*Trigger warning; Abuse. Please skip to the part after the dotted line if you are uncomfortable.

Lily's POV

I came back home with a few books to read. As soon as I opened the door, a knife came flying towards me and I barely dodged it. My heartbeat started to increase as I flattened myself against the wall. You see, whenever the abuse starts, I have no idea what to do, even though it has happened countless times. He gripped the other knife and said,

"Where were you?"

I stuttered as I said,

"I t-told you. I w-was with m-my f-friends."

He sneered and said,

"Are you talking back at me? You're in for a lesson my love."

I started to shake as he came closer to me. I had nowhere to go. He took the knife and pulled the shirt up over my back. I wanted to struggle and scream but knew that that wouldn't do anything but get me into even more trouble. He proceeded to outline the whip marks from before with the knife's edge and I cried out in pain. The previous sting had now intensified to an unbearable pain and I barely had enough energy to drag myself to my room before passing out on my bed.

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I woke up in the morning and immediately felt a huge pain on my back. I staggered to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I stripped out of my clothes and winced as the dried blood pulled at my wounds. When it eventually came off, I stepped into the shower and washed the wounds with water. At first, it was extremely painful but eventually, I felt the pain going away and relaxation taking it's place. I continued to shower using my strawberry scented shampoo and body wash but made sure not to let any fall on my back.

After half an hour, I climbed out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and walked into the room. Since it was getting slightly chilly outside, I wore a long sleeved shirt, black jeans and a blush colored hoodie after wrapping my entire back with bandages. How did I manage to do that on myself? Probably practice. I packed my bag, ate a Nutella sandwich and made my way towards school. The weather was nice and cold, which couldn't have made me happier.

I staggered towards the school building and made my way to my locker. As I took my books out from my bag and put the ones for the other lessons inside of it, I felt a hand being placed on my back. Not just that but someone was fully squeezing my shoulder. The pain was intense and I felt myself tearing up. I turned around, expecting to see the psycho giving me more torture, but instead, Ryan was standing there. He was squeezing my shoulder with a smile on his face and he brought me in for a tight hug which made me want to scream. Cole and Jason stood there with smiles painted across their own faces but Asher just seemed concerned.

I was having an extremely hard time not breaking out into a scream when thankfully, Ryan released me. Unfortunately for me, a tear had run down my face. He seemed shocked and said,

"Why is my bestie crying?"

I quickly came up with an excuse and said that I had an allergy. He nodded solemnly and we all started walking to our class. We all had English Lit first. Honestly, I was surprised that they were still hanging around. I expected them to leave me like you would leave a trash bag in the garbage. I was curious as to why they were still with me. We reached the class and Ryan, Cole and Jason walked in first. Right as I was about to enter, I felt a hand grab my arm and start dragging me somewhere. I turned towards the culprit to see Asher dragging me towards the janitors closet.

He pushed me inside and walked in himself. He then sighed deeply and said,

"Ok, why were you crying? I know for sure that it wasn't because you have any allergies because when we were doing food allergies in biology and the teacher asked you if you had any, you said no. So, tell me what's wrong."

I stared at him. I was curious as to why he was so concerned. He barely knew me yet he figured out what others hadn't in years. I opened my mouth and said,

"You're pranking me right? Why are you hanging out with me? Are you going to get something out of it?"

He sighed deeply and said,

"Why do you have so many suspicions? Do you not trust me?"

I looked at him as if he were crazy which, at the time, he seemed to be and said,

"Suspicions are my best friends. And of course I don't trust you! I barely know you for god's sake!"

He looked straight into my eyes and said,

"Well, you need to learn to trust me because soon enough I will find out what your hiding. It isn't exactly very comforting to know that a person that you do not trust knows one of your biggest secrets, right?"

I opened my mouth but no words came out. I was beyond shocked at what he just said. He continued to look straight at me but it didn't seem like he wanted an answer. I was confused and curiosity filled me to the brim. No one had tried to find so much about me before. I always wanted someone to see what was going on and help me but now that it was actually happening to me, I felt terrified of what might happen. Especially since he was the school's bad boy. I mean, he seemed nice enough but there was barely a five percent chance that once he found out, he would let me hang out at his house before I could stand on my own two feet.

So many thoughts were buzzing around in my head but the most prominent one said,

"Dear lord, what have I gotten myself in to?"

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