Chapter 1: My Life. My Horrible, Horrible Life

A/N: Yep, this is me with the story of Lily Lacour. Now, this chapter won't include OCs, but the next one will. So, read on, and you'll learn about Lily's innocence.

Hello there. My name is Lily Laura Lacour. Yes, I know, my initials are LLL. I've heard too many jokes about it, and they're not funny. Well, enough about the joking, let me just tell you my whole story so you can understand why you are here.

I was born in London, England to a British woman named Marie Austin and an American man named Todd Lacour. I lived in England for the first two years of my life. Those were the good days before the incident. My family and I moved from England to California in the United States. San Francisco to be precise. That move was my dad's decision. He controlled my mom and forced us to move to California. Me, being innocent at the time, didn't think anything was wrong.

Constantly, in our tiny two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment, my mom and dad fought. I remember this one time when my mom threw an irreplaceable vase on the ground, shattering it.

When I was three, late at night, my mother took me out of my crib, packed up our bags, went to an airport, and moved to Miami, Florida. Little did Mother know that my father followed us all the way to Miami. For three years, everything was fine: we went to the beach and I met some new friends including Dez.

I met my best friend, Dez Worthy when I was in kindergarten. I would usually just sit in the back of Miss Sydney's class, afraid of people who called me the British Girl. One day, this first grader came up to us during Recess and asked me what my name was.

"L-Lily Lacour," I replied shyly in my slight British accent I got from being around my mom too much

"Haha!" he teased. "You're from that big country over there!" He pointed to the east. "And you have a stupid accent!"

"Hey!" I heard a kid yell. It was Dez. "Stupid's not a nice word! And accents are cool. So are kangaroos."

"Oh, what's a little kindergartener going to do to us?" they asked.

"We just might tell the teacher," Dez replied.

"You wouldn't," hr said.

"Oh yes he would!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, okay!" the first grader exclaimed. "I'm sorry for calling you stupid."

"Thank you," I replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to play on the swings!" I walked over to the swings and started swinging. After a few minutes, a certain red haired boy walked up and started swinging.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I replied. "So, you don't think my accent's stupid?"

"No, it's really cool!" he said. "My dad went to that other country, and he showed me some videos, and there some people with accents like yours!"

"Cool!" I said. "What's your name?"

"Desmond Worthy," he replied.

"Wow, that's a lot," I said. "I'm gonna call you Dez."

"But I like my name," he protested.

"But I'm still gonna call you Dez," I said proudly.

"Fine, but nobody's gonna call me that," he said with a smirk. After that, he preferred to be called Dez, and that's what everyone called him.

Ever since that moment when Dez stood up for me, I've had a HUGE crush on him. In kindergarten, I would give him my extra cookie at lunch, and in 2nd and 3rd grade, I would sometimes give him a kiss on the cheek if he did something nice. Just some subtle ways to show that I like him.

Now, here comes the sad part. Remember how I said earlier that my father followed us. Well, one day, when I was six years old, I was playing in the playground. Me, being my curious self, I walked over to the open gate. As I walked there, I felt a pair of hands snatch me and drag me to an alley. I tried to scream, but the man had his hand over my mouth.

When we were in the alley, he said to me, "Now, Princess, let's see how strong you are."

"Who are you?" I asked nervously.

"Are you sure you don't know me, Lily-Flower?" he asked. The only person who called me that was my mom.

"I really don't know you," I said.

"Well, I'm your dear old dad," he said. "Now, I'm going to make up for the time that Marie left me."

He started punching me everywhere. I cried my eyes out, and I tried to scream, but I couldn't. He kept punching me one after the other. The only time he would stop was when he would ask me if I wanted to give up. I didn't say anything, but he kept punching me.

About an hour later, he stopped. "Now, Princess," he said, taking out a knife. "If you tell Marie that I did this to you, you'll get what's coming to you, mmkay. You tell her that you fell down in a playground, mmkay. If you don't, I will personally see that you will die. Now, go home." He pushed me out of the alley, tears streaming down my face.

I walked the way to school to grab my bag. Miss Sydney asked me where I was for the rest of the day, and I said that I saw the open gate, and I walked out of school. She then questioned me about my bruises. I looked down and saw that there were some all on my arms and my legs. All of them were a bright purple.

"I-I tripped over a crack, and I fell on gravel," I said. "Then, I couldn't stand up, so the rocks kept going in my legs."

"Okay, well, tell your mom that you need to put some medicine on that," she said.

"I will, bye!" I said, and I walked out the door.

When I was on the bus, I sat in the back, hiding, making sure nobody looked at me. Dez sat down next to me as usual.

"Woah, what happened to you?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said.

"I know something's up," he said. "I can see tear tracks on your face."

I looked out the bus window, and I saw my father in a trench coat glaring at me.

"I said it was nothing, now leave me be!" I exclaimed, and I moved to the other seat.

When I got home, Mom asked me what happened. I told her, like my father said, that I fell down in the playground. She got the medicine and started cleaning me up.

Every day for a month, my father, or Todd, as I call him because he's not my father to me at least, would beat me up. This was before I ever told anybody. After that first month, I came back to school, as usual with bruises, and Dez saw me enter school.

"Lily, I know something's up," he said. "After lunch, you disappear for an hour, then come back covered in new bruises and crying your eyes out. Please tell me. I'll give you a cookie if you do."

"I'll tell you on the bus," I said in a soft voice.

On the bus, I looked out the window, and I saw that Todd wasn't there. When Dez got on, he asked, "Now, what's been going on?"

I took a deep breath, and I said in a low voice, "For about a month now, Todd has been taking me from school and beating me up."

"Who's Todd?" Dez asked.

"M-my father," I said.

"Why would your father beat you up?" he asked, surprised.

"He said that because me and Mom left him that he was going to take his anger out on me," I said. "Now, you can't tell anyone. Todd said that if I tell anyone, he was going to kill me. You have to promise that you'll keep my secret."

"I promise," he said, and we hugged.

For about 2 more months, I didn't tell anyone about it, but I finally gave in. One day, I came home completely covered in bruises. Mom questioned me about it, and I couldn't tell her a lie anymore. I broke down crying and told her everything. After that, she called the police on Todd, and they arrested him.

Mom took me to a hospital where they treated me for a broken wrist and my bruises. My whole class made me a card that said for me to get better soon. The signature that took up one whole side of the card was Dez's. He even visited me in the hospital. He was so sweet.

Dez and I were inseparable until the second grade, when we met the arrogant Austin Moon. In second grade, he was new, so our teacher told us to pair up with the new kids. Dez got paired up with Austin, and they immediately became friends, making me a third wheel. They would always hang out in the playground, leaving me to be playing by myself. After school, they would hang out, making me just stay at home, watching TV. Sometimes I would ask Dez if he wanted to hang out, but he would always say that he had plans with Austin. Sometimes, I would go home and cry because I thought he didn't care about me.

Towards the end of second grade, I said to him that I was tired of feeling like a third wheel, and that he needed to pay more attention to me because I was fragile after the incident. He immediately started paying more attention to me, and Austin, him, and I were friends. Well, I didn't really like Austin because of his arrogance and him stealing my best friend, but we got along okay.

The next year, in third grade, was when Ally Dawson and Trish Rodriguez were transferred to our school. Ally, Trish, and I were in one class while Austin and Dez were in another. Since I had no friends in that class, and because we had every class with our class, I decided to make friends with Ally and Trish. We all bonded quickly, and they became my best girl friends. I even told them about my crush on Dez. That's how close we were.

Now, in sophomore year in Miami High, Dez, Trish, Ally, Austin, and I are the best of friends. We even have a nickname: Team Austin. Well, we only decided on that because Austin became famous, and we all worked with the production of his famousness. Austin is, of course, the star, Ally is the songwriter, Trish is the manager, Dez is the director, and I am the designer meaning I design everything. I design what clothes Austin would wear for the music video, I design what the sets should look like, etc.

Now, that you know about my backstory, let's get on to the story, shall we?

A/N: Now, I think I made Dez a little OOC in here, but eh, who cares, he's young then. I'll try to make him as IC as possible next chapter.

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~WATT