Lillian left her spot and walked into the center of Ambrose. The summer heat had yet to cover the town. She checked the doors to all the buildings; they were locked, she knew they would be. Out of the corner of her eye Lillian noticed a curtain that seemed to be opening and closing at one of the houses down the way. Lillian walked down the street and opened the gate when she knew the curtain was closed. She snuck underneath the window and stood on her tip toes. She looked in when the curtain opened. The figure on the other side of the glass made her jump. She looked at it and then fell to the ground. After a few moments she started screaming and crying. The final realization of what was going to happen had hit her.

Lillian had calmed her screaming and was quietly sobbing when the sound came. It was very faint and scared her slightly. She followed the sound in the direction of the Gas Station. As she approached the building she heard clearer words. "HELP ANYONE!" Lillian shoved open the front door and ran in. She pounded down the steps and approached the basement. She walked down the hallway and stood at the only door there. The screaming was coming from there. She reached for the door handle and tried opening it. Nothing. Lillian looked around and spotted a dusty box of tools sitting idol. She walked over to it and opened it.

"Screw driver…Screw driver…" Lillian muttered. She found one and stuck the head in the key hole. She drove it in with force and the door swung open. Lillian walked in and looked around. She saw a man and a woman sitting tied in the chairs they sat in. The woman appeared unconscious, but breathing.

"HELP US PLEASE!" The man said to Lillian. Lillian stayed silent and walked toward him. She touched his face and examined it. There were many cuts and they were bleeding. His wrists were dripping with blood and the arms of the chairs were stained red.

"Please, help my sister. Get her out of her." The man pleaded with Lillian. Lillian opened her mouth slowly to respond when a hand was forced over her mouth and an arm wrapped around her neck.

Bo had grabbed her and picked her up. He through her across the room and she hit wall. Bo kicked the door closed and picked Lillian up. He held her up with his hands around her neck. Lillian tried to kick and force her way away, but he held her throat tighter. He nails were digging into her neck. Lillian tried desperately not to scream out with pain, but it was too great.

"B-B-Bo I c-c-can't b-breath…" Lillian said and started crying. She knew she was getting light headed. She felt something slide down her neck.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bo yelled and slammed her against the wall again. Lillian could barely see as she looked at him. Bo finally dropped her onto the floor. Lillian sat where she fell. Bo turned around and began screaming at the man in the chair. Bo punched the man's faced which made him spit blood. Lillian sat crying on the floor not daring to move. She touched her neck and cringed at the pain. She looked at her hands and saw the blood on her finger tips. Bo had walked to an old cabinet and opened it. He pulled out a small bottle and a syringe. He filled the syringe and stuck the man in the neck with it. The man withered in pain for just a moment then fell limp. His breathing became shallow.

Bo walked up to Lillian and picked her up. She didn't flinch or fight she let him pick her up. He opened and closed the door and carried her upstairs. Bo sat her on the counter and moved away. She felt the urge to fight, but she couldn't. There was no strength left to fight.

He said nothing to her, gave her no comfort, no sympathy, and watched her. He was confused about what he had done to her. He finally walked over to touch her, but she moved away as he did.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." He sounded sincere enough, but it was all the same line. "It's my temper, I'm sorry." Lillian didn't move when he touched her. He carefully examined the damage he had done to her.

"I'll drive you to get your things." He said and looked into her tear stained red eyes. Lillian didn't argue; she sat still as before. Bo picked her up and carried her to the house. Vincent was walking towards them.

"Go check on the, umm, guests," Bo instructed Vincent. Lillian tried to grab Vincent's eyes before he left, but this happened to no avail. Bo walked up the gravel driveway to the house, still carrying Lillian.

Bo climbed the stairs still holding her and walked into the bathroom. He sat her on the counter and shut the door. He walked to the bathtub and started to run warm water. He walked over to Lillian and took off her purple spaghetti strap top she was wearing. He threw it into a corner and rubbed her face with his hands. He stood her up and slowly pulled down her matching lounge pants. He put her back on the counter and walked over to the bathtub and plugged the drain. Lillian knew what he was doing, but she didn't fight him, she already thought she might be drowned. He removed his own shirt as he walked back to her. Lillian looked at him, but said nothing.

"I'm sorry. I love you," Bo whispered and unhooked her bra.

"I'm not crippled." Lillian replied. Bo nodded to acknowledge her statement, but continued. He slowly slid his hands up her legs and brushed the inside of her thighs with his thumbs. Lillian bit her lip and tried not to show how bad she wanted him. He slid her underwear off and brushed her again. She shivered with excitement. He lifted her up and placed her in the water. It was pleasantly warm. He turned the water off and sat on the edge of the tub. Lillian sighed as she let the water fill around her.

"Why would you do that? What consumed you to do that?" Lillian asked in almost a whisper.

"I said I was sorry." Was his defense.

"You said it before." Lillian replied, sounding hurt. She looked around the room and started to cry. She never knew a time that she had cried so much in her life. She felt embarrassed when Bo watched her cry. Bo looked at her and pulled her closer to him. "What's going on with us, Bo?"

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Flash back! Sorry got excited!! Lol jk

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Lillian had said those words before. It was about a month after Lillian's parents died. She was alone and had just hung up the phone after talking to Bo. She started crying; the sound echoed.

Bo felt uneasy leaving her alone. She hadn't left him when both his parents died. Bo checked on Vincent and Damian before he left. Bo and Lillian had parted a few weeks prior, but the distance between them caused Bo emotion and physical pain. So Bo asked her back. Being the reinstated loving boyfriend he was trying to be, Bo ran down to Lillian's house. Few people were left in Ambrose, but those that were left still went about their usual business.

The lights were on and sounds were coming from the house. Bo walked up the front steps and looked through the window on the door. Lillian lay crying on the couch. He knocked at the door. Lillian sat up and ran to the door. She fell into Bo's arms when she finally opened the door. They walked and sat on the couch.

"Bo, what's going on with us? With everything?" Lillian asked. Bo had done it. He had come to complete peace with it. Damian helped, of course. Vincent was the innocent one.

Bo had cut the brakes the night before; it was quiet easy for him. The next morning Bo and Damian followed behind the small van for a few miles. The hills started to go down steeper and Bo could tell they were struggling to stop. The van suddenly jerked to the right and spun out of control. They hit the gravel and rolled into the ditch. The van came to a rocking stop on its wheels. Bo and Damian parked the truck and casually walked over to the light blue tinted van. The hood was smoking slightly. The windows had shattered and the windshield was smashed completely. Lillian's father was slung over the steering wheel. He was alive, but just barely. Damian quickly broke his neck. Lillian's mother was a bit harder. She was laying on the floor of the van. The blood steamed down her face, within minutes she would be bleeding to death.

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Now there they sat Lillian clinging to Bo with her life crying, not exactly understanding why. Bo just held her and calmed her down. The front door opened and closed with a slam and footsteps echoed downstairs. Bo stood to check to see who had come in, but Lillian couldn't let go. He might be horrible to her at times, but he had always been there for her regardless of whatever else was going on in their little corner of world.

"I'll be back in a second," Bo said and walked out of the bathroom. Lillian got out of the tub and dressed. She walked out and across the hall and changed into new clothes. Damian and Dalton would have to be back by now. Lillian sat at her vanity and brushed out her hair. Her neck in some spots were slightly scratch and stung a bit, but not serious.

Foot sets creaked on the steps as they wondered. Her bedroom door opened and Dalton walked in. Lillian looked at him through the mirror.

"Lillian, umm, Bo wants us to get your keys from you so we can get your stuff." Lillian nodded. Her threat was still intact, she wasn't about to let them hurt Dalton, he was the only normal one with in a hundred miles.

Lillian reached into the side draw of the vanity and pulled out a set of keys. "Dalton, no body except You, Me, and Vincent know this ok. I left school for good, so all of my stuff is in a storage building. It's mostly a couple boxes of clothes, a dresser, a desk, and my computer stuff is in two big green containers. You must, and mean you must get me those green containers by any means necessary." Dalton nodded.

"Are you going to be ok here without us?" Dalton asked. Lillian smirked and nodded.

"You'll be back by late tonight if you're lucky, or tomorrow. Don't be afraid of Vincent either, he would hurt a hair on your head. Your friends' maybe, but not you," Lillian finished and looked back into the vanity mirror.

Dalton looked at her for a second, walked out of the room, and downstairs into Damian's idling truck parked in the driveway.