Lil' Lilly

{Chapter 7}

I wake up in jakes arms and too his light snoring and already feel at home. I slither away from his grasp and his eyes flutter open.

"Good morning beautiful." He says with a warm grin.

My stomach instantly fills with butterflies swarming around making me turn a bright crimson.

"Morning." I laugh while I crawl out of bed and look at the clock on the nightstand that reads:

10:47 am

"SHIT!" I yell as I grab my jacket and head to his window before crawling out and letting a quick goodbye slip from my lips while jumping to the ground.

I curse at my self for wearing flats while my heels ache in pain. I dash across the street to my house where I know my mother will be pissed so bad at me that she won't have any piss left.

Thank god we have a one story house or I would be crapped if it was two stories.

I open my window and quickly change into real pjs that my mom actually has seen me wear.

I crawl in bed and turn out the lights as my door flys open and an angry mum appears in the doorway of my room. Mad. Ears fuming. And head about to fly across the room.

"LILY GRACE WALLFLOWER WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!!"

oh shit. oh shit. oh shit. I'm dead.

"Well umm I went to Josh's last night and it got-"

"YOU WHAT?!"

"I went to Josh's.."

"And you did this without my permission??!"

"Well umm yes mum and I'm really really sorry I won't do it again."

"Lily I'm sorry but when there is disobedience in my house there are consequences."

oh joy.

"You will be grounded for two weeks from your phone, and cannot see josh until then."

"BUT MOM THATS UNF-"

"But that's final."

And she slams the door shut on the way out.

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As I turn the corner from my long exhausting walk I sit down on the curb and think.

I wonder what josh is thinking, right now.

Is he thinking about me? Lily stop you need to get home before your mother gets worried more and you get grounded for a shit load of more time.

I walk up my drive way and hear clatter but I figure it's just my mom so I continue up the steps and inside.

"Mom I'm home!"

"Mommmmm im-" I freeze and I don't move. My eyes tear up faster than my mind can take in what is right in front of me.

My mother is naked, on the floor with cuts, deep black and purple bruise all up her hips and stomach. Her eyes clenched shuts and tears pour from them.

I do the first thing that comes to mind is to grab a blanket to put over her body and I drop down to my knees.

"I'm so sorry mom, im so sorry." I whimper and tears fly down my cheeks and into my lap.

"Who did this too you mom?"

She holds up a shaky finger and point to the top of the stairs. I turn my head and my whole body breaks. Everything is just frozen.

What I see is my father.

A cigar lawlessly draping out of his mouth and his torn jeans at his ankles.

I direct my eyes to his face which holds a devious look that makes every hair on my body rise.

And there laying by his feet in a bag of shit. Our shit. That he picks up before smacking his gums and heads down the hallway and out the window. My window. That he has now escaped not once. But twice out of.