Take Away My Misery
There in the darkness of her room sat Lilly Truscott. Her shriveled up body barely made it out of bed every morning. She rather lay still in her bed for her the rest of her life but her mother would force her out of bed. Even if it meant pouring ice cubes on her. Yet even that would barely wake her up. Her mother hated having to wake herself up early just to get Lilly up which really was no use considering she slept so deep.
Every morning was the same thing. And it always ended with Lilly telling her mother she hates her. She was furious with her mother for many things that happened around them. The most recent thing was when her father had come to town and had attempted to kidnap her. Her mother had done nothing to help her, let alone had she noticed she was gone. She thought her mother was awful for that and now resented her just like she had with her father.
Lilly's father was the type of guy who would date some random women for a while, have sex, then leave them for some other women. He didn't really care if he got them pregnant or not. But with Lilly's mother it was a bit different… When they had first met, they took things slow which made him truly fall in love with her. So instead of having sex just because he had wanted it; he actually had it because he loved her. This time though he did not leave her right after, he actually decided to propose to her. They were so happy to find out that they were going to be having a baby. Unfortunately a few years after their daughter, Lilly, had been born her father had found some other women and left the two of them in the dust. And that was exactly how it had stayed until only a few nights ago.
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"Lilly, stop doodling in that notebook of yours and pay attention." Mrs. Kunkle, Lilly's English teacher, said annoyed with her. The blonde girl who was staring down at her drawings she had just drawn sighed, closing her book, and looking back up at the teacher as she went on about the play of Romeo and Juliet. She rolled her eyes, that was her least favorite play. Lilly had not believed in love at first sight. Well, she barely believed in love at all. Thanks to her father. After what she finally had found about her father, which she had to force out of her mother, she despised the word love.
The school day went by slowly for Lilly. Luckily it was lunch time so she could finally sit down without having to be cautious about her doodling. She hated pretty much everyone in the school. The only one she tolerated was Oliver but he hasn't been around lately so she's been alone most of the time. Especially at lunch. But that really hadn't bothered her much she enjoyed sitting alone while working on her drawings. That was until a brunette haired girl came walking over.
"Hey, can I sit with ya please? I'm new here and ya look like you could use some company." The girl asked, an accent clearly heard, and a smile on her face. Lilly looked up from her notebook, nodding with a tiny smile. The brunette thanked her and took a seat next to her. She watched as the blonde had went right back down to her notebook and started drawing again. It amazed her to see a person so into something like she was. She, herself were into something as much as she but nobody knew what that thing was.
The blonde continued her drawing until the other girl tapped her on the shoulder. Her body flinched a bit at the touch but she shot her head and turned to the girl. "Whatcha ya drawing?" She asked with a warm smile upon her face. Lilly looked at her, down to her drawing, then back to her again. "Nothing." Was her quiet response as she continued her doodling. The brunette sighed, knowing that was a lie, and shook her head.
"So, what's your name?" She asked changing the subject with a smile upon her face. Lilly looked at her with curiosity then opened her mouth. "Lilly. Your name?" She spoke quietly, afraid that if she were heard by someone they'd come say something to her. A smile grew even more on the southern girl's face as she began to reply to the question she was asked. "I love that name. And I'm Miley." Miley already had started liking the girl who she had chose to sit with. She seemed pretty nice to her, a little shy, but hey so was she. It was better than one of those jerks.
The two girls sat there a while more enjoying their lunches and talking about the day at school. Both of them had instantly started liking each other. They both had so many things in common. Except the fact that Lilly preferred art while Miley preferred music. Other than that the girls liked pretty much the same kind of things. Both were also very quiet as well. This had made it all the more easier for Amber and Ashley to tease them.
Lilly had warned Miley of the two, telling her how they will say things just to push your buttons. She hated them with a passion. Those girls were the two people who had taken her only best friend from her and turned her into the school's laughing stock. Lilly also couldn't believe that Oliver would believe those fools over her, his best friend since pre-school. She just shook her head, trying to forget of that horrible memory.
The bell for dismissal had finally rung and all the students started pouring out of the classrooms. Lilly and Miley came out last due to all the people pushing them out of the way. But that had not seemed to bother the two at all they were too caught up in their conversation to notice any of that. "So, Lilly, how about you come to my house with me to hang out and stuff? Maybe we can get a head start on that science project…" Miley suggested, as they made their way to their lockers which happened to be right next to each other.
A smile formed across the blonde girl's face. "I'd like that." She opened her locker reaching for her book bag. She slung it over one of her shoulders then the two left for Miley's.
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About fifteen minutes later both Miley and Lilly had finally made to her house. The brunette opened the door sliding her sandals off and putting her book bag on the floor of the living room. She told Lilly to do the same.
"Daddy, I'm home. And I invited a new friend over. We'll be upstairs in my room so ya know." She yelled to Mr. Stewart, her father, then ran upstairs to her room as Lilly followed. Lilly's eyes looked around the room, it seemed pretty much like her own except the pink polka-dots painted on the wall. Other than that it was as if she were in her own room.
Miley sat on the bed beside Lilly, smiling at her. She really, really liked this girl. She seemed so sweet and she was such a cute little thing. "You're room is so cool. It looks almost exactly like mine but mine doesn't have polka-dots on the walls." The other girl said with a smile as well. Miley smiled at that. She couldn't believe how much she and her new friend already in common. And how fast they had become friends, pretty good friends actually.
"Thank you. That's so cool!" She smiled. The blonde nodded and gave a small smile back. Then she looked to the clock. She let out a quiet sigh, it was nearly four o'clock and her mother was gonna get angry if she came home late without telling her about it. So unfortunately she decided it'd be best if she text her mother telling her she was at Miley's.
A while of sitting in the room talking their arms off got the two girls hungry so they headed downstairs to see what Mr. Stewart had prepared for supper. "I made some baked potatoes with a delicious fish." He said with a proud smile. It took him quite a while to get the fish all cooked up and by the time he was done he could barely take the heat of the oven anymore. The girls smiled and sat down at the dining room table.
Miley's father looked over to the blonde with a questioning face. "What's your name?" He asked politely. Lilly looked over at him shyly. "L-Lilly." She said in quiet voice. The brunette realized how tensed up her friend had gotten so patted her hand for a nice comfort.
Mr. Stewart nodded while smiling warmly at the girl who was her daughter's new friend. "Nice to meet you Lilly. I sure hope ya like a nice cooked fish for supper. Been cookin' it all day." He said trying to make her feel welcomed in their house. Lilly gave a small smile, while nodding her head. They all dug into their meals after Mr. Stewart said Grace.
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It had been four hours since they had finished dinner and it was getting late so Lilly decided she'd go home. She made plans with Miley to go to the mall tomorrow after school then they'd go hang at her house or maybe the beach. Whatever the plan was she was happy.
"Lillian Rosanne Truscott! You have been gone for ten fucking hours too late." Her mother hissed as Lilly came into the house. She rolled her eyes as she ran up the stairs to her room. That pissed her mother off even more. She marched up the stairs right after her daughter. "You little brat! You don't walk away from your mother like that. Where the hell were you all this time Lillian?" She had an angry look on her face and her breath smelled of alcohol which had terrified Lilly. She knew how aggressive that stuff made her mother.
Lilly backed away onto her bed trying to stay far away as she could from her mother. Unfortunately that just angered her mother even more. "Don't you ignore me, bitch. Where the fucking hell were you? Answer me or I will slap you." She demanded scaring the poor girl once more. Tears began to pour out of her eyes. She hated when her mother tried to hurt her. It terrified her horribly. "M…mom… please do…don…don't hurt me…" She sobbed.
Her mother just gave her an evil glare. "Oh, you rather go with that bastard father of yours. Then let me take you to him my dear…" She said, grabbing the frightened girl and pulling her out of the house. She threw her in the back of the car then made her way to the front of the car, taking a seat in the driver's seat. She started the engine and began driving. "Buckle up Lillian…gonna a bumpy ride…" Her mother slurred. She drove fast on the highway so fast Lilly had thought they were gonna die. She kept on driving faster each time, soon the car came to a squeaky halt. The only thing Lilly could hear was her mother scream and the car crashing into a truck.
Lilly felt horrifying pain as she lied in the backseat of the half torn car her mother had thrown her into. She saw trickles of blood falling from her head and heard herself screaming but soon everything went blank.
