This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2015 by Alyssa Valzado
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(fore note: this is my first time writing a whole book in third person, so I'msorryifit'snotthatgood. Anyways, read on!)
Five years ago
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Lily Saunders found herself walking on their neighborhood at eight in the evening. It was one of those nights when her parents decided to forget they had a daughter and would probably go home late, wouldn't bother to ask if she already ate and would go straight to bed.
Let's just say . . . they weren't on the richer side of their town. Her father was once a good man with a decent job - an employee at a rising business - but one day their supervisor announced that the business was going bankrupt, and they would drop half of their employees. He was unfortunately one of them. From then on Victor (the father) began drinking his sorrows away instead of hunting another job.
Moira, the mother, was a regular saleslady at a mall about an hour away. She never really cared for her daughter, to be honest: she had Lily when she was eighteen - you guessed it right, a drunken mistake with Victor Saunders - she was disowned by her family when they found she was pregnant, and now she blamed her daughter for her ruined future. Moira came from a rich family. If they had been so careful, she would still be at her parent's mansion or probably married some rich man and living her luxurious life to the fullest.
But no, the bastard forgot to put protection, and she unfortunately has allergic reactions to any medicine.
Seeing no choice, she went to Victor's house one day with a three-month-old bump saying, "This is yours." Victor being Victor, accepted the possibility well. His family even supported them even though they're barely hanging, while Moira's side was, well . . . they didn't want to have anything to do with a bastard child.
Victor tried so so hard for them, for the family. Along the way, he fell in love with Moira, and let's just say that the feeling was unrequited. She was a bitch, and his money wasn't enough to keep her happy, satisfied.
When Lily came into the world, Moira spent the first few months getting her perfect shape back, letting Victor's mother to take care of the baby.
At such a young age, Lily never felt her mother's love - what she felt was quite the opposite, actually. Moira felt the need to let her daughter know she was a mistake every chance she got. That, or just ignore her altogether. So yeah, she pretty much grew up feeling unloved, locked in their home with just her granny playing with her. Victor, finally realizing Moira would never love him, buried himself with work.
And then, shit hit the fan. You know the rest.
Lily was pulled from her thoughts when she hit a rock she was kicking a tad too hard. Huh. She must have been so deep in her thoughts that she failed to notice she ventured too far from the neighborhood. There wasn't any house in sight; only patches of grass, a small hill on her line of vision with an oak tree on it.
Without second thoughts she sprinted towards the hill and laid down, her breath hitching when she saw the explosion of stars in the sky. Her granny died two years ago, and she was sure as hell that her parents wouldn't give two shits when they realized she was gone for the night.
She closed her eyes and let the cool breeze caress her face; she suddenly didn't care. This place was perfect! The night was serene, crickets could be heard singing from the distance, and the rustling of the leaves had a calming effect on her. In this place, she already felt free. Safe. Lily was from their home - or house, was it?
Lily Saunders just found her safe haven.
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a/n: Hi! that's Maryssa's friend, btw. and the picture somewhere was how I picture Lily. the story just popped in my mind. sooooo, what do you think? :D xx
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