lies//ethan dolan

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authors note at the end. erm, there's a rant. you don't have to read it if you want. also, i didn't really know what to write for the London trip so I decided to skip it to the wedding. There will be drama and maybe some romance coming soon.

trigger warnings

-1 week later-

-lily-

My mum wanted the wedding as soon as possible and that's what she got. She's getting married to William. Let's just say the week has been... eventful. My dad kept beating and hitting me when I didn't listen and no one was there. I learned the twins had been in London once before for a tour?

It's about 2 hours till the wedding and my mum is freaking out.

"Mum, chill out you've married him before." I groan out loud watching her pace around. I look around and sign looking at the 2 boys. Just sitting there on their phones. 

I sneak away from my mum and walk to the boys. 

"Hey, sorry bout that." I sigh. They look up and smile.

"It's fine."

"Let's go somewhere." I say grabbing their hands pulling them upwards.

"The wedding?" Ethan says nervously.

"I don't support it, why would I go?" I roll my eyes dragging them outside.

"Where are you going, Lily!?" I heard my dad yell.

"Out." I walk faster with Grayson and Ethan.

-

We walk around for a bit until I hear Grayson.

"What are we doing?"

"Meeting my brother." I do a small smile looking at the ground.

"We'll, I'm excited." I can literally hear Ethan and Grayson grinning.

We make it to the cemetery and I feel Ethan and Grayson tense up.

"Here we are. The cemet'ry."

"H-he. Died?"

I ignore them and head to his tombstone. I mumbled the directions and make it to his tombstone.

"He killed himself." I started. "He was 15. Making me 14. I gave him his present that morning. The jersey that's hanging on his wall, I bought the same one after he passed. Anyway, I got home from school to find a note. It was a note to me. We never found a suicide note.

The next 2 years were hell. My father being a druggie and drunkie. He beat my mum and I. He would always blame me for what Jacob did. 'If you weren't so selfish by going to your school that morning he would still be alive!' he always said. It's true, but Jacob would still be unhappy.

Throughout those 2 years the beating for worse I ended up in the hospital more than I could count. Either passing out, loosing blood, stab wounds, and any other way you can think of. It just kept getting worse and worse."

I sigh looking at the grave infront of me. I look and see a little Lily flower carved on the grave and start to tear up.

"My mum. My mum was to afraid to say anything. Until a year ago. William was about to kill me. This was when I got these scars." I bring my hand to my neck and my eyebrow. What I didn't notice was the most recent ones William did yesterday.

"W-what are those?" I look up to see the 2 with tears in their eyes looking at the new bruises.

"William."

"When did he do them?" Ethan asks hesitantly

"Yesterday. Which is why most of this week I couldn't hang out. I can't argue with him. I'm already gonna get a beating for leaving to here."

"We are going to the police. He can't marry your mother."

"We can't! He'll come back!"

"We'll protect you. We care about you." Ethan said. Then below a whisper he said, "I care about you."

I give you. "Fine"

Okay so, yes. I'm back (: this break helped me I guess. I still have thoughts and things but I'm a week clean!

Here is my rant, (It's really dumb yall can skip it)

I was born in Florida and raised in Washington, I've never been out of the country to other places. I've always wanted to but never have. I am Scottish/British(?) and some other things but I forgot, but anyway, I've watched so much videos and movies and stuff when they have accents. Ever since I was little. I have a tiny accent i guess, some words I say differently -like a British accent.-  Its also natural to write/spell things like colour, favourite, neighbourhood, and things like that. My teachers never corrected my spelling for it. So it stuck to my and such. I even say 'mum' instead of mom. I SPELL it mum. 

People always say "Oh, stop acting like you're British/have an accent" LIKE BIIITCH 

I love Europe. Always have. Always will. I've always wanted to visit London, Oxford, Belfast, Liverpool, Cambridge, Bristol, Cotswold, and such in the UK. It's such a beautiful place.

But people always 'make fun(?)' of me I guess for talking like that. I'm sorry? But I can't help it. 

Yeah, that was it. Sorry If I offended anyone with the rant or things. : /

xoxo Lace