A/N: I do not own Twilight
13 years later
Lilly's pov
I was sitting in the meadow behind the house. The place where I run, from all my problem. More like my father. From the time I was born my father has hated me. When I was 10 I learned how much he hated me. It started with his words, then his hands. He even took away my food.
The only person who has been there in my life was my brother Edward. Yes my mother took care of me but that was it. Edward taught everything I known because I did not go to school, he was my best friend. The big problem was he did not know about the abuse, if he did my father would be dead. The main reason why I did not tell him was for his own softy. I loved him and would hate if anything happened to him.
So every day I wore cover up to hide the bruises and skinniness on my arm and long dress to hide my legs. Luckily he never hit my face.
So now I sit in that meadow without a cover up reading my favorite book Romeo and Juliet. I felt the hot sun on my skin. I felt so relaxed that when I heard a voice that startled me.
"LILLIAN GRACE MASEN WHAT HECK HAPPENED TO YOU!" When I turned my head I saw it was Edward I never saw him this mad ever in my life. So I had to come up with something to tell him.
"Ummmm, I feel down the stairs."
"No you did not. They look like hand prints. So who did this to you." Oh man what do I do now.
"I can tell you Edward."
"Why not lil." Oh man he is using my nickname. He knows that works like a charm with me. I would use my puppy dog face the work on just about anyone. But I know this is not the time or place.
"He will hurt you." I said as tears welled up in my eyes.
"Do not worry about me. You worry about you. And if I let anything happen to you I would live in guilt for the rest of my life. And I would always wonder what if I push you harder and got you to tell me who did this to you. So please tell me."
"It was father." I took a deep breath and looked up.