Disclaimer: I don't any of J.K. Rowling's character.
"Misery"
Lily Evans, a seventeen year old witch entering her seventh and last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was standing in the shower her body trembling and her eyes were pink from all those salty tear that seem to just well up in her eyes and fall out ad infinitum. She gentle rinsed out her soapy hair and massaged her bruised arm.
Once again Lily's father had gotten drunk and hit Lily causing her upper left arm to form a rather nasty bruise. He yelled at her for no apparent reason and called her ugly and not worthy of being loved. She cried harder. Her own father had made her lose the little bit of confidence she had left in her. She knew her father didn't mean to hurt her, but every since her mother's death the only thing her father seem able to do was get wasted. Lily never told anyone, not even her two best friends of her problem with her father. She wanted to keep it a secret.
Lily finished washing herself and before she reached for her towel she quickly rinsed her face to erase the fact that she had cried. Lily turned off the water and quickly grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her. She stared at the mirror in the bathroom and couldn't to see anything beautiful about the girl that stared back at her. Lily couldn't see the beauty that looked back at her. All she saw was an ugly, redhead girl with freckles that sprinkled her nose.
Lily sighed, dropped her gaze from the mirror, and dried herself. She left her bathroom and entered her bedroom. Her trunk full of her school stuff was on top of her bed including two suitcases full of extra clothes for her stay at her best friend, Allie's house. Water dropped from her hair and on to the floor as she walked to her closet and scanned her massive closet full of clothes. She than looked at her nasty bruise on her arm and sighed. She had to wear something to conceal that. Lily grabbed a black skirt and a green halter top to match. She slipped it on and dried her hair.
Lily than slipped out of her room and into her father's room. He was lying on the bed completely out. His chest lifted up and down slowly and his breathing was even. Lily walked over to him and sat down in the chair next to him. She stared at his sleeping figure. She than looked at the picture of her mother on the table next to the bed. She picked it up and traced her finger around her mother. Emotions welled up in Lily's chest.
"Daddy, I miss her too," Lily whispered softly it could barely be heard.
Her father grunted in his sleep and turned over. Alcohol showered his breath. Lily knew that when he woke up he would have an awful hangover. Lily placed the photo back down. She got up from her seat, leaned over, and kissed his forehead.
"I love you."
She placed a note telling him where she was going to be on the table next to his bed. She quietly walked out and shut the door.
Lily entered her room and grabbed a thin sweater from her closet to hide the bruise. She zipped it up halfway. Lily grabbed a pair of flip flops from her closet and put them on. She than grabbed her stuff she was bringing to Allie's house and apparated leaving behind the misery her father had put on her unintentionally just before.
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