A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I updated, I just haven't been in the mood to write, and theres just been some family problems. And I haven't had the best summer so just bare with me ok?!?!
Lilly's POV
The sun shone brightly through the small windows, waking me up from a long and peaceful sleep. But my happy thoughts left just as quickly as last nights memories came flooding back. That wasn't the first time he hit me. I slowly lifted up my tank top and looked at the big black and blue bruise that covered practically my whole stomach. Tears welled in my eyes, as I felt the bed shift a little and looked up to see a wide eyed Oliver staring at my stomach.
I took a quick glance at the clock an saw that it was about 10 a.m.
"Lilly…did your dad do that?!" Oliver asked, shocked and completely concerned.
I nodded my head yes, and then started sobbing again. I never told anyone that my dad hit me, not even my mom.
"Is that why you've been wearing a rash-guard for the past week and a half? Lilly…why didn't you tell me!" Oliver said, this time sounding a little hurt that I didn't trust him.
FLASHBACK!!!!
"…and if you tell anyone, what I do! Then you will be hurt like you can't even imagine! GOT IT???" Mr. Truscott asked.
I whimpered and peered down at my stomach wear the bruise was already forming, and looked back up and shook my head.
END FLASHBACK!!!!
"Oliver you can't tell anyone! If he finds out…he-he'll hurt me even more! HE SAID NOT TO TELL!!" I yelled.
Just then, a loud banging came from upstairs and then we heard the door thud open. The door to the basement opened and Mr. Truscott stomped down the stairs looking pissed.
"LILLIAN ELIZABETH! What the hell are you doing !?!? You left last night with no note, no message! Your mother has been worried sick! Do you know how much trouble your going to be in once you get home!?!?" he said angrily.
I whimpered and started backing into the corner of the wall, as my dad started coming closer.
"I'm sorry daddy! I'm so sorry, please don't hurt me!" I cried.
My dad put his big clunky hands on my skimpy shoulders and started to shake them furiously, as my head started to bang against the wall. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY A WORD! YOU'RE WORTHLESS!!! You're worth nothing, and no man is going to want you! You can't do a damn thing for yourself, and you're the most ugliest thing I've ever seen!!! YOU CAN GO TO HELL!!!"
I started to sob and m vision was blurred.
"HEY! Don't you dare talk to her like that. If anyone's going to hell it's going to be you! And she is the most beautiful girl ever! No man is worthy of her! And she's worth everything in this world! SO don't say anything to her like that! She doesn't deserve this! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO HER?" Oliver yelled.
Oliver's parents walked downstairs still in there p.j's and must have heard the whole thing because the next thing I remember is my dad being pulled off of me by Mr. Oaken, and Oliver's arms pull me into him as I sobbed for what seemed like centuries.
"Lilly, don't listen to a word that bastard said to you. He doesn't even know you. You're the complete opposite of what he said! Don't you dare think of yourself like how he just described you! He is never going to hurt you as long as I live! Okay?" Oliver told me.
Oh the sound of his voice could make me melt, if I wasn't sobbing uncontrollably!
I couldn't even respond to him, because of all the crying I was doing. "I want it to stop! I need it to sto-o-o-p!!! make it stop Oliver! PLEASE!" I begged, as Oliver lifted me up and carried me up to his room and laid me on his bed.
The next thing I remember was Oliver telling me that he loves me, Mrs. Oaken asking if I was alright and Mr. Oaken telling me my---HOLD UP! OLIVER SAID HE LOVED ME!?!?