*Mature Content*
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This chapter is very disturbing and if you cannot handle it please do not read it.
Fifteen years ago
POV:
Nym
Age:11
My family and I lived in a rural town on the outskirts of Magleby, Denmark. I was one of two daughters. My younger sister Lily was eight years old. My mother had passed away last year due to severe bleeding in her brain. She was always pale ,but her beauty was always unparalleled. Even at her funeral she was the most beautiful woman in the room. Her porcelain skin, full pink lips and light brown hair fit her very well. She smelled of lavender. She would give the best hugs. Lily begged her not to leave us and tried to be in her mother's embrace once again. I had to pull her back. People spoke in hushed tones; they were afraid to upset us.
Lily and I cried for a very long time. I would stroke her wavy light brown hair and dry her gray eyes. She looked so much like our mother. I began to read her stories before we went to bed. We would find comfort in sleeping in the same bed. This was also how I protected her. I bared the door every night as our father would try to break open the door. Our father became more and more warped.
I was the one who had to cook because if I didn't Lily wouldn't be able to eat. There wasn't enough money, so I would make sure that she always had enough. Even if that meant that I would go hungry. The money that we had was from our mothers will. In the beginning people would drop off casseroles and other dishes, but as time passed it stoped.
I also had to clean the ugliness that had become my father and my abuser. I always left out clean clothes for him and on a few occasions I would have to bath him. This would led to a rough **** session in the shower. I couldn't scream so I would bite my lip until it bled and glare at him. He would slap me. "You f****** b****!" Apparently I was no longer his daughter.
I would come home to my father in a drunken stupor. He would not see as a child, but as a woman to use as his sex doll. I told him that if he didn't touch Lily then he could have me. I would never let him taint Lily. In my mind I would repeat over and over to myself that it was to protect her. Anytime something like this would happen I would have Lily go into our room and bar the door. She would turn on music and hide in the closet. She was worried about me and I knew it, but this was the only way I could protect her.
His breath remakes of alcohol. He would take my mouth and forcefully insert his tongue. I wanted to gag; it felt like a worm trying to wriggle it's way down my throat. He would grope my underdeveloped breasts. He would squeeze and bite them. My body would be covered in bruises and bite marks. He would always take me forcefully.
My body would always hurt, my insides always sore. After he passed out I would go and take a shower. I would scrub and scrub my skin until it bled. I felt dirty and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't risk being separated from Lily. I wanted to hurt him for making me hurt. I was disgusted and I was disgusting for letting my own father use me as a human sex toy.
It was a Tuesday and I was returning home. I opened the door to find my father passed out on the couch. Something was wrong. I ran upstairs to find Lily. I reached our room and turned the door handle. It was unlocked. I shoved the door open and my gaze landed on a crumpled body on the bed. It was Lily; I ran to the bed. Her clothes were ripped off and there was blood under her hips. There was bruising all over her small frame. My hand hovered above her face before shaking her. She didn't move, and there was no air escaping from her blossom lips. I shook harder and began to cry. "Lily! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" I sobbed and began to scream. I began to retch and ran to grab a trash can. The little amount of food that I had left my body. My stomach content was empty. My ribs were forced in even more.
I pulled her body in to my chest and began to cradle her. She was cold to the touch. I removed what little clothing was left.I got a cloth and began to wash her corpse. I pulled out her favorite baby blue plaid dress that had little teddy bears embroidered on the ends. I grabbed a brush and gently combed out her fawn colored hair. I placed a pale blue ribbon in her hair and tied another ribbon around her wrist.
I trekked back down the stairs and grabbed a butchers knife. I stalked into the living room to find him waking up. I went up to him and began to stab him. He woke up startled and began to fight me. He kicked me in the stomach and my body was flung to the wall like a rag doll. It felt like he cracked one of my ribs.
I scrambled to grab my knife off of the ground. I reached out and he stepped on my hand purposely crushing it under his weight. I whimpered in pain. "You like that you dirty b****?" He screamed. My body was writhing on the floor. I used my other hand to punch the back off his kneecap. He stumbled backwards, but this was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I could finally destroy my abuser. Knife in hand my body jolted forward and I swung my knife into his chest. I kept stabbing his body over and over and over again. I spat in his face. "You won't hurt anyone ever again." I yelled at his stiffening corpse.
Blood was all around me; it was on my clothes and in my matted hair. I through my knife away and it skirted across the tile floor. I grabbed a cloth to try and clean the blood from my face. I grabbed what little money I had left and shoved it into a bag along with some clothing. I grabbed Lily and headed back down the stairs. I poured the leftover alcohol on the floor and struck a match. " Burn in hell you bastard!" I shut the door and never returned to that place again.
I cradled her in my broken body and began to walk. I continued to walk for two hours. My body stumbled many times and I almost dropped her on the harsh earth. I continued walking until I found a hill with a large weeping willow. I laid her underneath the tree and began to claw at the earth with my hands. I dug in the soft soil for hours and my hands began to bleed. I made it as deep as I could and started to look for flowers. Dawn was beginning to shine through the darkness. I found several snowdrops, daisies, and pale pink morning glories. I gently placed some in her hair and laid her into the earth. I kissed her brow and began to weep again. I placed more flowers on her like a blanket until she was decorated with them. Her face was frozen in a blissful sleep.
I pushed the dirt back down into the grave that I had dug. I placed more flowers and a ring of stones on the grave to mark it. With daylight streaming through the branches, I fell asleep next to her final resting place. I was not aware that someone was watching me while I buried my only sister in the ground. When I woke up I was in a car with a woman that I had never met. Her dark red hair coiled around her shoulders.