This is our very first joint fic!! Some of you may know us as Rosethorn83
a.k.a. Holly and Potter25 a.k.a. Emma. So be kind and Review! We want to
know what you think especially if it's good!
We would like to say first that we own nothing, so don't sue us because you'd be wasting your time since we have no money!
READ AND REVIEW!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~PROLOUGE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lily's eyes flew open. She was breathing hard, gasping for breath. His voice was taunting her, teasing her, even in her sleep she couldn't escape him.
She reached a hand to her sweating face, and pushed an errant curl out of her eyes that were blurred by tears that threatened to spill over.
She sat up shakily, and rubbed her now blood shot eyes.
Outside it was raining ferociously. Large fat raindrops pounded loudly into the roof, and windows, leaving water patterns lying across her carpeted floor. Her room was dark, the only light coming from the dim light given off by the moon. It was also silent, eerily quite, even considering the howling wind, rain, and occasional cracks of thunder. It frightened her, more than anything else did. She knew how HE worked.
A flash of brilliant blue lightening lit up her room followed by a loud crack of thunder. Lily jumped slightly, and glanced nervously to the doorway.
The rain began to pick up intensity, as the doorknob began to jiggle. Her eyes widened in terror, and her heart rate sped up to unimaginable levels. She felt herself back up, the cold wall met with her back; she soon found that she couldn't back up anymore.
The door slowly crept open finally. It creaked, and moaned, as the person on the other side, pushed the door open quietly.
Lily shut her eyes tightly; a tear fell over her eyelashes, and cascaded down her cheeks. 'Why can't he just leave her alone?'
The door was finally open, and a tall silhouette of a man stood rigidly in the doorway.
"Why Lillian? What are you doing still awake?" he asked a smirk evident in his oily voice, "waiting for me?"
Lily remained silent, cowering against the wall.
"I was just coming to wake you up," he stepped into the dark room, shutting the door silently behind him. "I was just coming to get what you'd promised."
"I didn't promise you anything," she said weakly, not looking up at him.
The rain out side was merciless. Not an advantage.
He smirked, "oh I think you did. Not in so many words but. I know you want me, who wouldn't."
"I don't want you," she contradicted, and immediately grimaced at what she'd said.
"What? What did you say?" he growled, stepping closer.
"I was merely saying that you have a girlfriend, and I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone."
He stepped above her, and glared down at her. He roughly grabbed her wrist, and twisted it around.
She gasped in pain, closing her eyes; tears were falling over her closed lids and sliding down her pale cheeks. She tried to forget where she was, and what she was doing there.
He pushed his face close to hers, and roughly stood her up, not letting go of her surely broken wrist.
"I won't leave you alone, you filthy little slut," he growled, "You think you're better then me? Let me give you a chance to prove you wrong."
"Vernon! Let me go! Please!" her voice was shrill and full of pain. Lightening flashed in the room again, as Vernon threw her wrist back in her face, and pushed her roughly to the floor, where her head connected with the wooden paneling. She lay there sprawled out on the floor, her thin cotton nightgown pooled around her hips. She choked a sob as she tried to lift herself off of her injured wrist.
"I'm not one for not getting what I want, and since you're being difficult, I'll just take it shall I?"
Lily looked up in confusion, and immediately wished she hadn't. Vernon had taken off the belt he was wearing around his waist, and in a hurried effort, when she was caught off guard he wrapped it around Lily's mouth, effectively shutting her up.
She struggled, biting into the hard leather, but it was too hard, and he had tied it too tight. Tears coursed down her cheeks, as she tried not to bite her tongue off in fright. She tried frantically to scramble to her feet, but Vernon's large build smacked her back down to the ground.
He knelt down besides her, and grasped a handful of her vibrant red hair in his hands, and yanking it up, he brought his head close to hers.
"If you ever." he slammed her head roughly into the ground, "mention this to anyone," he slammed again, "I will kill you, and who ever you tell." And with one final blow to her head she was out cold.
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Lily woke up, the next morning, sore beyond any comprehension. Her head was pounding, and there was sharp ache between her legs. She lifted her head, and found her cheek smashed rather inharmoniously on the hard wood floor of her room. Her thin cotton nightgown was bunched up around her waist, and she immediately felt her eyes prick with unshed tears.
'What had he done to her!' her mind shrieked. She couldn't remember much, she remembered him coming into the room, the storm, the verbal exchange. And..Oh My God! She remembered now! Him beating her head into the ground, him telling her not to tell anyone, or he'll kill her, him...raping..her. She involuntarily shivered, and sat up shakily. Tears fell unchecked down her cheeks. 'Noooooo.'
"Lily!" a voice shouted from downstairs, "breakfast!"
Her tears continued to fall, as she shakily stood up. She wobbled precariously toward her bathroom door. Not caring that she'd forgotten to take her bathrobe with her.
She closed herself in the bathroom, and locked the door tightly. She leaned back against the hard wood door, and took a deep shaky breath.
'She was so dirty, so dirty. She felt as if she'd never be clean again.'
She walked lifelessly to the shower, and turned on the head, letting the hot steamed water flow over her hand. She only realized at the last minute that it was indeed burning it, as her hand was now raw and bright red. She stared at it, steam clouded around her, making her hair frizz around her face.
She shakily pulled the white cotton nightgown over her head, and noticed the dark blue bruises on her wrist, and on her inner thighs. Her tears never let up, as she stepped into the steaming water. The burning hot liquid coursed over her now burning flesh, as she crumpled into an emotional heap on the tiled floor of the shower. She placed her head in her hands and wept. She wept for everything, her lost innocence, her lost freedom, and her fear of Vernon, Petunia, and just in general being abused.
The water continued to burn her flesh, but she continued to not notice, or to not care.
There was a soft knocking on the door to the bathroom.
"Lily darling? Are you coming down for breakfast?" her mother's voice inquired.
Lily's head snapped up. She sniffled silently, and wiped her eyes, which was really hopeless considering where she was.
"No, Mum, you go on and eat without me."
"Are you sure dear? Petunia and Vernon are down there, don't you want to say good morning?" Mrs. Evans asked sweetly.
Lily felt her stomach produce butterflies, and she was sure she was going to throw up, or at least dry heave.
"No, Mum, just go," she managed to croak out, "I'm fine here."
"Well if you're sure dear?"
"I'm sure."
And that was how Lily Evans spent her horrific summer, hiding away from Vernon Dursley, in her bathroom. She even slept in there, with the door locked.
That night, the dreaded night, just kept replaying in her mind, like a broken radio, and she just wasn't ready to see anyone quite yet, including her family. Maybe one day, one day soon, things would change for Lily Evans, maybe.
We would like to say first that we own nothing, so don't sue us because you'd be wasting your time since we have no money!
READ AND REVIEW!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~PROLOUGE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lily's eyes flew open. She was breathing hard, gasping for breath. His voice was taunting her, teasing her, even in her sleep she couldn't escape him.
She reached a hand to her sweating face, and pushed an errant curl out of her eyes that were blurred by tears that threatened to spill over.
She sat up shakily, and rubbed her now blood shot eyes.
Outside it was raining ferociously. Large fat raindrops pounded loudly into the roof, and windows, leaving water patterns lying across her carpeted floor. Her room was dark, the only light coming from the dim light given off by the moon. It was also silent, eerily quite, even considering the howling wind, rain, and occasional cracks of thunder. It frightened her, more than anything else did. She knew how HE worked.
A flash of brilliant blue lightening lit up her room followed by a loud crack of thunder. Lily jumped slightly, and glanced nervously to the doorway.
The rain began to pick up intensity, as the doorknob began to jiggle. Her eyes widened in terror, and her heart rate sped up to unimaginable levels. She felt herself back up, the cold wall met with her back; she soon found that she couldn't back up anymore.
The door slowly crept open finally. It creaked, and moaned, as the person on the other side, pushed the door open quietly.
Lily shut her eyes tightly; a tear fell over her eyelashes, and cascaded down her cheeks. 'Why can't he just leave her alone?'
The door was finally open, and a tall silhouette of a man stood rigidly in the doorway.
"Why Lillian? What are you doing still awake?" he asked a smirk evident in his oily voice, "waiting for me?"
Lily remained silent, cowering against the wall.
"I was just coming to wake you up," he stepped into the dark room, shutting the door silently behind him. "I was just coming to get what you'd promised."
"I didn't promise you anything," she said weakly, not looking up at him.
The rain out side was merciless. Not an advantage.
He smirked, "oh I think you did. Not in so many words but. I know you want me, who wouldn't."
"I don't want you," she contradicted, and immediately grimaced at what she'd said.
"What? What did you say?" he growled, stepping closer.
"I was merely saying that you have a girlfriend, and I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone."
He stepped above her, and glared down at her. He roughly grabbed her wrist, and twisted it around.
She gasped in pain, closing her eyes; tears were falling over her closed lids and sliding down her pale cheeks. She tried to forget where she was, and what she was doing there.
He pushed his face close to hers, and roughly stood her up, not letting go of her surely broken wrist.
"I won't leave you alone, you filthy little slut," he growled, "You think you're better then me? Let me give you a chance to prove you wrong."
"Vernon! Let me go! Please!" her voice was shrill and full of pain. Lightening flashed in the room again, as Vernon threw her wrist back in her face, and pushed her roughly to the floor, where her head connected with the wooden paneling. She lay there sprawled out on the floor, her thin cotton nightgown pooled around her hips. She choked a sob as she tried to lift herself off of her injured wrist.
"I'm not one for not getting what I want, and since you're being difficult, I'll just take it shall I?"
Lily looked up in confusion, and immediately wished she hadn't. Vernon had taken off the belt he was wearing around his waist, and in a hurried effort, when she was caught off guard he wrapped it around Lily's mouth, effectively shutting her up.
She struggled, biting into the hard leather, but it was too hard, and he had tied it too tight. Tears coursed down her cheeks, as she tried not to bite her tongue off in fright. She tried frantically to scramble to her feet, but Vernon's large build smacked her back down to the ground.
He knelt down besides her, and grasped a handful of her vibrant red hair in his hands, and yanking it up, he brought his head close to hers.
"If you ever." he slammed her head roughly into the ground, "mention this to anyone," he slammed again, "I will kill you, and who ever you tell." And with one final blow to her head she was out cold.
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Lily woke up, the next morning, sore beyond any comprehension. Her head was pounding, and there was sharp ache between her legs. She lifted her head, and found her cheek smashed rather inharmoniously on the hard wood floor of her room. Her thin cotton nightgown was bunched up around her waist, and she immediately felt her eyes prick with unshed tears.
'What had he done to her!' her mind shrieked. She couldn't remember much, she remembered him coming into the room, the storm, the verbal exchange. And..Oh My God! She remembered now! Him beating her head into the ground, him telling her not to tell anyone, or he'll kill her, him...raping..her. She involuntarily shivered, and sat up shakily. Tears fell unchecked down her cheeks. 'Noooooo.'
"Lily!" a voice shouted from downstairs, "breakfast!"
Her tears continued to fall, as she shakily stood up. She wobbled precariously toward her bathroom door. Not caring that she'd forgotten to take her bathrobe with her.
She closed herself in the bathroom, and locked the door tightly. She leaned back against the hard wood door, and took a deep shaky breath.
'She was so dirty, so dirty. She felt as if she'd never be clean again.'
She walked lifelessly to the shower, and turned on the head, letting the hot steamed water flow over her hand. She only realized at the last minute that it was indeed burning it, as her hand was now raw and bright red. She stared at it, steam clouded around her, making her hair frizz around her face.
She shakily pulled the white cotton nightgown over her head, and noticed the dark blue bruises on her wrist, and on her inner thighs. Her tears never let up, as she stepped into the steaming water. The burning hot liquid coursed over her now burning flesh, as she crumpled into an emotional heap on the tiled floor of the shower. She placed her head in her hands and wept. She wept for everything, her lost innocence, her lost freedom, and her fear of Vernon, Petunia, and just in general being abused.
The water continued to burn her flesh, but she continued to not notice, or to not care.
There was a soft knocking on the door to the bathroom.
"Lily darling? Are you coming down for breakfast?" her mother's voice inquired.
Lily's head snapped up. She sniffled silently, and wiped her eyes, which was really hopeless considering where she was.
"No, Mum, you go on and eat without me."
"Are you sure dear? Petunia and Vernon are down there, don't you want to say good morning?" Mrs. Evans asked sweetly.
Lily felt her stomach produce butterflies, and she was sure she was going to throw up, or at least dry heave.
"No, Mum, just go," she managed to croak out, "I'm fine here."
"Well if you're sure dear?"
"I'm sure."
And that was how Lily Evans spent her horrific summer, hiding away from Vernon Dursley, in her bathroom. She even slept in there, with the door locked.
That night, the dreaded night, just kept replaying in her mind, like a broken radio, and she just wasn't ready to see anyone quite yet, including her family. Maybe one day, one day soon, things would change for Lily Evans, maybe.