Save Me (CANCELLED for now)

Chapter One - Past & Present (edited)

Lilly

This was the end wasn't it? I was going to die! Perhaps not in the literal sense but mentally yes, I was sure that I would perish. The pain of separation from my Mother would just be too much for me. I knew that I sounded pathetic and weak at the notion but it was true. She was one of the only people left in my life that actually loved and cared for me. The worst bit was that I knew that she too would be as wounded as I would be. Especially the way he treated her when they were alone. When he knew that I couldn't save her. She wouldn't survive a week alone with him at least not without me.

I was the last of my sisters, the only one left to be able to protect our Mother as she had done to us. The last to save her; from his punches and late night visits. I shivered at the memories.

"Please Father, don't send me away!" I said dropping to the floor in despair.

He just sat there staring at me with annoyance. I knew that he wasn't going to change his mind although that didn't stop me from trying. I had to stay. I was the last one left to protect her, the only one left; it was my duty to my Mother and to my sisters. With one more plea, I looked up from my place on the floor where he had kicked me down just a few seconds ago.

Looking up at his face, my brief moment of confidence was immediately replaced with fear. His anger boiled his scarred skin, choking me up as it spread into the room, making me claustrophobic. It choked me on the inside and I looked away in shame. Was I that weak that I couldn't look my Father in the eyes? Still on the ground I whimpered in fear, feeling defeated and ashamed with myself.

"I wish not to marry. Reconsider, please!" I begged my Father, tears streaming down my face.

"No!" My Father's voice echoed throughout the throne room making me cower away in fear.

He chuckled at my gesture.

"Stupid whore just like her Mother!"

I hated it when he was angry. He always took it out on Mother as well as the rest of my sisters. Except now there is only Mother and I. Soon it will just be Mother. I would rather die before that day came. Father would be all too happy but I wouldn't. I would die before I allowed that to happen to her, he knew that too.

"You will marry tomorrow and that is final!" he yelled back at me, "Do not ask me again! And do not bother asking your Mother, she has no power in this!"

He knew that I hated the way he treated my Mother and that only riled me up more. It was more than just hating the way he treated us. We all could have settled with that but the fact that he does the same to our Mother that was why we hated him. Why I hated him!

With more defiance that I had ever had, I managed to lift my head up one more time to look into his eyes. I hated him and he knew that. Looking at me and see this hatred he knocked me onto the floor; a loud crack radiating from where he had hit me. Blood dripped down my chin and went further down to drip onto my white gown, staining it.

I was determined to stop this marriage in any way that I could. I had to. As much as I wanted to leave this place, I didn't want to leave my Mother here alone. Nor did I want to sell off like some animal. It wasn't as if I was a sheep trade with. To father, all women were useless. We were only good for two things: fucking and housework. I begged to differ. I had a brain and a heart as much as the next man.

I stood up and retreated away from the throne in fear of my Father. Mother looked up from where she was standing and gave me a pitiful look. She knew that I was too young to marry. Having only just turned sixteen and wanted to be able to go and explore the world. Yet I knew that would never happen, not with Father selling me off so early. She also knew all too much how it was to be the victim of Father's fists. She knew what it was like to be defenseless and have no choices. She also knew that when married I would be safe from Father.