A/N there will be mature themes in this chapter, possible trigger warnings so anyone who doesn't want to read this just move on to the next chapter (if it's out) I hope you enjoy! Also thank you so much for 2K READS OMG!!! Amazing amazing amazing...!!! Above is Liz and her brother Sam!!!! (Yes I know they are both from fear the walking dead but I love them both!!!)
Elizabeth Baker's POV:
All secrets come out eventually. Now I was about to reveal mine to the one person I never thought would know, I've never even told Charlie...
"What happened to you Liz?" He asks, concern flooding his eyes. I breathe in deeply as I dive into my story and explain.
"When I was eight years old, my mum just got a job as a women's prisons security guard, she worked the night shift. My dad stayed at home and looked after us. My brother was 16 at the time. My dad, he wasn't exactly the nicest of people to begin with anyway, he would lose his temper very easily. Very easily. And he usually would hit my brother, really hit my brother. My dad would only do this when my mum wasn't there, she'd leave at 5pm and come back at 5am. Every night for the weekdays." I begin trembling.
"Jesus Christ..." Zach looks at me as I try and hold it together.
"One night, it was a Friday night. My dad was at home and had given us dinner. My mum had left an hour before hand. And my brother had gone out to a friends, he did that a lot once my dad started hitting him. He went away a lot and I sometimes wouldn't see him for days. But this one Friday when me and my father were alone, I'm eight years old and he asks if I want to play a game. Being the child I am I agree. Of course. I remember it as vividly as if it were yesterday, he picked me up and ran with me upstairs, we ran into his room and he throws me on the bed. I was exploding in giggles." I take a deep breathe, I'm not sure if I can do this. If I can relive this out loud...
"I was laughing and laughing, and I didn't stop. My father says 'why don't we pretend to be animals!' And I scream in excitement as he pounded his chest like an ape. He then ripped his shirt off, his trousers and pulls the duvet over us, baring in mind I still think this is a game. I really do. Then he says 'come on take off your top, animals don't wear clothes, come on its a fun game.' He says as we are in the dark under the covers. I'm a bit adamant at first, until he coaxed me around with more giggles. I'm the end I'm sat there completely naked and he is in his boxers, we are under the duvet in his room and he starts to take off his boxers. At that point I realised something was wrong. Something wasn't right, but I didn't know what. I tried to get away, I was trying to crawl out but he grabs me and pins me under the covers. He pinned me to the bed as he lies on top of me. An eight year old girl and he begins to rape me. I remember trying to scream and cry but he shoved a pillow over my mouth as he put me through excruciating pain." I loose a breathe I didn't know I was holding, I'm shaking and tears are stinging at my eyes. I see Zach's eyes mixing with sadness, anger and sympathy. And I continue my story.
"That was the first time it happened. Then it didn't happen for a while. But it got to the point that he was hitting me as well as my brother, my brother couldn't do anything to stop it. As much as he tried, my father just threatened him with me. The same went for me, so we just slept in the same room or as close to each other as we could go try and stay safe. But in those times when he couldn't stay in the same room as me it was terrifying. And then the whole ordeal happened again, a Friday night and my mum had left. My brother gone. Just me and him. I tried running this time but I was too slow, he grabbed my arms and threw me up the stairs. He raped me again. And after that time he did it when my brother was here, but just hit him so hard that he was knocked out for the duration of it. This carried on for 3 years. Until I was 11. It was my 11th birthday, I had fallen asleep. But he came and woke me up. I was used to the routine by this point. I was scared a lot of the time in my house, I didn't know if my brother was home or not, he was just turning 19 so he was out drinking a lot. He was completely unaware of what was happening at home..." I can barely breathe, there's just silence in the room. My hands have snaked their way into Zach's firm grasp. He's holding them and squeezing them. I know I'm going to be okay, I know it won't happen again. But I can't get over this...
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The Bad Boy and the British Girl
Genç KurguElizabeth Baker is the British girl in an American High School, never had a boyfriend and really doesn't plan on it. She focuses on her grades and doesn't give the time of day to boys. Zach Graye is the new bad boy in town, ladies man and all around...