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Spring Break

~Lilly's POV~

When people think of spring break they think of girls making out with any guy they see, or a beach filled with bikinis and sun tans, or a party with a room that's so small so everyone has to rub against everyone else. Or they see family road trips to places that sound stupid but are kind of cool- like the aquarium.

But when I think of spring break, it usually involves me staying at home watching tv while my almost thirty year old mother goes out and drinks herself into a coma. Yippee...

At this very moment I would much rather do something fun than to sit here and watch tv. I would rather go for a walk in the park with my mom. Go shopping with my mom. Do something with my mom. Have fun for at least a day, be happy for at least a day. But you can't have everything.

I started talking to my mom again, I mean, it wasn't different. We still didn't have any full on conversation but we talked. I haven't talked to John though. Why should I?

At that moment, he could drop dead for all I cared...

As for me, at that moment, I am perfectly fine right where I was. Except for the fact that I was bored out of my freaking mind!

Just like fate, my phone began to ring. I looked and saw April's photo.

"Hey," I said somewhat solemnly.

"Hey, what's up?" April said in the exact same way.

"Nothing much," I sighed. "Just been watching tv, bored out of my fucking mind."

"Yeah, same over here."

"I thought you would be hanging with the guys all week. Sucks that we only have a week and a half as break." I got up and went to the fridge, groaning when there wasn't anything. I'm gonna have to go to the liquor store to get some junk.

"Yeah, no. I have been trying to understand this homework my trig teacher gave me without the help of anyone. Which is including Donnie." April sighed, "But if he could tell me the answers...I wouldn't complain as much."

I chuckled, "How many problems did you do?"

"Um...yup, two..." She groaned.

I laughed, "Go on google."

"No, it's not the same."

I ran my hand through my hair, "Alright... Hey have you ever thought that maybe Donnie might like you?"

April laughed, "Donnie? No, at least I don't think he does."

"I don't know, I'm not saying he does it's just...they way he looks at you is real cute."

April chuckled, "I've never noticed it. That's kind of weird. Cute huh?"

She better not.

"What about you? You like him."

I threw my head back and laughed. "Oh April, it's like you don't know me."

"Why? Donnie's a real sweet guy. Perfect for you."

I rubbed my eyes, "I'm sure he is sweet but I met him like what, two months ago."

"So? Couples now meet, go on a date, have sex, the whole shabang."

"Yeah well, there's reasons to why I'm single, bro. One I'm not interested in anyone. And two, it's complicated."

"How?" April asked. "Does this have to do with your ex?"

"Yeah..." Ugh...

"Did he like...cheat on you? Is that why you hate him?"

"I don't think he ever did. Let's just say it was kind of the same thing with John and my mother. Only difference is I left him."

April was silent, "Oh, jeez...I'm sorry Lilly."

"The last thing I want you to do is feel sorry for me. Not you April." I began to bite my nails nervously. I haven't talked about this is a long time. Well, ever.

"Well can you blame me? I mean, it happened to you. And you're one of the most kindest, funniest and beautiful people out there. It's like feeling sorry for a rape victim. It's not their fault. They didn't deserve it."

"Hmmm..." The fact that she mentioned rape... I don't know, it wasn't particularly funny just a coincidence. "Never mind."

"No wonder why you never talk about him." April sighed, "Sorry, dude..."

I smiled, "It's okay, you're curious. Eventually I'll tell you the full story but as of right now..."

"I understand." After a small silence, April finally spoke up. "Okay so if not Donnie. I can tell you who I do ship you with."

"If you say Mikey I swear. He's like a baby April."

"Raphael."

I blinked, "Ew, why him?"

"Because every time you guys look at each other there's...tension."

I scoffed, "Yeah, tension like we want to kill each other not tension like I want to suck his face." I threw myself on to the couch. "I ship you with Donnie."

"Okay ha ha. Very funny. But you're not gonna beat me."

"Well, I am because I can tell you right now, even if they weren't turtles I still wouldn't date any of them."

"Why?" April asked some what disappointingly.

"None of them are my type."

"Oh yeah?" She laughed. "What is?"

"A gentleman. Someone like... Like Frank Sinatra."

April laughed loudly. I had to pull my phone away from my ear, she was so loud. "Why?" She breathed.

"Because... I mean he had a lot of wives or whatever. But he was nice to them. Plus he had a nice voice."

"He cheated on his wife who had kids."

I stayed silent, "Okay... But one of his wives said he was good in bed."

April chuckled, "I'm starting to think that's all you look for in a guy."

"Oh April... Do you really view me as that shallow?" I asked teasingly.

"Everyone's a little shallow here and there."

After a couple hours of being on the phone, April and I hung up. Literally a second later my mother walked in with two big bags of something that wasn't food. I wasn't necessarily interested, so I continued watching tv. I noticed she left with John but came back alone though. I wonder why?

Don't really care...

"Hey," she said, shutting the door behind her.

"Hey." I never took my eyes off the screen.

I heard the rustling of the bags stop and the fridge door open. "Shit..."

"Oh yeah, we need more food." I said blandly.

My mother sighed, shutting the door. "I noticed."

I was watching the television, trying to find something to watch more like it. Nothing good was on. Either I've seen it before or 'I didn't know and didn't care' was on. It made me tired just staring at the screen, switching from channel to channel... I think I'm gonna take a nap.

Before I could get up, a bag landed on my lap, causing me to jump in shock. "What's this?"

I looked at my mom who was smiling. "I decided to get you something. It's almost his birthday you know."

I nodded, "I never forget dad's birthday."

"Well, I didn't want you to have nothing to wear when we go out on that day." She hummed happily. "Try it on."

I reached into the bag and pulled out a white sun dress, blue lilies on the bottom. It was very beautiful. And I wasn't necessarily a dress type of girl but this was beautiful. "Wow, where'd you get this?"

"I went out with your aunt. She said you might like it."

I stood up, rubbing the soft fabric with my thumbs. "Okay..." Was all I said before I went to my room.

I placed the dress on my bed and began to undress until I was in just my underwear. The dress fit perfectly. I actually loved the way it complimented my figure. I'm not the normal figure. I don't have a flat stomach, my thighs are big and my hips too. Not a lot of things show the little curves I have. Now, I'm not super big. My stomach doesn't come out far but it's not flat. I never really liked my thighs or hips because they were always so big and they had stretch marks to prove it. But this dress, with my hair falling just below my breast, and the way it was not so tight around my waist actually made me think I looked good.

I smiled, walking out.

"I knew you'd look beautiful. It's hard to find a dress for your figure." Mom chuckled.

I shrugged, "I was just thinking that."

My mother intertwined her fingers under her cheek, "Oh but when you do...you're as beautiful as your mother." She came up to me, fixing my hair and the straps of the dress. She sighed, "Did I ever tell you how your dad got you your nickname?"

I chuckled, "Like every time his birthday is near. And on his birthday. And on his death anniversary."

My mother walked away, "You just turned a year old. He had you in his arms while he was dancing to his favorite band. Then his favorite song came on and you began to laugh." She went over to the sofa and sat down, I followed. "He smiled and sang. Your dad had a real nice voice you know."

I sat next to her, "I know mom."

She laughed, "The more he sang the more you laughed so he turned to me and said, 'Hey baby, I think little Rag Doll loves my singing.' And I told him, 'Just like her mommy.' And then he rubbed your head and sang, 'Such a pretty face, should be dressed in lace.' And I cried."

She stared off for a moment, then grabbed my hands, "And no one has ever called you that since he died."

I smiled, "And I haven't heard that song in years." One day that was going to change.

My mother slapped my leg, "Well, we should go out. Your aunt will be here in a bit. Go put on some pants and we'll wait for her."

I nodded, noticing the hint of tears in my mother's gold eyes. She was holding them back though, she wasn't about to cry over my dad because I knew why... Because she had someone else. Someone new who she loved. Who she was blindly following like a little puppy.

She used to always cry for my dad. Whenever he came up, whenever she was reminded of him, whenever she looked at his picture. Now...she hides the tears, all those emotions she used to always show are now suddenly gone. Worst of all...

There are no more pictures.

Couple hours later...

"And then, your Dad, punched him in the face." Christine laughed. "He was such an ass."

I covered my mouth, "Dad punched grandpa?"

My mother nodded, eating one of her French fries. "Grandpa used to hit me and your aunt so much. Plus he was a drunk. So when your dad saw the bruises he got mad."

"Tony was kind of a hot head when it came to your mom. He wasn't controlling but he was protective."

"That's why we're not in contact with your parents! Isn't it?" My mother nodded.

After Christine came over, all of us went to a diner to have a couple burgers. There, we talked about my dad and how him and my mom were, how he was with me and my mom and her parents were. And boy were they dicks. All these things, all the stuff my mom went through- it made me wonder if she ever told John all she told me. Probably not... She went through so much no wonder why she's with this guy. She always wanted a boyfriend and basically settles for the one that's willing to put up with her shit. The minute they don't she breaks down. She's always acted like she needed a boyfriend... She doesn't though.

"Your dad is the only person who has told me he loved me and meant it." My mother sighed, "And he's the first person to steal my heart and never give it back."

"Do you- Do you still...?"

My mother gave me a look, "Lillian, I will always love your father. Even if you don't believe me, he's the one that gave me life, he gave me you, I was happy with him." Again she stared away from me.

Christine took a bite out of her hamburger, "Your Dad was your Mom's first everything. You know how virgins are..."

I gagged, "Ew, stop."

My mother snorted, "Yes, stop."

Christine rolled her eyes, "How come you talk about you and John but you never talked about you and Tony with me?"

"Because it was none of your business. I told you when I lost my virginity, wasn't that enough?"

I took a sip out of my soda, "Oh my god can we stop talking about this? I just ate."

Christine smirked playfully, "Okay shorty..." she placed her burger down and pointed at me. "Are you a virgin?"

I blinked, "Wait, weren't we talking about Mother."

My mother stared at me, "Lillian..."

"What?" I asked quickly. "What?"

"Lillian."

"What mom? What do you want me to say?"

Christine laughed, "Uh-oh..."

I hate her sometimes.

"Lillian... Please tell me you're not having sex." My mother said through her teeth.

"I haven't had sex in a long time."

"You're not a virgin!" My mother yelled.

I covered my face, "Oh my god. That's it. The whole restaurant heard you. Oh god." I looked around. "Look there's an old couple trying to eat and now they know that I have sex. Hey," I gave the poor old couples a wave. "Oh god..."

"Lillian. The last thing I want you to do is get pregnant."

"Pregnant? Mother, calm down." I whispered harshly. "I am not pregnant. I've always used protection okay. I'm not an idiot."

"Was it the other guy?"

"No mom it was fucking...Robert Di Nero. Yes! It was him, I only fucked one guy." I ran my fingers through my hair. "Jesus Christ..."

My mother calmed down, her body relaxing in her seat. "Okay..."

Christine chuckled, "Was it good?"

I slammed my fist down, "You know what, I need to pee."

My mother hooked her arm with mine as we walked down the block to our place. She rubbed my arm, humming, "This was fun."

"You know..." I said, smiling at her. "It actually was." Besides the teasing, the sex talk, yadda yadda yadda... It was a pretty fun night for all of us.

My mother smiled. There was a moment of silence shared between the two of us before I felt her lips press against my temple. The foreign feeling caused me to stop walking, and to nearly trip over my own feet. It's been too long since my mother has shown any affection towards me.

I stared at her with a confused look, "Not even when your drunk do you kiss me."

My mother shrugged, "Maybe that should change... Rag Doll."

I saw the sincerity in her eyes. I laughed, "No, it shouldn't. I hate change."

My mother sucked her teeth, "You're one weird kid."

When we got to the house, we found John passed out on the couch. I could smell the scent of booze and weed mixed together to make one really disgusting stench. One man can make a whole house stink like shit. My mother sighed, "I'm not waking him up. I'm going to bed." She walked off to her room, leaving me with him.

Well, I didn't like him so I wasn't going to do anything. Might as well go to bed.

Today was a pretty good day, and I don't want anything to ruin it. So might as well go to sleep.

Two things woke me up that morning.

One was a knock, more like banging at my window. The other was the loud voices screaming at each other in the living room. Fuck, this early in the morning!? Really?

I got up, scratched my head and went to my window. Thinking I was going to see Mikey tell me about something he was going to do or wanted to do with me. I had to wipe my eyes when I saw someone else.

"Um, Raph? What are you doing here this early?" I asked sleepily.

He stared at me oddly, "Its almost two."

"In the morning!"

"In the afternoon. What time did you sleep in last night?"

I sighed, my eyes drifting, "Um... I don't know." I moved to one side. "Want to come in."

"Could you shut the door first? I don't want your mom or anyone coming in."

My eyes widened, "Oh shit, right. Sorry. Let me...let me go brush my teeth. Just wait here." I left my room, shutting the door behind me. If I was going to talk to anyone, I was going to spare them of my morning breath.

Or afternoon breath...

Before I could enter the bathroom, however, I was grabbed by my shoulders. I was faced with John who didn't look angry but he didn't look happy. "Lilly,"

I pushed him off of me, "What?" I snapped.

"Tell your mother that I am not cheating on her." He ordered.

I rolled my eyes, "God you guys are annoying." I turned and shut the door. "That's your problem not mine."

I began to brush my teeth lazily while my mom and John just argue away. Then I heard my mom say, "You wanna know what I did, I went out with my daughter. I also bought her a dress look I'll prove it!"

My eyes widened in horror. I quickly ran out of the bathroom just in time to catch my mom's hand. The door was opened only slightly and I quickly shut it before she could see anything. "No! Mom, you can't go in."

"Why not?" She scoffed.

"Because... Because it's not cleaned." I lied quickly.

My mom rolled her eyes, "Oh Lilly, you're full of it." She pushed the door opened.

"No!" I yelled.

My mother turned, "What! It looks fine. Where's that dress I bought you?"

I stood there confused, "Uh..." I pointed to the closet. "In there."

My mother found the dress and left me standing there with my tooth brush still in my mouth whilst my jaw being completely dropped. After a while I shrugged my shoulders and headed back to the bathroom to finish brushing my teeth. He must have left...

I splash a little water on my face, place my hair in a messy bun, and head back into my room. Yawning, I shut the door behind me and began to look for my cell so that I could text Raph to ask him what was so important that he needed to interrupt my sleep.

Although...this was the longest time I have ever slept.

"That was close."

I jumped, my phone went flying somewhere in front of me- probably under my bed. "Jesus Christ..." I placed my hand on my chest. "You guys really need to stop doing that."

"Sorry," he shrugged almost unapologetic.

I sighed, "What's up?"

He looked down at his hands while they shuffled awkwardly, he was unsure of something. It almost had me scared of what he was going to say. "Okay... You won't get offended if-"

"Just say it Raph." I said.

"Look, I came here to talk. And yeah that sounds weird, but you offered. You told me if I ever wanted to talk I could just ask. Well I'm asking. And I needed someone who wouldn't give me bullshit answers." He said quickly.

I blinked, "O-okay..."

He sighed, "Okay so I had a fight with my brothers. And Donnie sorta has this thing with April. Like a crush."

"I fucking knew it." I swear I'm a pro at these things.

He chuckled, "Yeah..." He sat down. He was nervous, awkward. He was acting weird, as if he were forcing himself to tell me this.

I sighed, "Raph, if you're going to talk to me. I want you to feel comfortable. Don't think that it's stupid. If you are mad then act mad. Hiding emotions only make things worse." I turned so that I could lock the door. "Here, let's go outside to that of you want to yell, my mom won't hear you."

I smiled a comforting smile and lead him outside onto the fire escape. He leaned against the wall while I leaned over the railing.

Raph sighed, "I'm just mad."

"Okay, why?"

He clenched and unclenched his fist, "Because... He acts like he has a chance with her sometimes. Like one day they'll be together. So today I told him to shut up. And then everyone got on my case."

I nodded, "Do you think he doesn't have a chance with April? By the way, I'm not telling her, right?"

He shook his head frantically, "Don't tell anyone. Well, it's obvious but still."

"Okay."

"It's not that I think he doesn't stand any chance at all. Maybe like...probably five percent chance that she may like him and a two percent chance they end up. But April's not like that! She would never date us-him! She wouldn't even look at him that way."

Hmm...

"April is different. She not into guys...mutants. She's normal."

I nodded, "I'm guessing you don't want to be shrink-ed either."

He covered his face, "Please, don't."

I nodded again, crossing my arms over my chest. I was sensing that maybe he had feelings for April. Maybe he won't admit to himself. "Alright Raph. I won't bullshit this. You're being a dick."

He stared at me with this face of absolute shock. "You're kidding me."

"Nope, you are. But listen to me when I tell you, people do look past looks. April wouldn't be friends with you if she didn't. I wouldn't either. And Donnie has a crush on April and I can tell you, when that's all a person talks about it can get annoying."

He shook his head, "You have no idea."

I chuckled softly, "But that doesn't mean you can just tell him that he has no chance even if it's true. In all honesty, if it makes your brothers happy, then you should be too."

"But, isn't that false hope or something." He argued. "That's cruel."

"Well, if you tell him that he has a chance knowing he doesn't. That's cruel. And maybe you should convince him to tone it down if he try's anything over the top." I thought for a moment. It never actually occurred to me that I was having a conversation with the one dude that I thought I would never even share a whole sentence to without wanting to punch him in the throat. It was weird yet...it brought comfort to me. It told me that he trusts me. That made me feel special. Ha!

"If you tell Donnie that he has no chance that just makes you a dick. If you don't tell him that makes you look like a dick..." This is a tough one. I want to say just ignore it, but something tells me he's not the type to just ignore things.

He groaned, "You see what I have to live with. Everyday I'm doing something bad, something to get yelled at. Nobody, and I do mean nobody, gets me in that place. Sometimes I just..." He threw his hands in the air in utter frustration. "I just wanna run away from it all."

I nodded, "Well if it helps, I get that feeling a lot. In fact I did run away once."

"Really? You?"

"Oh yeah, for a week. But it backfired and I came back crying. It's hard..." Especially when you aren't alone but you feel alone.

"There is a lot of things I don't know about you. It's like you're a freaking..."

"Box of chocolates?" I snickered.

"Sure." He chuckled. "A box of chocolates." He slid down with his shell against the wall. "I can't do anything looking like this. I'm just a walking freak show. I can't even charge people."

I sighed, my heart actually feeling sorry for this guy. I can see he has insecurities, I mean could anyone really blame him? His whole life he's been told he's not normal.

"Well, you do have limitations on running away." Another small silence was shared, but strangely it wasn't awkward. "Aren't you not supposed to be here? Like in broad daylight?"

He waved his hand, "I don't really care."

"Well, if it helps, I certainly don't think you're a freak. And the best thing that you can do is just leave the room when Donnie starts rambling about April. That way you won't get in trouble."

He nodded, "Yeah... I guess."

"And, if you still get annoyed, talk. Text. Or something that will get your feelings out there. Not to be a total pansy but, talk about your feelings. Even if it's too yourself. It's not healthy to keep things...tucked."

Raph shrugged, "It's the only thing I know how to do. I get attacked if I don't do it and I don't like to feel..."

"Vulnerable?"

"I was going to say 'exposed', but yeah basically."

"You are such a guy..." I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "Look dude, you're still big ol' tough Raph to me. I don't care how you see it, but the way I see it if you let some stuff out every once and a while you'll feel better and I bet you it won't hurt you." I explained to him. What is it with guys and not wanting to say how they feel? Just say it you big douche...

"Yeah," he groaned, standing up slowly. "Nothing but my pride."

I rolled my eyes, "Men..."

He laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Whatever... Hey what's your story."

I blinked, awkwardly shifting my weight from one foot to another, my arms hugged my waist. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, like...like why are you so nice? It's kind of annoying and kind of cute at the same time."

I scoffed, "I can't be nice?"

"Not in this town." He muttered almost under his breath. "What I mean is," he began, leaning back against the railing. "You hated me at first, and now you'll just listen to me rant about how annoying my brother is without even telling me how annoying I am? It's weird..."

"Just because someone shows you kindness, doesn't make it weird Raph. It makes you human. Human kindness, duh." I inquired.

"But there has to be a reason." He urged.

My hand went to my head as I sighed in annoyance. Really? I just woke up and my backstory is a very sad one and I hate being sad. "There is one, but it's a depression one."

"So... Let out your feelings." He boasted sarcastically.

I stared at him in irritation, "Ha Ha..."

He shrugged, oh how I wanted to punch him. How can I even be friendly with a guy that can't even make me not want to hurt him?

I finally let out an annoyed breath, "Fine, you asked for it." I cleared my throat before I continued, "Before my dad died, he was always giving people chances. He was always hopeful of things and it made me sort of see the good in people. Even the horrible kind. I don't pick fights, I end them. And I forgive and I...move on."

"That wasn't so depressing." Raph hummed to himself.

"Yeah well, I'm just keeping the details out." I snapped.

Raph pushed himself off the railing, his eyes scanning my face for something. When I narrowed my confused eyes at him, he laughed, "You're confusing." He held his hands in the air. "I get it, you still don't trust me. That's fine." He suddenly jumped onto the thin little railing, standing onto of it like it was nothing. It nearly gave me a heart attack; I thought he was going to fall. "One day, you'll have to tell me."

I huffed once I found my voice, "I don't have to do anything."

"No. But you'll want to. And I'll be waiting to hear some depressing shit." He said with a smile. "Oh, and don't tell anyone about this meeting."

"Who would I tell?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Just keep it do yourself, kay sweet heart?"

"Sweet heart?" He jumped off the railing and onto the next building. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I yelled after him.

Before he vanished, he turned around. Jesus he was really high, and very confident about not falling. "See you around." And then left.

I scoffed to myself. "Sweet heart... I'll give you a sweet kick."

That last part was cute to me ^-^. I feel like the rest of the chapters made it seem like Lillian's mother had very little feelings for Lilly. Which isn't true at all! She's just trapped in a very abusive and manipulative relationship, but she of course love Lilly very much, and I wanted this chapter to have a little quality time with Lilly and Aniya. They both rarely show any emotion beside anger towards each other. Anyways, thank you for reading now review! or if shy, just follow or favorite if you want ^-^ see ya!