//Rafe Cameron\\
"You don't make deals with the devil, not unless you want to dance with him and maybe I did"
Lily Grant has spent her whole life slumming it with the pogues, being that she is one.
They're her day ones, her best friends. Life coul...
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Trigger warning: Rape. This chapter contains explicit scenes involving direct rape. The scene is skippable, you won't miss out on anything important that is essential to the story!
I stare blankly at the texts between Kade and I. His 'invite' to his place tonight and my simple 'ok' which translates to knowing better than to say no and knowing the consequences. He's done more than enough to me, I don't need proof he'd punish me directly. He must have noticed I was caring less and less about what happened to me because the last time I refused he brought Haley into it..
I don't possess the power to protect myself or my sisters. Not against him and lord knows he's sick enough that he'd follow through. I can't get away from him, all I can do now is let him own me. He won't do anything as long as I be a good little puppet and listen.
At least tonight it's just him.. I hope.
My phone lands smack against my face as it falls from my hand before vibrating against my chest. A groan of annoyance leaving my lips as I reach up and drag it into my hand. Finding a thread of texts to be the culprit in causing it to vibrate out of my hand while I zoned off.
I don't have a chance to read them before Sarah's contact flashes across my screen and the silenced vibration of it sputters in my hand. "Hey" I mumble tiredly. The small word feels like sandpaper against my tongue. Even the sound of my own voice sickens me nowadays. "Lily! how are you feeling today? Did you sleep okay? How's your head feeling? Have you eaten yet?" She spews off questions faster than I can comprehend them, though I don't need to bring that she's asked the same serious of questions every day...they all have. Sarah, the pogues, my sisters, my mother..even Barry has been worried about me.. I'm pretty sure some random person seven states away whose never met me nor seen me before would be worried about me..I'm an absolute mess and the worse part is that they can't even see the real mess.
All they see is me falling apart on the outside. They have no idea of the horror inside. The way I feel, the way I am.. the things I don't tell anyone, like what Kades been doing.
"I'm fine Sare..what's wrong?" I question knowing the multiple texts and then immediate phone call means something is most definitely wrong.
The silence that follows my question only confirms my suspicion.
"Sarah" "I'm sorry Lily I don't want to involve you in this mess but John B is going to meet with my father" Her words send a wave of adrenaline plunging through my stomach and a nauseating sweat rises to the surface of my skin. What?
John B had no evidence to present to Peterkin. Nothing that proved he found it, that's it's rightfully his. There was nothing she could do and Ward had the rest of it removed from beneath the Crain house. Wherever he's put it is a mystery to us now.
