My Scarred And Bruised Angel

Chapter 1-Runner for freedom

No one's p.o.v.

Date December 11th

Time 5:30 p.m.

(???): "You worthless piece of shit!"

A man yells as he throws a half drunk beer bottle across the room. The bottle smashing against the wall next to the head of a small girl who quickly dodges it. The small girl runs over to the corner of the couch.

(???): "I-I'm sorry papa...."

A small girl cowers beside the couch trying to make herself small as possible in fear of her drunk father. She fears this person that she use to call her father, but all she see is a monster.

Father: "I wish you died instead of Elaine and you better remember this.... You fucking brat is the one killed her. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAUSED HER DEATH, LILIA!"

He says as he approaches the girl who is trembling in her father's shadow.

Lilia: "Papa please calm down...ah!"

Lilia father had picked her up by the neck slamming her into the the pile of glass. Making the shards sink into her already scared and mangled skin on her back. She winces as the sharp glass shards sink even deeper into her back as her father pushes harder down on the floor. Tears streamed down her face as Lilia whimpers as her abusive father continue to push her back into the pile of glass shards. Smiling with a sadistic grin, he then began to puncher until he tired out and gets off of her. He leave her to go into his room where Lilia father falls asleep. Leaving lilia to clean the mess he made as well as to tend to her wounds. Making her way up the stairs slowly, Lilia made her way to the bathroom. Once there she started by removing her ripped and bloody shirt over head. Sitting it to the side, Lilia then began the painful process of removing all of the glass shards from her back that she could reach. Lilia eventually passed out after enduring the pain of removing all the glass she could.

Time skip

When she woke up, Lilia ran down the hallway to see her father still asleep. Walking down stairs he cleaned up the rest of her father's mess. Taking in a deep ragged breath she finally decided that she had enough, but before leaving she she walked back up stairs, and went up to the entrance of her father's bedroom. Whispering softly with a hint of sorrow in her voice, Lilia said her goodbyes.

Lilia: "Sorry Papa, but I-I can't go on like this anymore... It's time for me to go... So goodbye... "

Making her way down to the small bedroom she once loved room so much, but now Lilia hated the blue and white room. For you see many of her beatings happened there. as Lilia quickly grabbing the few things she need which was a messenger backpack, a toothbrush, a very large overcoat that would keep her warm at night, pain medicine for her back, a pocket knife, her mother's favorite ring and her mother's locket with a picture of them when they went to the Christmas light show three years ago. Oh, how I miss those days of happiness, she thought as she put the locket in her backpack. Slipping on her coat she made her way down stairs to the kitchen. Grabbing the loaf of bread, crackers, an apple, cheese, and lastly some dried meat and three bottles of water. After gathering her things she need she walked towards the front door. Taking one last look she opened the door and closed the door quietly not wanting to wake her father and began run away from the hell she knew for eight painfully long years.

The first two nights were rough for little Lillia because of the frigid snow and ice that she slept in. But by the third night she began to panic because she walked by a TV in a shop window that was showing the news which shown a photo of her.

Lilia's P.o.v.

You see my name is Lilia Silvans. My mother, Elaine, was diagnosed with a disease that was incurable. On the day after my tenth birthday, she passed away in her sleep peacefully. My father, Ray, was a police officer, but soon as after mother died. He started to drink so much that he would come home drunk after work. Until one day he was caught with a DUI, and was fired for not keep up with the standards of a police officer. After that he would spend money on alcohol that came from his retirement funds. As well as the money mom had saved for me which was for college. It wasn't until three years ago that he would come home, and beat me until either I was out cold or he would pass out.  I would have to clean up any mess he would have made and make money any way I could. I wasn't allowed to go to school, so I would self teach myself everything. So if I ever needed to leave I wouldn't have to go ignorant to everything around me.