Every small town had that one family.
That one family parents huddled their kids away from when they passed by, whispering under their breath.
Here, that family was the Griffins.
An ancient family too rich, mysterious and isolated for their own go...
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Lilith's Perspective
Damn it. I whimpered as I touched the tender bruise on my face which had been slapped another two times. My reflection looked poor and broken. My lips were chapped and eyes sleepless. At least my hair cloaked my bruise.
I stood alone in the girls bathroom dabbing the clawed marks on my face from the slaps that drew blood. Tears wouldn't come as I stood here. I'd already drained my crying tank dry over the past week.
Be strong Lilith I thought encouragingly. As if my day could get any worse.
The sun had started to fade into the clouds who forced her behind them. Those stupid grey clouds demanding dominance. Suppressing her from shining for no reason but to seem better for themselves. Didn't they realise what they were doing? Didn't they care? Obviously not.
Echoes of girls muffled voices came from the entry.
''Perfect," I grunted. Hauling on my backpack, I brushed past them before they saw me.
Where was Evelyn? No. I couldn't let her see me like this.
The merciless wind pierced in stronger waves now. My body shivered in response. There was only one place on campus that would be warm enough, hidden and comfortable. The one place I felt safe at school. My spot on the third floor of the library that nobody else went to. Right near the classics and around a bend that looks so lonesome, even the librarians avoided it.
I skulked straight to the elevator, keen to escape reality in the binds of a book. Crap the door was closing. I rushed to the doors and kicked my leg in instinctively just before the door shut. For a second there I thought it would crush me.
Sighing gratefully I hopped in.
I met the near ebony eyes from earlier this morning.
Oh no.
Immediately my heart rate started to escalate and my anxiety pumped.
Quickly letting my hair fall over my face I chewed at my fingertips. The clear coat was chipping to look like the outlines of countries. My pinky look like it had New Zealand on it. Middle finger looked like USA...or Kenya?
Really Lilith? This is how you distract yourself?
Ding! The elevator door closed succumbing us to awkward silence.
Did he have to keep glancing over? As if it wasn't awkward enough. Is it me or is this elevator taking forever? Had we even moved yet?
