Lilly Truscott sat in her chair waiting for the plane to land. She was so excited about coming back to Malibu to see all her friends, especially the Stewarts, ahh…the Stewarts, she missed them so much.
She never wanted to go. It was more force than choice why she ever left. Her dad and mom separated and she couldn't stand to stay with her mom and Victor…ugh the sound of his voice brought chills to her spine.
The day she met Victor she knew he wasn't good. He had a ugly hairdo (he was almost balding) and he seemed to sweat everywhere, even places you never really thought sweated. But her mother didn't care, it was love.
The day her mom trusted Victor, a day Lilly would never forget. He marched into her room and forced his way with her.
Lilly was 14, she was going through puberty, she was dealing with hormones and boys, she was venerable. She was young. Did Victor care? No, he did not.
The Day she told her mom. Her mom didn't care, she didn't listen. "Victor is good honey, I know you miss your dad, but these horrible lies need to stop." and her mom shunned her away.
The day Lilly called up her dad. She was crying her eyes out and he barely understood her. "What is up Lillian?" asked her dad. "R…r..r..r…rape." was all she could bare. After a law suite and her moving out to live with her dad, she was free.
She moved away. From Malibu and her friends to cold, brisk Connecticut. She didn't fit at first and she didn't really care she was far away from Victor.
Far away, until her dad got a promotion back in Malibu. He dad convinced her Victor was in jail and she will be ok. It took him a while but he did. And when it did, it all clicked to Lilly, she would see all she missed.
Slowly she forgot about the past and came on with the future, She was seeing her friends again!
Hope you liked the first chapter! Yeah I know it isn't that good but it is just the start. I will probably post more tomorrow or the next day. That is when we will get more into the essence of the story itself!