran back downstairs.
"Where to start?" I thought to myself. I decided to start with the living room. I grabbed a black garbage bag from the bottom cabinet from the kitchen and started picking up the giant piece of glass from the flat screen and then the smaller pieces from the picture frames. As I was picking up the pieces of glass, a specific picture caught my attention. I dropped the bag and picked up the picture.
It was a picture of my mom, dad, little sister Zoey and I, while we were on vacation in Monte Carlo. This doesn't't even seem like a memory anymore. It feels more like a fairytale. We were a happy family once. But that felt like a life time ago. I collected all the pictures and stacked them on top of each other and set them on the fireplace, then back to cleaning the living room.Ten minutes later, I heard the front door slam and I immediately tensed up
"LILIAN MARIE SANCHEZ! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" I heard his voice slur.
"I-i'm in here dad." I stuttered still cleaning up the mess.
"WHY HAVEN'T YOU CLEANED UP THE HOUSE YET YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Ouch, that stung.
Before I could respond, my dad walked in wasted as fuck.
"I just got home, I'm cleaning up right now." I softly spoke holding back my tears.
"Your such a liar. I fucking hate lying sluts like you." Before i could process what was happening, my dad's fist connected with my face. I collapsed to the ground as he continued to punch me and kicking me in my rib cage. As he turned around looking for something else to abuse me with, I took that as my chance to escape, so I ran up the stairs. I was halfway up the stairs when suddenly, I felt a pair of rough hands pull me by the ankle and drag me down the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going bitch?" He growled in my ear as he punched me in the gut. I bent over in pain. I don't know what came over me, but I kicked him where the sum-don't-shine, and ran out the door.
-End of Flashback-
I sobbed harder remembering the recent events just passed, which blinded my vision. I couldn't't see or hear anything, except for headlights and the excruciating pain that suddenly just hit me on my side. Suddenly, everything went black..
A/N Hope you like it! i also have this story up on Quotev.
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He Saved Me.
FanfictionLillian has lived her whole life being abused by her father, until one day she gets tired of it and runs away. Bt will she get far enough or will something happen to her on the way? Is it for better or is for worse?
