Summary: When Lily asks the wrong guy to the dance, she cuts herself off
from the world - Travis, RFR, school, everything. Can Ray bring her back?
A/N: Okay, several things you need to understand before you go on. As I see it, Lily and Travis are best friends. The he has a name in my mind, but we don't find it out yet. It's currently not someone from canon, but that may change. ~these~ mean flashbacks. Okay.yeah. Just read.
Lily couldn't see. Everything was blurry. Her eyes stung, and she knew her nose must be red and her makeup must be streaked across her face. She held her shirt closed and wished it still had the buttons. God, she was so stupid.
~"Will you, um, that is, well.will you go to the dance with me?"~
Of course, he had accepted - Lily was, after all, a beautiful girl, even if a few failed relationships had dealt her self-esteem a blow. He was a grade above Lily, but that was okay, he was sweet, and sensitive, and kinda cute. Lily turned onto her street, tripped over a rock she hadn't seen, and stumbled to the ground. She curled into a fetal position, lacking the strength to get up, and cried.
~"Stop! No, let go of me!"
He didn't listen, and pinned her a little more firmly against the wall, ripping her shirt open. She tried to grab her cell phone out of her pocket without him seeing, but she fumbled and it shattered on the ground. ~
Hands were on her, hands she didn't want to trust - he's back, he's going to rape me, help me - but she wasn't strong enough to fight. The lightest of touches reminded her of his hands, rough and groping and painful.
"Shhh, Lily it's okay, you're safe. You're safe now Lily, no one's hurting you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Lily recognized the voice and associated it with a face and emotions, but no name. She couldn't think who this was, but she could think that they were trusted, and she let the hands guide her up off the ground and down the street.
~Lily brought a knee up into his groin, and he doubled over with an abbreviated groan. She zipped up her jeans, grabbed as much of her phone as she could find, and pelted away as fast as she could. She jammed the phone bits into her pocket for temporary safekeeping and pulled her shirt closed, the tears already stinging her eyes. ~
"Lily, we were starting to worry - Lily? Oh my god, Lily! Ray, what happened?"
"I don't know, Mrs. Randall," said Ray, handing Lily over to the concerned woman in the doorway. "I just found her curled up on the sidewalk, crying."
Lily made a gesture towards Ray, as though making a weak grab for something she barely knew was there. "It looks like she wants you, Ray. Do you want to come in for a few minutes?"
"No, that's okay, Mrs. Randall, I better be getting home. My dad's probably worried."
"Okay, well, thank you so much for getting her home. Good night, Ray."
"Good night, Mrs. Randall."
Ray walked home with a heavy heart.
A/N: Okay, several things you need to understand before you go on. As I see it, Lily and Travis are best friends. The he has a name in my mind, but we don't find it out yet. It's currently not someone from canon, but that may change. ~these~ mean flashbacks. Okay.yeah. Just read.
Lily couldn't see. Everything was blurry. Her eyes stung, and she knew her nose must be red and her makeup must be streaked across her face. She held her shirt closed and wished it still had the buttons. God, she was so stupid.
~"Will you, um, that is, well.will you go to the dance with me?"~
Of course, he had accepted - Lily was, after all, a beautiful girl, even if a few failed relationships had dealt her self-esteem a blow. He was a grade above Lily, but that was okay, he was sweet, and sensitive, and kinda cute. Lily turned onto her street, tripped over a rock she hadn't seen, and stumbled to the ground. She curled into a fetal position, lacking the strength to get up, and cried.
~"Stop! No, let go of me!"
He didn't listen, and pinned her a little more firmly against the wall, ripping her shirt open. She tried to grab her cell phone out of her pocket without him seeing, but she fumbled and it shattered on the ground. ~
Hands were on her, hands she didn't want to trust - he's back, he's going to rape me, help me - but she wasn't strong enough to fight. The lightest of touches reminded her of his hands, rough and groping and painful.
"Shhh, Lily it's okay, you're safe. You're safe now Lily, no one's hurting you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Lily recognized the voice and associated it with a face and emotions, but no name. She couldn't think who this was, but she could think that they were trusted, and she let the hands guide her up off the ground and down the street.
~Lily brought a knee up into his groin, and he doubled over with an abbreviated groan. She zipped up her jeans, grabbed as much of her phone as she could find, and pelted away as fast as she could. She jammed the phone bits into her pocket for temporary safekeeping and pulled her shirt closed, the tears already stinging her eyes. ~
"Lily, we were starting to worry - Lily? Oh my god, Lily! Ray, what happened?"
"I don't know, Mrs. Randall," said Ray, handing Lily over to the concerned woman in the doorway. "I just found her curled up on the sidewalk, crying."
Lily made a gesture towards Ray, as though making a weak grab for something she barely knew was there. "It looks like she wants you, Ray. Do you want to come in for a few minutes?"
"No, that's okay, Mrs. Randall, I better be getting home. My dad's probably worried."
"Okay, well, thank you so much for getting her home. Good night, Ray."
"Good night, Mrs. Randall."
Ray walked home with a heavy heart.