Lily Evans was seven years old and in great pain. She laid one her bed trying not to move her bruised and battered body. Her abusive mother had thrown her against the wall in one of her fits just a few hours ago. Her mom's recent boyfriend left her and her mom blamed it on her. Her step father, John, had divorced her mother and took her sister with him when he left. No one really knew Lily or Petunia existed because they had been homeschooled. John was very abusive too and it was easier to hide if the girls never went outside. Tonight, Lily had found out Petunia had managed to run away. Lily smiled when she woke up every morning knowing Petunia was much safer than she was with John. He was stronger and even crueler.
Lily knew he was going to come for her when she was older and she would be in horrible danger then. Lily didn't know how she knew but she did. She knew John raped Petunia. She knew that would happen to her if she didn't manage to escape before that time came. Lily thought she still had another couple of years. She was wrong. Her mother had been drinking again and ran into a semi. She died instantly.
John wasted no time and came and got her that day. She tried so hard to hide from him, but he found her. He grabbed her by the shirt collar and dragged her away. "Daddy, please! Don't!" she had cried.
He dragged her to the attic, ignoring her pleads and crying. "Now be a good girl and Daddy is going to be nice," he said as he threw her on the old bed.
Lily struggled but she could not escape. "No. Please stop," she whimpered.
"Stop struggling brat," he said and slapped her. "Now you listen and you listen good. You will do as you are told at all times. You try to run away, I'll kill you and your sister both. I will track you down and get you. Then you will watch as I slowly kill that sister of yours. You breathe a word of this and I'll do the same. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir. I u-understand," she said softly.
Part of Lily died that night as she laid there. She knew that she would have to protect her sister. She had to keep her safe, even if it meant sacrificing her own freedom or life.
Lily learned her rules and when and how to stay out of John's way. She always knew when company would be coming over because John would not hit her in the face or as hard. When there was company she got to sleep in a gorgeous room and eat a good meal. It didn't happen very often though.
Time went on and Lily was growing into a beautiful young woman. John noticed her changes and that she was maturing faster than most girls did. At ten she had started her flow and her body started getting more curves. Her red hair was down to her back and most of it hid her face. She knew after all the abuse she could not be pretty anymore so she never looked in a mirror. She didn't want to know.
The abuse got worse as she got older and he started raping her more and more violently. Lily tried to block it out and go to her own world, but it became harder and harder to do. Lily just wished it would all end soon.
Sorry to everyone who has been waiting for me to update. Things come up and you kind of forget about some things. Well this was one of them. Since it has been three years since I have even looked at this story, I felt if I was to continue I needed to restart. I am a major critic of my own work and thought that this story needed to be changed a little. Sorry for the wait and I hope you like it. If you prefer the way it was let me know and I will see what I can do. I still have the first three chapters saved. Thank you.
