The Tears I Have Not Shed

The Tears I Have Not Shed Chapter 2

Hey guys its me Lily Blake and I just wanted to say thank you to all of you that are reading my stories and that I love each and every one of you. Please vote and fan and comment because it makes me happy to know what you guys think. Also I have a few more chapters of this story written then i have writers block so suggestions would be appreacated.

Thanks so much

Lily Blake

~Chapter 2~

I woke up the next morning with my eyes all crusty yawning to death. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened yesterday. It was still so clear, that stupid lime green car and that stupid lightning bolt on the side. That man with raven black hair and that stupid stubble on his face. Why men think that is attractive I do not know. I thought to myself.

My mom finally approached me for the first time since that man disappeared. She looked exhausted and had slept in the corner of her eyes. Her face was red, and she had circles under her eyes.

"Morning Lily," I chirped trying to start a conversation.

"Morning Brooke," she replied.

"You look tired how. Did you sleep?"

"Not so while, barely at all,"

"I'm sorry Mom,"

All of a sudden a bucket load of thoughts came through my head. Why was Rick there? I thought we were done years ago. Why did he come back? What does he want from me? Didn't I give him enough already? He promised that he would leave if I gave him that money. What happens now will he take Brooke like he threatened to take me. I will not allow this.

"Mom how do you know that guy from yesterday?" I asked.

"It's a long story, Brooke; I don't really want to talk about it!" she yelled, going out of the room again trying to protect her thoughts. I heard things being banged in the room next door that was my mom's.

This didn't happen often, but when it did it lasted for a couple hours. I kept thinking about those thoughts that I heard. Take Brooke like he threatened to take me. Why would anyone threaten to take Lily? I thought to myself.

I couldn't stand to see Lily like this; I always thought she was lucky. No one ever bothered her; that I knew of. I always wanted to be just like her, take on responsibilities like she did. But in reality she was just like me; lost in a place that she had no clue where to go. Even though we seemed happy, there were always tears that we didn't shed; that we held back so no one else could feel the pain we did.

We felt bad talking about ourselves, and never liked to say anything to hurt anyone else. Though we did sometimes, I know that I always felt guilty for weeks after. I always felt older then my age and most of the time felt like there were eyes burning through my back watching my every move, but no one was ever there.

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I decided to go check on my mom, it had been about two hours, and I had didn't care if she was going to rip my head off in process of banging everything around her room. Her room was a red theme it had red curtains, a red rug with a matching red comforter and pillows.

"Lily," I whispered as I cracked the door open, looking in I saw her lying on her bed still crying. I sat next to her stroking her hair to soothe her.

"Brooke what are you doing?" she asked.

"No one should be alone when crying, so I decided to come and sit with you."

"I know, but I can't help it it's they way I am, and if I don't recall you are the same way too." She stated her case as I smiled.

"Mom, I know I am that way too, and I understand, but sometimes you just have to let people in. So tell me what's wrong."