What I Want

3 Part 1

After getting dropped off at my house by Evan, I run into the front room.

And let's just say, I was not expecting to see what I just saw.

My mother.

And my father.

Yes, my father, who has abused me and me mother all my life.

Kissing.

They are against the wall, kissing.

I let out the loudest ear piercing scream I ever have, and run out of the house before the can even look at me.

What is my mother thinking?
My dad abused us for 15 years.
How could she put us in danger? Put me in danger?

Plus, what happened to her boyfriend?

I can't think about this now as I run, sobbing, down the street, not really know where I'm going.

I stop when I reach an alleyway and sit down on the gravel, playing my head in my knees.

I hear the crunching of the gravel, but ignore it. I can't be bothered looking up right now.

"Lil?" I hear a familiar voice.

I look up to see Evan stood with a cigarette in between his fingers smirking, but it wipes when he sees my face.

"What's wrong?" He tilts his head, his tone laced with concern.

"N-nothing." I mumble.

He shakes his head, dropping his cigarette and sitting down next to me.

We're filled with silence before he speaks.

"You can tell me, you know."

I sniff but stay still.

"What the fuck is that?"

I look at him and see him reaching to grab my wrist but I pull away, yanking my sleeve down.

"Uh nothing." I mumble, looking away.

"Lilly." He warns.

Wow, that's the first time he's said my full name.

"Yes?" I ask casually.

"Tell me. Now."

"They're nothing, just-"

"I know I'm a 'bad boy' but I can be trustworthy too you know?" He sighs.

Should I tell him? What if he tells everyone?

"I won't tell anyone" He senses my thoughts.

I sigh, pulling my sleeve up.

"Since I was as born my dad has been abusing me."
I pause when he sucks in a sharp breath, but then continue.

"He would come home drunk, throw things at me, hit me. He would even do it to me mum.

"One day, he was drunk and mum was out. He got a knife and-"

He reaches over and grabs my hand giving me a genuine smile, no not a smirk, and smile.

"Thanks" I continue.
"So he got the knife and he sliced it across my stomach. He went out and I was left in the kitchen, bleeding on the floor.

I've never showed anyone my scars before any of them. But for some reason, I feel like I trust Evan.

I stand up and pull my top over my head, leaving me in my shorts and bra.

He sucks in a deep breath as he stands up, eying the scar passing from just under my bra to just above my shorts.

He looks into my eyes as I continue.

"Today I walked into the house and he was there. Kissing my mum. He's back. What if he hurts me? What if he-"

Evan silences me by getting on his knees and kissing down my scar. The gesture warms my heart, but confuses me.

"Evan what ar-"

He shushes me and stands up, grabbing my hands.

"What about the ones on your wrist?"

"Right. Well I became very depressed, especially after he left. Because my mum, she went crazy. Getting different boyfriends and never been at home. I had an eating disorder. My mum didn't care though, she was mad. Apparently it was my fault. I had to recover myself."

"I started cutting when I was almost 14. I stopped about 5 months ago. But now my dad is back and I-"

"Shhh" He grabs my wrist and kisses all 14 scars, then looks me in my eyes.

"Never, ever do this again. Promise me?"

"I-"

"Promise." He pushes.

"I, I promise." I sigh. "Why do you even care?"

"I, uh. It's just, no one deserves to suffer like this." He shakes his head.

"Come on." He hands me my top and leads me to his black car.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"My place."

"What? Why?" I question.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you go home?"

"Uh I guess n-"

"Get in" He opens my door and waits for me to get in.

He's holding the door open for me?

Wow. This is a first. I hope he dosent pitty me.

"Thank you." I mumble, climbing in.

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That's all on this update I'm tired lol

I'll continue in a while❤️❤️❤️

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