Warning: This chapter contains a very graphic scene that may also be triggering for some. I will italicize the graphic part if you would like to skip it. Also Lily meets Tate for the first time later in the chapter. Oh and I realize that most of these chapters are really short, but that was just the way I managed to split it up.

CHAPTER TWO

The next few days were odd, and my mom still hadn't said a word. Also Moira was starting to really creep me out. At night I would hear someone walking in the hallway, and sometimes I would hear a laugh. My mother didn't seem to notice anything.

A few more weeks went by and nothing had changed. Until one day I decided to make my mother talk. She was on the couch staring at the ground.

"Mom I need to talk to you." I said while sitting down beside her on the couch, she looked at me and nodded for me to go on.

"You're starting to worry me. You haven't said a thing since we moved into this damn house, is something going on?"

She sighed, "I guess you deserve to know. Back in New York, one day while you were at school I came home from work early. I expected your father to be at work but instead I heard moaning from our bedroom. When I went in I found him in bed with your Aunt, my sister." My mother looked like she was about to break down.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry mom. Why are you still with him?" If I was her I would have left him the moment I caught him in that position.

Her voice broke when she spoke, "I have no choice. He said if I left he would come after me and kill me." What the hell is wrong with him? I would never see my father the same way ever again, not that I saw him in a positive light before.

Two weeks after my mom told me about my dad, exactly two days before he was due to come home. I noticed that the house was a little quiet and I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, so I decided to find my mother and see if she wanted to get out of the house for the day. The only thing I heard was running water, so I guessed she was taking a bath.

I knocked on the bathroom door, "Hey mom, do you want to come shopping with me when you're done?" Listening intently I heard no answer, "Mom?" Still nothing.

The bathroom door was unlocked, I opened it and screamed. My mother was in the tub but there was blood everywhere and she was underwater. I ran and quickly turned off the overflowing water, using all my strength I pulled her out of the tub. I tried to get her to breath but I knew it was too late, so I broke down crying.

"Mom, please don't leave me like this." My voice was weak, "Please don't leave me with him. Please." I was begging at this point even though I knew she was already gone.

Moira found me hugging my mother's lifeless body and pulled me out of the bathroom and called 911. "Come child." She whispered taking me far away from that graphic scene. I couldn't get the image of all that blood out of my head. I felt physically sick after and I didn't know what to do with myself.

I felt hollow, there was nothing left of me, I was empty inside. First I lost my sister to some asshole who was drunk, then I lost my mom because of my father's stupid lies. Everything I knew was gone, and I didn't think I would be able to recover from this, actually I knew I wouldn't be able to recover from this.

It was the day of her funeral and I was wearing a black dress that she bought for me back in New York, as well as a necklace she gave me when my sister died.

"Ready to go honey?" My father asked as if there was nothing wrong, as if his wife didn't just commit suicide because of him. He actually seemed happy. What the fuck is wrong with him?

This pissed me off, "What is wrong with you? Your wife just killed herself because of your cheating ass, and you act like you're enjoying it!" I was yelling now because I couldn't contain my anger at this man.

"It's not my fault that bitch was so depressed that she finally did something good for the world." This statement made me want to kill him. How could he say that about the woman he had been married to for 20 years?

"You're a heartless bastard!" At this I ran out of the house, and I pretty much ran all the way to the funeral. I couldn't stand being around him for one more minute.

After the funeral my father left for another business trip, of which I was glad because I didn't want to see that assholes face. He reminded me of that Ben Harmon guy, after all he cheated on his wife as well.

I didn't want to leave my room so I just stayed under the covers crying my eyes out.

"Sorry to disturb you darling, but would you like something to eat?" I heard the frail voice of Moira ask from my bedroom door.

I didn't even bother to look up at her, "No I'm not hungry." She left right after I said that. I hadn't really eaten anything since my mom died, I never felt hungry.

"You know you're going to starve yourself if you don't eat." A voice said randomly snapping me out of my sorrows.

Sitting up I found a boy with dirty blonde hair and a striped green sweater standing at the door, "Who are you?" I asked trying to wipe my tears away.

He sat at the end of my bed. "I'm Tate, I live next door." He explained and I just stared at him.

I studied Tate, to be honest I found him really attractive.

So I decided to break the silence, "Oh hi Tate, I'm Lily." He smirked when I told him who I was.

"I know. My mom talked to yours the day that you moved in." At the mention of my mom I started to cry again.

Tate looked at me with worry filled eyes, "I'm sorry about what happened."

I nodded, "I was the one who found her." I said this while looking down at my hands. If only I had found her earlier, then I would have been able to save her but deep down I knew that even then it would have been useless because she would have tried it kill herself all over again.

"That's horrible." He said coming closer to me and hugging me while I cried into his chest. He let me do that for a good twenty minutes, before I pulled myself off him.

"Thank you for letting a complete stranger cry on your shoulder."

"You're not a complete stranger, we know each other's names." This made me smile a very small smile, "Anyway I have to get going, but if you ever need to talk to me I'll be here before you know it." Tate said standing up and walking out of my room.

Tate's visit made me feel a little better, enough to get me out of bed and into the shower. While in the shower I remembered what my mother had done and broke down all over again, I was never going to be able to step into that bathroom again. After crying for twenty more minutes, I got myself out and got dressed. Then I dragged myself down the stairs.

"Hey Moira, could make me some food now?" She was surprised to see me up and downstairs.

"Sure honey." She was already halfway to the kitchen and I followed her into the kitchen and sat at the counter while she cooked.

A few minutes later Moira placed a cup of tea in front of me, "Drink this honey, it will make you feel better." She was right, because after a few sips of the hot liquid I was feeling a little better. Even though I wasn't hungry I forced myself to eat since I hadn't eaten in three days. It was hard to keep myself from spitting the food out, but I managed to do so.